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A new beginning
by Crimson Skull March 24th 2013, 7:13 am
Three weeks ago
The camera cues in on Crimson Skull walking through the halls of
Waverly Hills Sanitarium. He is holding
a candle, using it as his only light. Behind
him, Lucifer follows just a few short steps behind.
Lucifer: And just
why in the hell are we back in this place?
Skull: I forgot
something.
Lucifer: Like what? Your favorite nightie? Come on, I’ve got evil to do and people to
kill, hurry up!
Skull stops and just stares blankly at Lucifer slowly shaking his head.
Skull: For someone
who’s been around as long as you have, you sure are lacking on patience. Now, you’ve been pressuring me to be your
instrument of death and destruction, you’ve been trying to get me back on my
path to what I once was. I’ve come to
the realization that I’ll never be what I once was.
Lucifer:
Pussy.
Skull: But I can
create something much more menacing, much more powerful.
Lucifer: Of
course. Anyways—
Lucifer continues to ramble on about random things as the camera
follows he and Skull through the winding corridors of Waverly Hills. Skull stops and looks into the room he has
been searching for this whole time. The camera
pans over his shoulder.
Inside this room is a lone gurney and beside of it an electrotherapy
module sits upon a surgical table. Lucifer looks from Skull to the table and
back and forth.
Lucifer: Seriously?
The camera fades and switches scenes back onto Crimson Skull and
Lucifer sitting inside of a room. Skull
is sitting on a bed with the mask to the electrotherapy module in his hands,
while Lucifer sits across from him in a chair.
Lucifer: So what is
this going to accomplish, really? I mean,
if you fry your brain you’re fucked and so am I. I’ll have no one to talk to and no one to do
my dirty work.
Skull: It will
work. It has to. I’m tired of being the laughing stock. Never in my life have I been such a
disappointment, such a let down from what I used to be. I was the most feared man in wrestling, I want
to be at that point again in my career. No,
I want to take my career even further than it was before. I want to be the man that ends Brenton
Cyrus. And I will make it to that point,
I will not allow my wife’s death to be in vain.
I’m going to start by going to Battle Lines and proving to the world
that I’ve still got enough in me to hang with the best and even best the
best. Then, at Warrior Games I will
completely destroy Aaron O’Shea and I’ll be that much closer to getting what I want.
Lucifer just stares blankly at Skull for a moment. Skull reaches over and cranks up the joules
on the module all the way to the max.
Skull holds the mask in his hands for a few seconds before lying down.
Skull places the mask on his face and immediately his body begins
convulsing violently. The lights in this
room are flashing on and off repeatedly.
This goes on for several seconds.
Lucifer looks on in amusement as Skull tosses and turns about. The module begins to smoke before catching
fire and finally the lights go off permanently.
All is silent for a few moments before Lucifer speaks up.
Lucifer: Uh……Skull?
Skull: Make…..them……..remember………
Aaron
O’Shea [vs] Crimson Skull [vs] Brooklyn Carter [vs] Dan Alexander
[Ding Ding]
Crimson Skull enters the ring targeting Dan Alexander but his foot is grabbed
and he’s tripped to stumble forward by Brooklyn Carter. Aaron O’Shea steps in
and delivers a busaiku knee kick that echoes as it lands. Dan Alexander moves
in and delivers a leg kick following up with a spinning back kick into the
liver area of the body of Crimson Skull.
Tommy Cornell: Crimson Skull rushes into an ambush!
John Greed: He rushed in over aggressive still furious about Angel Kash as well
as Dangerous by Design which featured O’Shea and Alexander!
Dan Alexander and Aaron O’Shea team up to hook the arms of Crimson Skull
lifting him up for a vertical suplex, holding the big man up. They fall forward
with him flattening him out belly and face down into the canvas. Dan Alexander
grabs an anaconda choke on Crimson Skull holding him down into the mat as Aaron
O’Shea moves to the corner leaping up to the top turnbuckle.
Tommy Cornell: Dan Alexander has Skull locked and held down as O’Shea sets up
for the best high flying move in NLWF!
John Greed: They put on a great show at Dangerous by Design each of them
earning title matches!
Dan Alexander gator rolls and releases Crimson Skull as Aaron O’Shea comes off
the top turnbuckle with a full rotation moonsault quickly doing one more
moonsault before he lands on Crimson Skull making the ring bounce.
Tommy Cornell: AARON O’H MY GOD! The double moonsault press!
John Greed: He came crushing down on on his Warrior Games opponent with that
amazing high risk move!
Dan Alexander moves in and locks Crimson Skull in an armbar pulling back on his
arm with both hands wrapped around his wrist. Crimson Skull pounds his fist
into the canvas but shakes his head refusing to submit.
Tommy Cornell: He’s got that armbar nearly fully locked in, he can still tuck
it under his arm for my pressure!
John Greed: He’s going for it, he’s not afraid to break his arm in he wont tap
out!
Dan Alexander fights to get the wrist of Crimson Skull tucked under his arm but
he takes a swinging hammerfist across the face making him smile and spit off to
the side. Dan Alexander lifts his leg and slams it down across the face of
Crimson Skull over and over again, making his head smash back into the mat with
each one before he falls back with the armbar fully applied his arm hyper
extended, bending the wrong way, wrist tucked under his arm.
Tommy Cornell: HE’S GOT IT! HIS ARM IS BROKE!
John Greed: HIS ELBOW IS AT LEAST DISLOCATED, LOOK AT THAT CONTORTION APPLIED!
Crimson Skull sits up in the armbar and Aaron O’Shea dropkicks him to the face
back down to the mat.
Tommy Cornell: No love at all from Aaron O’Shea!
John Greed: This sort of injury could help O’Shea at Warrior Games!
Crimson Skull sits up again and this time it’s Brooklyn Carter with a dropkick
to his face laying him out once again.
Tommy Cornell: No one will ever discredit the toughness of Crimson Skull again
after his brutal matches since coming back to NLWF!
John Greed: He has already begun to right the wrongs of his first run, he just
needs to realize he’s not that same Crimson Skull he used to be and he needs to
evolve into a new breed!
Crimson Skull roars and sits up once again, his arm bent in the armbar as he
takes duel dropkicks from Aaron O’Shea and Brooklyn Carter laying him out once
more.
Tommy Cornell: It’s taking everything AND the kitchen sink just to keep Skull
down, because he wont tap out to that armbar!
John Greed: Too much damn pride, especially since he’s such a great submission
expert himself, tapping out is blasphemous!
Crimson Skull uses the momentum from the dropkicks to roll backwards so he goes
free hand and knees down on the mat with Dan Alexander now belly down with the
armbar locked.
Tommy Cornell: He owns that arm, only flesh is keeping it attached to Crimson
Skull!
John Greed: Once Dan Alexander has a limb he’s like a pitbull with a steak,
he’ll never let go until it is devoured!
Crimson Skull manages to get to his feet but Dan Alexander is able straighten
out his legs and roll him back down to the mat on his back. Dan Alexander looks
up at his corner then he looks at Crimson Skull shaking his head as he refuses
to tap out.
Tommy Cornell: You have a better chance of killing him!
John Greed: Some people wont tap to limb holds, he should switch to a choke
hold instead!
Dan Alexander reaches his hand up and Robbie Hart tags in quickly climbing up
to the top turnbuckle.
[Aaron O’Shea [vs] Crimson Skull [vs] Brooklyn Carter [vs] Robbie Hart]
Robbie Hart tosses himself off the top turnbuckle backwards and corcscrews
around coming down with double knees into the chest of Crimson Skull as Dan
Alexander releases his arm and rolls to the ring apron.
Tommy Cornell: Dan gives up the submission to allow Robbie to land The
Solution!
John Greed: But is the solution the key to elimination Skull?
Robbie Hart pins Crimson Skull hooking both legs.
-1-2-3-
The referee calls the elimination.
[Ding Ding]
Tommy Cornell: YES! The teamwork pays off!
John Greed: NLWF Champion Robbie Hart eliminates Crimson Skull who has a title
match in reserve for King of the Throne. What route will all these amazing
competitors take as we get closer to Warrior Games?
[center]************************************
Skull: So
here we find ourselves at the biggest one of them all. The granddaddy of pay per views in the
NLWF. I’ll be capping off this season of
NLWF with taking out the target I initially set my sights on just a few months
ago.
Aaron O’Shea, count your blessings because your time of
performing in the ring is coming short.
I won’t promise you that I will place you on the shelf in retirement,
but I do plan on putting you out of action for several months.
A history lesson for all of you, if you will:
Whenever I made my initial debut in NLWF years ago, before I
could even make any kind of mark in this company I was blindsided by Brenton
Cyrus and his lackeys, and one of those being you Aaron O’Shea. I could understand why you would target me,
it’s something that’s happened to me every company that I’ve been a part
of.
I was in my prime, truly a force to be reckoned with. And here you were, a greenhorn just begging
for a chance to prove yourself. I can’t
count the times that the rookies would come in and start barking their way
towards Crimson Skull. Much like the
rookies these days are barking at Brenton Cyrus and James Shark, trying to
prove themselves against the best this business has to offer. That was me at one time.
But I’m not here to gripe and complain because my prime has
passed…oh, no. I also don’t think the
world has seen the last reign of Crimson Skull just yet.
But prove yourself, that you did. The events that took place that night, sent
me home for years. Sometimes injuries
take a few weeks or months to recuperate, but no, it took me years to recover
from those events.
I can’t explain what happened, maybe I just needed a break
from the business. Personally, my life
was falling apart, but in the business sense it couldn’t have been better. Things happen that way though, don’t
they. But for all those years, I sat in
the deepest darkest hole I could find in my home and wasted away. I cocooned myself in my self-pity and
anguish. Nothing could penetrate this
depression that I had entered into.
Then, all of a sudden something came alive inside of
me. The fire ignited once more, the fire
still burns. And all of these
commentators and interviewers and performers alike can say all that they want
about the fire burning out on Crimson Skull, but I’m here to prove that I’ve
still got quite a bit left in the tank.
At any rate, while I sat at home all those years there was
only one thing that I did constantly.
The only thing I could bring myself to do was blame everyone that caused
this to happen. I blamed my wife, I
blamed Brenton Cyrus, I blamed Mexican Samauri, I blamed Tiffani Starr, and I
blamed you as well O’Shea. I placed
blame everywhere I possibly could except for on myself. My wife had left me at this point, Brenton
Cyrus was the orchestrator of every bit of my downfall, and the rest of you had
a hand in it.
But instead of accepting the blame as my own right off the
bat, I resorted back to my vices and got back inside my comfort zone. I sought out my ultimate rival in this
business, Johnny Stylez who had also retired by this point. I went after him because I thought who better
to bring out the beast yet again than the man who helped make me what I was
back in my prime. A short lived rivalry
at best if you could call that, but I still hadn’t made it back to where I
wanted to be.
But I did enjoy some happiness at least, I married for a
second time and I retired thinking that after I faced Johnny Stylez my career
could have that last final “good” moment to look back upon.
Life was perfect….for a while. Now, all of you know the events that led me
from there to here: My wife passing in a
tragic accident and Brenton Cyrus is the one to blame, so I won’t bore you with
that story. I digress:
Now, I am a full believer in karmic occurrences as well as
everything eventually comes full circle.
O’Shea, this is where it concerns nothing but you.
Until a few months ago, it dawned on me that I have went
about everything the completely wrong way for the past year. Instead of seeking out Johnny Stylez, I
should have sought after the one man who was the last to take out the infamous
Crimson Skull. That’s right O’Shea, it’s
you. That’s why the first person I
struck out against was in fact you. It
was just a taste of what was to come, but it got my point across quite clearly.
For months, you all have heard me say that my plans would
come into fruition eventually. Now, the
first stage in my plans are taking place.
It’s time for me to take back what is mine. It’s time for me to take back my dignity from
you O’Shea.
There’s been a bad taste in my mouth for years now, and it’s
all on you. But it’s funny how
everything does come full circle in the end and karma bites back
sometimes. The tides have turned and now
it’s your turn to be the one who gets sent home packing.
The best part about all of it is that it couldn’t come at a
better time. I mean look at you, you’re
an Immortal, right? Kind of convenient
that you, Brenton Cyrus, and Alison Williams are all a part of Immortal
now. The title that holds more prestige
than any championship in this federation, Immortal.
In time, even the Immortals will have to face the
Reaper.
The best part about taking you out will be the fact that
here in the NLWF you are of a higher caliber than I am just by your association
in the Hall of Immortals. But that is
only one place where you accolades actually matter. I’m not going to go on and list the numerous
promotions in which I am recognized as a Hall of Famer. Yeah yeah, go ahead NLWF is the best place
ever and all that, I know that’s what you get paid to say, isn’t it?
So, the fact that you’re an Immortal is just going to
elevate the threat I’m generating here in this federation. You see, I don’t care about titles and world
championships anymore. I have one
ultimate goal, and one alone. And that
is to rule the wrestling world once more.
If I happen to come across any championships in the process, then so be
it. I’ve stopped counting the
championships I’ve held, the list goes on far too long.
You’re just going to be an example here, boy. To get to Brenton Cyrus, I’m going to have to
go through you, which isn’t going to be too much of a daunting task. I mean, Alison Williams did it too, how hard
can it be? The difference between Alison
and myself is that I’m not going to be making my way through you to Brenton
Cyrus on my back like she did.
When I’m done with you, the entire world is going to
remember just exactly who the hell I am.
Just the mention of my name used to send chills down spines. I was the most feared man in the wrestling
world, but they’ve all forgotten that.
Which that’s my fault, you spend so many years away from the ring and
everyone begins to neglect the fear. But
they’ll never forget the mark that I’ve left on this business.
What exactly did you do to earn your status as an Immortal
anyways? I’ve seen your track record and
it’s not that impressive in the least.
Is it just because Brenton wanted to make nice with you after taking
Alison away from you? Oh sure, the three
of you can play nice and make it seem like you’re all one big happy family but
if everyone that’s had their share of Alison Williams was all buddy-buddy with
the two of you and Brenton, you really wouldn’t have that many enemies. Town bicycle and all that, you get the
picture.
O’Shea, to say that I am excited for this match is an
understatement. I’m actually
elated. For years, I’ve dreamt on how
things would have went had I stayed in NLWF.
I know what would have happened, because I know exactly what is going to
happen this time. You’re going to be
left lying in a pool of your own blood until the paramedics come to the
ringside to assist you on leaving the building.
Don’t worry, I’ll be there to send off the ambulance as they take you
away. I’ll make sure you’re in good
hands, because I want you to be pampered quite well while you nurse the
injuries that I inflict on you.
I wonder just how much it takes to paralyze an Immortal?
Forgive me if I may go off on a tangent right here:
But, I find it quite funny that the commentators and other
performers in this business can take their precious time to state how much they
don’t care for what I have to say. In
most cultures, the elders and the veterans are the ones that the youth comes to
for advice and respect. But that’s
obviously not the case here.
No, each and every one of you fools would much rather watch
a poorly staged near-pornographic recap of Brenton Cyrus and Alison Williams’
romance from start to finish. Which, I’m
sure most of you have already had your own romantic encounters or at least
watched her encounters by the hundreds on videos online.
You’re all fools, the lot of you. I keep hearing all this jargon about the Era
of Respect. Here’s a reality check for
each of you, in this federation there will never be such a thing as
Respect. There are too many narcissistic
egos here for anyone to respect anyone but themselves.
A comment was made that I have a hard time respecting the
champions in this federation. Part of
that statement is true. My respect isn’t
handed over to someone just because they hold 10 pounds of gold. They earn my respect over time. Men like Johnny Stylez, Robbie Hart, Chuck
Matthews, Kaos. They earned my
respect. Men like Hardcore Psychopath.
You so called “Immortals” haven’t done anything to impress
me yet. The least of all of them would
be you O’Shea. All you are is some
little Irish tart riding another man’s coattails into glory. If it wasn’t for Brenton Cyrus’ name you
would be nothing.
So if it’s respect this federation is looking to turn to,
there will be none to find. But, there
is something on the horizon that will be plentiful. And if I have anything to say about it, I’ll
help usher in this era of Chaos.
There’s something about Hardcore Psychopath that seems so
familiar. Perhaps it is because he
reminds me of a younger version of myself.
If he’s looking to recruit more to his cause, I think our paths are
headed towards the same path inevitably, so why not join along for the
ride.
There was a time in my career whenever I recruited a few
others to my causes as well. I was the
leader of one of the most devastating collection of performers this business
has ever witnessed. The Crimson Dynasty.
But as my time in the sun has already
came and gone a few times, I’m perfectly fine with stepping to the side and
letting someone younger and more thirsty taking the reigns. Consider me the agent of chaos, the advisor
to the darkness if you will.
It inspires me as well, somewhat. These words that have been spoken about how
the way I’m used to doing things won’t cut it, it inspires me to be more
creative and use new methods. In the
past I’ve been calm, cold, collective, and premeditated with everything that I
did. There was no, for lack of a better
term, juice to it. It was just a hard
shell. While effective that it was, for
this new generation it requires a bit more rejuvenation. I see now that I don’t have to keep myself
conservative for acting out for the moment.
10 years ago would anyone have seen me bow before anyone
like I did before Hardcore Psychopath?
Would anyone have seen me flip off anyone, let alone a crowd?
Consider this the new, unhinged Crimson Skull. One that doesn’t have to remain reserved and
elegant in my darkness. One that can
truly the insanity flow freely.
A few weeks ago I noticed something that you said
O’Shea. You said something about kicking
me in my “fucked up” head. My boy, if
you only knew just how far the rabbit hole goes you wouldn’t even attempt to
joke about it.
There have been times in these past few months where I have
wondered just where your breaking point will be. I’ve often sat and thought and pondered just
how many fingers am I going to have to break until you start screaming that you
can’t take anymore. I’ve wondered just
how many pints of blood that it will take before I’ve spilled almost every last
drop of your blood. I’ve wondered how
long you’d be able to continue a match if I pulled your arms out of their
sockets and watched as you’ve flailed about the ring like some Irish hunchback
seeking a bell tower. I’ve wondered how
far you would attempt to crawl away from me if both of your ankles were crushed
under the steel steps.
I’ve thought of many ways of incapacitating you to where you
wouldn’t be able to finish the match on your own, but how long I would continue
beating you within an inch of your life.
But then again, you’re a fighting Irishman aren’t you? Brenton Cyrus said your blood was green
through and through. I’m curious to see
how much blood that you’ll have to spill before I can see that it is
green. You’ll probably retort back to
all of this with how tough you are and how you’re not afraid of what I’ll do to
you because of how you took me out in the past.
But in reality, you’re nearly pissing your pants at every turn.
You’re shaking in your little leprechaun boots wondering if
I really mean everything that I say.
You’re afraid for your life, and with good reason you should be. You should be calling up all of your family
members and friends and loved ones and telling them to make sure that they
attend this event or at least watch, because it very well could be your last
match. I say your last match because
until they can incorporate some sort of handicap accessible ring or start
putting on wheelchair matches, I don’t see you participating in anything
wrestling related. Maybe some arm
wrestling matches, or maybe you could become the poster child for “this is what
could happen to you if you tried this at home” safety messages they play for
kids not to wrestle in their backyards.
At Warrior Games, I kill an Immortal. I’ll make an Immortal bleed. I’ll take from this world another one of
their heroes.
Surprising I know, not many of you have seen me this
ferocious in a long, long time. But
that’s the beauty of it all, it’s been here all along. That flame that apparently “burnt out” has just
been simmering on a low setting for a while.
It can be brought back up to the towering pyre that it used to be, just
like that.
Aaron O’Shea, you don’t find yourself facing a has-been like
each of you like to believe me to be.
You find yourself facing a man possessed. You find yourself facing the living
reincarnation of hell itself. I’ve said
it before and I’ll say it time and time again.
I’ll say it as many times as it takes to remind all of you fools just
exactly how dangerous I could be. But,
in all honesty it’s not as much remembering as it will be showing you new reasons. Like I said just a few seconds ago, this is a
new chapter for Crimson Skull, so you’re going to see a great many things that
you haven’t seen before from me.
I’ve heard a lot of you performers and reporters alike
making comments about how my age might have something to do with my performance
in the ring. When it comes to my
performance in the ring, I’d like to believe that I’ve aged like a fine wine
and only gotten better as time goes on. Most
of the competitors in this federation are at least half of my age, if not more. Think about my age whenever you go back and
watch Battle Lines again, look at my performance in that match. I lasted three hours inside that match, where
most competitors are lucky to even compete for 60 minutes. If my age had any hindrance on my performers I
would have been winded an hour into that match and been an easy target for
elimination. I even outlasted the “Immortal”
Brenton Cyrus, who you people seem to hold in the highest regard.
Speaking of Battle Lines, I think this is a perfect segue
into a point that I’d really like to bring to O’Shea’s attention. Did you get to eliminate me from that match,
O’Shea? No, you did not. It took you, Dan Alexander, and Robbie Hart to
take me out of that match. THREE of the
top competitors in this business. But,
to beat it all…you had to tag out and let Robbie Hart have a go at me before I would
be eliminated. No matter what you did to
me, I just kept sitting back up. That’s
the thing about me that any wrestling historian can point out if they’ve
followed my career; I never give up…I just keep coming back.
So, no my conundrum is just how exactly am I going to put
you away? You were so intent and so set
on helping Dan Alexander make me tap out, but it just couldn’t happen. So I’m tempted to place the most brutal
devastation you’ve ever been through on each and every one of your limbs and
then slowly wear you down with submission moves.
Or, should I just beat you within an inch of your life to
where you’ll barely be able to stand on your own and just pin you for the
classic 1,2,3? So many decisions, so
little time. All I know for sure is that
you are in for the ride of your life inside that ring.
Because inside that ring, it’s my domain. I consider myself somewhat of a ringmaster,
there isn’t a square inch of that ring that I can’t use to my advantage. Even on the outside floor, I can turn the
tide of a match in the blink of an eye. Do
you really think you can outwrestle a 20 year veteran like myself? Do you really think that you can overpower a
7 foot monstrosity as myself? Do you
think you can really outlast the undead?
I’m sure you don’t know what to think. Here you’ve thought all this time that it
wasn’t going to be this bad, you’ve thought that I’m just a pushover compared
to what I used to be, yet there you are shaking your little shillelagh
wondering what the hell you’re going to do.
You’re backed up into a corner with nowhere to go now, and there’s no
escaping me. My revenge will be slow and
methodical, but it will be taken out against you. It might have taken a few years to get to
this point, but that makes it that much more worthwhile. Because you’ve got to deal with 4 years worth
of hate and anger that’s been welling up inside of me.
It’s do or die O’Shea, fight or flight. But no matter what momentum you might
actually try to gain, I’m going to bring you right back down and brutally
slaughter you. All your little fans out
there in the crowd are going to be praying every second of this match that you
might live through it. Hell, they’ll be
praying that someone will throw in the towel for you that way you won’t have to
endure just what I plan on doing to you.
Your own personal hell awaits you inside this ring. Because I’m lashing out with every cinder of
hellfire in the deepest pits of hell against you. You’re a deadman walking, and I’ve got your
grave already laid out for you to come to rest.
You’ll be resting in pieces when I’m done with you.
The seasons don’t fear the reaper, nor do the wind the sun
or rain….but after Warrior Games, you will O’Shea. You’ll be left wishing you’d never fucked
with me in the first place. Bring your
best boy, because you’re going to need everything you’ve got just to stay
alive.
The camera cues in on Crimson Skull walking through the halls of
Waverly Hills Sanitarium. He is holding
a candle, using it as his only light. Behind
him, Lucifer follows just a few short steps behind.
Lucifer: And just
why in the hell are we back in this place?
Skull: I forgot
something.
Lucifer: Like what? Your favorite nightie? Come on, I’ve got evil to do and people to
kill, hurry up!
Skull stops and just stares blankly at Lucifer slowly shaking his head.
Skull: For someone
who’s been around as long as you have, you sure are lacking on patience. Now, you’ve been pressuring me to be your
instrument of death and destruction, you’ve been trying to get me back on my
path to what I once was. I’ve come to
the realization that I’ll never be what I once was.
Lucifer:
Pussy.
Skull: But I can
create something much more menacing, much more powerful.
Lucifer: Of
course. Anyways—
Lucifer continues to ramble on about random things as the camera
follows he and Skull through the winding corridors of Waverly Hills. Skull stops and looks into the room he has
been searching for this whole time. The camera
pans over his shoulder.
Inside this room is a lone gurney and beside of it an electrotherapy
module sits upon a surgical table. Lucifer looks from Skull to the table and
back and forth.
Lucifer: Seriously?
The camera fades and switches scenes back onto Crimson Skull and
Lucifer sitting inside of a room. Skull
is sitting on a bed with the mask to the electrotherapy module in his hands,
while Lucifer sits across from him in a chair.
Lucifer: So what is
this going to accomplish, really? I mean,
if you fry your brain you’re fucked and so am I. I’ll have no one to talk to and no one to do
my dirty work.
Skull: It will
work. It has to. I’m tired of being the laughing stock. Never in my life have I been such a
disappointment, such a let down from what I used to be. I was the most feared man in wrestling, I want
to be at that point again in my career. No,
I want to take my career even further than it was before. I want to be the man that ends Brenton
Cyrus. And I will make it to that point,
I will not allow my wife’s death to be in vain.
I’m going to start by going to Battle Lines and proving to the world
that I’ve still got enough in me to hang with the best and even best the
best. Then, at Warrior Games I will
completely destroy Aaron O’Shea and I’ll be that much closer to getting what I want.
Lucifer just stares blankly at Skull for a moment. Skull reaches over and cranks up the joules
on the module all the way to the max.
Skull holds the mask in his hands for a few seconds before lying down.
Skull places the mask on his face and immediately his body begins
convulsing violently. The lights in this
room are flashing on and off repeatedly.
This goes on for several seconds.
Lucifer looks on in amusement as Skull tosses and turns about. The module begins to smoke before catching
fire and finally the lights go off permanently.
All is silent for a few moments before Lucifer speaks up.
Lucifer: Uh……Skull?
Skull: Make…..them……..remember………
Aaron
O’Shea [vs] Crimson Skull [vs] Brooklyn Carter [vs] Dan Alexander
[Ding Ding]
Crimson Skull enters the ring targeting Dan Alexander but his foot is grabbed
and he’s tripped to stumble forward by Brooklyn Carter. Aaron O’Shea steps in
and delivers a busaiku knee kick that echoes as it lands. Dan Alexander moves
in and delivers a leg kick following up with a spinning back kick into the
liver area of the body of Crimson Skull.
Tommy Cornell: Crimson Skull rushes into an ambush!
John Greed: He rushed in over aggressive still furious about Angel Kash as well
as Dangerous by Design which featured O’Shea and Alexander!
Dan Alexander and Aaron O’Shea team up to hook the arms of Crimson Skull
lifting him up for a vertical suplex, holding the big man up. They fall forward
with him flattening him out belly and face down into the canvas. Dan Alexander
grabs an anaconda choke on Crimson Skull holding him down into the mat as Aaron
O’Shea moves to the corner leaping up to the top turnbuckle.
Tommy Cornell: Dan Alexander has Skull locked and held down as O’Shea sets up
for the best high flying move in NLWF!
John Greed: They put on a great show at Dangerous by Design each of them
earning title matches!
Dan Alexander gator rolls and releases Crimson Skull as Aaron O’Shea comes off
the top turnbuckle with a full rotation moonsault quickly doing one more
moonsault before he lands on Crimson Skull making the ring bounce.
Tommy Cornell: AARON O’H MY GOD! The double moonsault press!
John Greed: He came crushing down on on his Warrior Games opponent with that
amazing high risk move!
Dan Alexander moves in and locks Crimson Skull in an armbar pulling back on his
arm with both hands wrapped around his wrist. Crimson Skull pounds his fist
into the canvas but shakes his head refusing to submit.
Tommy Cornell: He’s got that armbar nearly fully locked in, he can still tuck
it under his arm for my pressure!
John Greed: He’s going for it, he’s not afraid to break his arm in he wont tap
out!
Dan Alexander fights to get the wrist of Crimson Skull tucked under his arm but
he takes a swinging hammerfist across the face making him smile and spit off to
the side. Dan Alexander lifts his leg and slams it down across the face of
Crimson Skull over and over again, making his head smash back into the mat with
each one before he falls back with the armbar fully applied his arm hyper
extended, bending the wrong way, wrist tucked under his arm.
Tommy Cornell: HE’S GOT IT! HIS ARM IS BROKE!
John Greed: HIS ELBOW IS AT LEAST DISLOCATED, LOOK AT THAT CONTORTION APPLIED!
Crimson Skull sits up in the armbar and Aaron O’Shea dropkicks him to the face
back down to the mat.
Tommy Cornell: No love at all from Aaron O’Shea!
John Greed: This sort of injury could help O’Shea at Warrior Games!
Crimson Skull sits up again and this time it’s Brooklyn Carter with a dropkick
to his face laying him out once again.
Tommy Cornell: No one will ever discredit the toughness of Crimson Skull again
after his brutal matches since coming back to NLWF!
John Greed: He has already begun to right the wrongs of his first run, he just
needs to realize he’s not that same Crimson Skull he used to be and he needs to
evolve into a new breed!
Crimson Skull roars and sits up once again, his arm bent in the armbar as he
takes duel dropkicks from Aaron O’Shea and Brooklyn Carter laying him out once
more.
Tommy Cornell: It’s taking everything AND the kitchen sink just to keep Skull
down, because he wont tap out to that armbar!
John Greed: Too much damn pride, especially since he’s such a great submission
expert himself, tapping out is blasphemous!
Crimson Skull uses the momentum from the dropkicks to roll backwards so he goes
free hand and knees down on the mat with Dan Alexander now belly down with the
armbar locked.
Tommy Cornell: He owns that arm, only flesh is keeping it attached to Crimson
Skull!
John Greed: Once Dan Alexander has a limb he’s like a pitbull with a steak,
he’ll never let go until it is devoured!
Crimson Skull manages to get to his feet but Dan Alexander is able straighten
out his legs and roll him back down to the mat on his back. Dan Alexander looks
up at his corner then he looks at Crimson Skull shaking his head as he refuses
to tap out.
Tommy Cornell: You have a better chance of killing him!
John Greed: Some people wont tap to limb holds, he should switch to a choke
hold instead!
Dan Alexander reaches his hand up and Robbie Hart tags in quickly climbing up
to the top turnbuckle.
[Aaron O’Shea [vs] Crimson Skull [vs] Brooklyn Carter [vs] Robbie Hart]
Robbie Hart tosses himself off the top turnbuckle backwards and corcscrews
around coming down with double knees into the chest of Crimson Skull as Dan
Alexander releases his arm and rolls to the ring apron.
Tommy Cornell: Dan gives up the submission to allow Robbie to land The
Solution!
John Greed: But is the solution the key to elimination Skull?
Robbie Hart pins Crimson Skull hooking both legs.
-1-2-3-
The referee calls the elimination.
[Ding Ding]
Tommy Cornell: YES! The teamwork pays off!
John Greed: NLWF Champion Robbie Hart eliminates Crimson Skull who has a title
match in reserve for King of the Throne. What route will all these amazing
competitors take as we get closer to Warrior Games?
[center]************************************
Skull: So
here we find ourselves at the biggest one of them all. The granddaddy of pay per views in the
NLWF. I’ll be capping off this season of
NLWF with taking out the target I initially set my sights on just a few months
ago.
Aaron O’Shea, count your blessings because your time of
performing in the ring is coming short.
I won’t promise you that I will place you on the shelf in retirement,
but I do plan on putting you out of action for several months.
A history lesson for all of you, if you will:
Whenever I made my initial debut in NLWF years ago, before I
could even make any kind of mark in this company I was blindsided by Brenton
Cyrus and his lackeys, and one of those being you Aaron O’Shea. I could understand why you would target me,
it’s something that’s happened to me every company that I’ve been a part
of.
I was in my prime, truly a force to be reckoned with. And here you were, a greenhorn just begging
for a chance to prove yourself. I can’t
count the times that the rookies would come in and start barking their way
towards Crimson Skull. Much like the
rookies these days are barking at Brenton Cyrus and James Shark, trying to
prove themselves against the best this business has to offer. That was me at one time.
But I’m not here to gripe and complain because my prime has
passed…oh, no. I also don’t think the
world has seen the last reign of Crimson Skull just yet.
But prove yourself, that you did. The events that took place that night, sent
me home for years. Sometimes injuries
take a few weeks or months to recuperate, but no, it took me years to recover
from those events.
I can’t explain what happened, maybe I just needed a break
from the business. Personally, my life
was falling apart, but in the business sense it couldn’t have been better. Things happen that way though, don’t
they. But for all those years, I sat in
the deepest darkest hole I could find in my home and wasted away. I cocooned myself in my self-pity and
anguish. Nothing could penetrate this
depression that I had entered into.
Then, all of a sudden something came alive inside of
me. The fire ignited once more, the fire
still burns. And all of these
commentators and interviewers and performers alike can say all that they want
about the fire burning out on Crimson Skull, but I’m here to prove that I’ve
still got quite a bit left in the tank.
At any rate, while I sat at home all those years there was
only one thing that I did constantly.
The only thing I could bring myself to do was blame everyone that caused
this to happen. I blamed my wife, I
blamed Brenton Cyrus, I blamed Mexican Samauri, I blamed Tiffani Starr, and I
blamed you as well O’Shea. I placed
blame everywhere I possibly could except for on myself. My wife had left me at this point, Brenton
Cyrus was the orchestrator of every bit of my downfall, and the rest of you had
a hand in it.
But instead of accepting the blame as my own right off the
bat, I resorted back to my vices and got back inside my comfort zone. I sought out my ultimate rival in this
business, Johnny Stylez who had also retired by this point. I went after him because I thought who better
to bring out the beast yet again than the man who helped make me what I was
back in my prime. A short lived rivalry
at best if you could call that, but I still hadn’t made it back to where I
wanted to be.
But I did enjoy some happiness at least, I married for a
second time and I retired thinking that after I faced Johnny Stylez my career
could have that last final “good” moment to look back upon.
Life was perfect….for a while. Now, all of you know the events that led me
from there to here: My wife passing in a
tragic accident and Brenton Cyrus is the one to blame, so I won’t bore you with
that story. I digress:
Now, I am a full believer in karmic occurrences as well as
everything eventually comes full circle.
O’Shea, this is where it concerns nothing but you.
Until a few months ago, it dawned on me that I have went
about everything the completely wrong way for the past year. Instead of seeking out Johnny Stylez, I
should have sought after the one man who was the last to take out the infamous
Crimson Skull. That’s right O’Shea, it’s
you. That’s why the first person I
struck out against was in fact you. It
was just a taste of what was to come, but it got my point across quite clearly.
For months, you all have heard me say that my plans would
come into fruition eventually. Now, the
first stage in my plans are taking place.
It’s time for me to take back what is mine. It’s time for me to take back my dignity from
you O’Shea.
There’s been a bad taste in my mouth for years now, and it’s
all on you. But it’s funny how
everything does come full circle in the end and karma bites back
sometimes. The tides have turned and now
it’s your turn to be the one who gets sent home packing.
The best part about all of it is that it couldn’t come at a
better time. I mean look at you, you’re
an Immortal, right? Kind of convenient
that you, Brenton Cyrus, and Alison Williams are all a part of Immortal
now. The title that holds more prestige
than any championship in this federation, Immortal.
In time, even the Immortals will have to face the
Reaper.
The best part about taking you out will be the fact that
here in the NLWF you are of a higher caliber than I am just by your association
in the Hall of Immortals. But that is
only one place where you accolades actually matter. I’m not going to go on and list the numerous
promotions in which I am recognized as a Hall of Famer. Yeah yeah, go ahead NLWF is the best place
ever and all that, I know that’s what you get paid to say, isn’t it?
So, the fact that you’re an Immortal is just going to
elevate the threat I’m generating here in this federation. You see, I don’t care about titles and world
championships anymore. I have one
ultimate goal, and one alone. And that
is to rule the wrestling world once more.
If I happen to come across any championships in the process, then so be
it. I’ve stopped counting the
championships I’ve held, the list goes on far too long.
You’re just going to be an example here, boy. To get to Brenton Cyrus, I’m going to have to
go through you, which isn’t going to be too much of a daunting task. I mean, Alison Williams did it too, how hard
can it be? The difference between Alison
and myself is that I’m not going to be making my way through you to Brenton
Cyrus on my back like she did.
When I’m done with you, the entire world is going to
remember just exactly who the hell I am.
Just the mention of my name used to send chills down spines. I was the most feared man in the wrestling
world, but they’ve all forgotten that.
Which that’s my fault, you spend so many years away from the ring and
everyone begins to neglect the fear. But
they’ll never forget the mark that I’ve left on this business.
What exactly did you do to earn your status as an Immortal
anyways? I’ve seen your track record and
it’s not that impressive in the least.
Is it just because Brenton wanted to make nice with you after taking
Alison away from you? Oh sure, the three
of you can play nice and make it seem like you’re all one big happy family but
if everyone that’s had their share of Alison Williams was all buddy-buddy with
the two of you and Brenton, you really wouldn’t have that many enemies. Town bicycle and all that, you get the
picture.
O’Shea, to say that I am excited for this match is an
understatement. I’m actually
elated. For years, I’ve dreamt on how
things would have went had I stayed in NLWF.
I know what would have happened, because I know exactly what is going to
happen this time. You’re going to be
left lying in a pool of your own blood until the paramedics come to the
ringside to assist you on leaving the building.
Don’t worry, I’ll be there to send off the ambulance as they take you
away. I’ll make sure you’re in good
hands, because I want you to be pampered quite well while you nurse the
injuries that I inflict on you.
I wonder just how much it takes to paralyze an Immortal?
Forgive me if I may go off on a tangent right here:
But, I find it quite funny that the commentators and other
performers in this business can take their precious time to state how much they
don’t care for what I have to say. In
most cultures, the elders and the veterans are the ones that the youth comes to
for advice and respect. But that’s
obviously not the case here.
No, each and every one of you fools would much rather watch
a poorly staged near-pornographic recap of Brenton Cyrus and Alison Williams’
romance from start to finish. Which, I’m
sure most of you have already had your own romantic encounters or at least
watched her encounters by the hundreds on videos online.
You’re all fools, the lot of you. I keep hearing all this jargon about the Era
of Respect. Here’s a reality check for
each of you, in this federation there will never be such a thing as
Respect. There are too many narcissistic
egos here for anyone to respect anyone but themselves.
A comment was made that I have a hard time respecting the
champions in this federation. Part of
that statement is true. My respect isn’t
handed over to someone just because they hold 10 pounds of gold. They earn my respect over time. Men like Johnny Stylez, Robbie Hart, Chuck
Matthews, Kaos. They earned my
respect. Men like Hardcore Psychopath.
You so called “Immortals” haven’t done anything to impress
me yet. The least of all of them would
be you O’Shea. All you are is some
little Irish tart riding another man’s coattails into glory. If it wasn’t for Brenton Cyrus’ name you
would be nothing.
So if it’s respect this federation is looking to turn to,
there will be none to find. But, there
is something on the horizon that will be plentiful. And if I have anything to say about it, I’ll
help usher in this era of Chaos.
There’s something about Hardcore Psychopath that seems so
familiar. Perhaps it is because he
reminds me of a younger version of myself.
If he’s looking to recruit more to his cause, I think our paths are
headed towards the same path inevitably, so why not join along for the
ride.
There was a time in my career whenever I recruited a few
others to my causes as well. I was the
leader of one of the most devastating collection of performers this business
has ever witnessed. The Crimson Dynasty.
But as my time in the sun has already
came and gone a few times, I’m perfectly fine with stepping to the side and
letting someone younger and more thirsty taking the reigns. Consider me the agent of chaos, the advisor
to the darkness if you will.
It inspires me as well, somewhat. These words that have been spoken about how
the way I’m used to doing things won’t cut it, it inspires me to be more
creative and use new methods. In the
past I’ve been calm, cold, collective, and premeditated with everything that I
did. There was no, for lack of a better
term, juice to it. It was just a hard
shell. While effective that it was, for
this new generation it requires a bit more rejuvenation. I see now that I don’t have to keep myself
conservative for acting out for the moment.
10 years ago would anyone have seen me bow before anyone
like I did before Hardcore Psychopath?
Would anyone have seen me flip off anyone, let alone a crowd?
Consider this the new, unhinged Crimson Skull. One that doesn’t have to remain reserved and
elegant in my darkness. One that can
truly the insanity flow freely.
A few weeks ago I noticed something that you said
O’Shea. You said something about kicking
me in my “fucked up” head. My boy, if
you only knew just how far the rabbit hole goes you wouldn’t even attempt to
joke about it.
There have been times in these past few months where I have
wondered just where your breaking point will be. I’ve often sat and thought and pondered just
how many fingers am I going to have to break until you start screaming that you
can’t take anymore. I’ve wondered just
how many pints of blood that it will take before I’ve spilled almost every last
drop of your blood. I’ve wondered how
long you’d be able to continue a match if I pulled your arms out of their
sockets and watched as you’ve flailed about the ring like some Irish hunchback
seeking a bell tower. I’ve wondered how
far you would attempt to crawl away from me if both of your ankles were crushed
under the steel steps.
I’ve thought of many ways of incapacitating you to where you
wouldn’t be able to finish the match on your own, but how long I would continue
beating you within an inch of your life.
But then again, you’re a fighting Irishman aren’t you? Brenton Cyrus said your blood was green
through and through. I’m curious to see
how much blood that you’ll have to spill before I can see that it is
green. You’ll probably retort back to
all of this with how tough you are and how you’re not afraid of what I’ll do to
you because of how you took me out in the past.
But in reality, you’re nearly pissing your pants at every turn.
You’re shaking in your little leprechaun boots wondering if
I really mean everything that I say.
You’re afraid for your life, and with good reason you should be. You should be calling up all of your family
members and friends and loved ones and telling them to make sure that they
attend this event or at least watch, because it very well could be your last
match. I say your last match because
until they can incorporate some sort of handicap accessible ring or start
putting on wheelchair matches, I don’t see you participating in anything
wrestling related. Maybe some arm
wrestling matches, or maybe you could become the poster child for “this is what
could happen to you if you tried this at home” safety messages they play for
kids not to wrestle in their backyards.
At Warrior Games, I kill an Immortal. I’ll make an Immortal bleed. I’ll take from this world another one of
their heroes.
Surprising I know, not many of you have seen me this
ferocious in a long, long time. But
that’s the beauty of it all, it’s been here all along. That flame that apparently “burnt out” has just
been simmering on a low setting for a while.
It can be brought back up to the towering pyre that it used to be, just
like that.
Aaron O’Shea, you don’t find yourself facing a has-been like
each of you like to believe me to be.
You find yourself facing a man possessed. You find yourself facing the living
reincarnation of hell itself. I’ve said
it before and I’ll say it time and time again.
I’ll say it as many times as it takes to remind all of you fools just
exactly how dangerous I could be. But,
in all honesty it’s not as much remembering as it will be showing you new reasons. Like I said just a few seconds ago, this is a
new chapter for Crimson Skull, so you’re going to see a great many things that
you haven’t seen before from me.
I’ve heard a lot of you performers and reporters alike
making comments about how my age might have something to do with my performance
in the ring. When it comes to my
performance in the ring, I’d like to believe that I’ve aged like a fine wine
and only gotten better as time goes on. Most
of the competitors in this federation are at least half of my age, if not more. Think about my age whenever you go back and
watch Battle Lines again, look at my performance in that match. I lasted three hours inside that match, where
most competitors are lucky to even compete for 60 minutes. If my age had any hindrance on my performers I
would have been winded an hour into that match and been an easy target for
elimination. I even outlasted the “Immortal”
Brenton Cyrus, who you people seem to hold in the highest regard.
Speaking of Battle Lines, I think this is a perfect segue
into a point that I’d really like to bring to O’Shea’s attention. Did you get to eliminate me from that match,
O’Shea? No, you did not. It took you, Dan Alexander, and Robbie Hart to
take me out of that match. THREE of the
top competitors in this business. But,
to beat it all…you had to tag out and let Robbie Hart have a go at me before I would
be eliminated. No matter what you did to
me, I just kept sitting back up. That’s
the thing about me that any wrestling historian can point out if they’ve
followed my career; I never give up…I just keep coming back.
So, no my conundrum is just how exactly am I going to put
you away? You were so intent and so set
on helping Dan Alexander make me tap out, but it just couldn’t happen. So I’m tempted to place the most brutal
devastation you’ve ever been through on each and every one of your limbs and
then slowly wear you down with submission moves.
Or, should I just beat you within an inch of your life to
where you’ll barely be able to stand on your own and just pin you for the
classic 1,2,3? So many decisions, so
little time. All I know for sure is that
you are in for the ride of your life inside that ring.
Because inside that ring, it’s my domain. I consider myself somewhat of a ringmaster,
there isn’t a square inch of that ring that I can’t use to my advantage. Even on the outside floor, I can turn the
tide of a match in the blink of an eye. Do
you really think you can outwrestle a 20 year veteran like myself? Do you really think that you can overpower a
7 foot monstrosity as myself? Do you
think you can really outlast the undead?
I’m sure you don’t know what to think. Here you’ve thought all this time that it
wasn’t going to be this bad, you’ve thought that I’m just a pushover compared
to what I used to be, yet there you are shaking your little shillelagh
wondering what the hell you’re going to do.
You’re backed up into a corner with nowhere to go now, and there’s no
escaping me. My revenge will be slow and
methodical, but it will be taken out against you. It might have taken a few years to get to
this point, but that makes it that much more worthwhile. Because you’ve got to deal with 4 years worth
of hate and anger that’s been welling up inside of me.
It’s do or die O’Shea, fight or flight. But no matter what momentum you might
actually try to gain, I’m going to bring you right back down and brutally
slaughter you. All your little fans out
there in the crowd are going to be praying every second of this match that you
might live through it. Hell, they’ll be
praying that someone will throw in the towel for you that way you won’t have to
endure just what I plan on doing to you.
Your own personal hell awaits you inside this ring. Because I’m lashing out with every cinder of
hellfire in the deepest pits of hell against you. You’re a deadman walking, and I’ve got your
grave already laid out for you to come to rest.
You’ll be resting in pieces when I’m done with you.
The seasons don’t fear the reaper, nor do the wind the sun
or rain….but after Warrior Games, you will O’Shea. You’ll be left wishing you’d never fucked
with me in the first place. Bring your
best boy, because you’re going to need everything you’ve got just to stay
alive.
Crimson Skull- Icon
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Birthday : 1988-09-01
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