OOC: Previously…
https://insurgencywrestling.forumotion.com/t2875-redemption-pt-1 
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…+++ The Monologue :::…
…+++…:::…+++…They say at the end you begin to think about the beginning…I never truly understood why though. I mean, you would figure that at the end of something that has been such a massive part of your life for so long that you would think about all the things that you’re going to miss about it, ya know? You’d figure that you would sit around and think to yourself, “damn, I am going to miss spending time with the boys in the back and I’m going to miss the roar of the crowd and the feeling of being the champ one more time.”
Maybe that’s what they mean when they say that in the end you begin to think about the beginning. Because, looking back on it now, I am going to miss the roar of the crowd, the feeling of championship gold sitting on my shoulder, the hint of envy in the eyes of my opponents as I shift that title like I have fucking Tourette’s. Looking back on it all, I do feel a bit of a pang of sadness as I prepare to wrap things up once and for all…
But the difference between me and any other person on this planet, is that I have so much to atone for before I am allowed to hang up my spurs for good. I have wrought so much evil and wickedness over the course of my career that it just wouldn’t be right if I just turned and walked away from the game the way it is now. I have hurt so many people…some of them deserved the pain I inflicted on them…but a majority of those people didn’t. A majority of the people that I hurt were simply casualties of war in my eyes…pawns that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I am...or was, rather…a sick man. I suffered from hallucinations that I believed to be real. I heard voices screaming at me from the darkest parts of my mind to inflict pain and suffering on all those who stood before me. I was angry…always so fucking angry. All it took was the slightest thing to send me careening over the edge like a mad man, ranting and raving and screaming from the rooftops about the coming of God and my belief that I was some sort of “Lord.” I didn’t see that there is more to life that inflicting suffering…I didn’t see that there was more to life than bringing death and destruction to my enemies.
I guess at the end…we really do look back at the beginning…and when I look back at my beginning…hell, when I look back at a majority of my entire CAREER…I see that I have done more harm than good. Yes, I helped to create IWF…but that doesn’t absolve me of the sins that I have committed in the past. Before I retire, I need to go back and reconcile and atone for all that I have done. Before I walk away from professional wrestling forever, I need to right the wrongs of my past.
But in order to do that, I need to delve back into the darkness that clouded my mind for so long. In order to be at peace with my inner self and become the symbol that IWF needs me to be, I need to right the wrongs of my past and expunge the sins from my record.
I heard a saying recently that, for one reason or another, truly stuck with me. The character in this movie I saw was taking to the main villain and she said “It's really not that complicated. I've got red in my ledger, I'd like to wipe it out.” The main villain goes on to taunt her to some degree before the character essentially turns the whole thing around on him, but that’s not the point here. The reason I mention that quote is because, much like the character in that movie, I too have a lot of red in my ledger that I’d like to wipe out. I too have a lot of horrors that sit and wait for me to close my eyes before they creep up and turn my dreams into nightmares.
This is my one chance to seek Redemption
My one chance to set things right before I take my final curtain call and IWF, the thing I have fought for, bled for, broken my body for, shed years off my life for, and, in more ways than one, have died for, finally gets to ride off into the sunset and its legend becomes complete.
The circle must be closed
The monsters that have haunted IWF since its inception must be destroyed
Both of them
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Act Three: Salvation’s Sole SurvivorI look down at my wrists and ankles, which were shackled together with cold steel. Shackles…there was a time when I would’ve entered this city like a hero returning from war. They used to throw parades for me whenever I returned from a successful title match or whenever I had struck a blow for Salvation against the rest of the world. There was a time when I was in charge of this city’s defenses, planning and plotting to repeal the onslaught of enemy forces. There was a time when my legions of faithful followers would line these streets and throw rose petals at my feet.
But now here I was, walking through the streets in the City of Salvation…the city that I helped to make successful…the city that I helped to make a reality…in shackles.
Oh, how the times have changed
The guards had spotted me when I was no less than 100 yards away from the city’s walls. They had come down and, without even stopping to ask what I was doing here in the middle of nowhere or why I had come to the City of Salvation, immediately slapped some shackles on me and dragged me through the city’s gates. Then again, a part of me had expected things to go down this way.
Salvation had always been about paranoia. Salvation wouldn’t work if everyone was sane or if everyone who followed Salvation’s teachings had a mind of their own. When Brenton had come up with the idea for Salvation he, of course, put himself above all others, proclaiming himself God. Brenton claimed that Salvation would offer believers a chance at redemption…a chance at a better life and a chance to make their lives have meaning. However what Brenton was really doing was feeding off the paranoia of others.
Brenton saw that people were scared that their lives didn’t have meaning. Brenton saw that people were ready to believe that he was a God in order to try and give their lives direction and purpose. Brenton preyed on people’s paranoia of dying cold and alone and offered them a chance to “be a part of something greater than themselves.”
The two guards marched me through the city streets, allowing me a chance to take in the sight of the burned out and decrepit looking buildings. The City of Salvation had once been a gem in the middle of the vast wasteland, a hidden city whose occupants lived, ate, slept, and breathed Salvation. The City of Salvation, at its height, even boasted a massive sports complex where the annual NLWF City of Evil Pay Per View was held. But that was long ago…now, the City of Salvation was a husk of its former self…a massive collection of ruins that were a testament to the failure that Salvation had become
The guards march me down Main Street to the massive square in the middle of the city. In the middle of the massive town square, a wrestling ring had clearly been hastily constructed. Inside of the wrestling ring, a number of lethal looking weapons were strewn about. However my gaze wasn’t drawn to the ring, it wasn’t drawn to the weapons…my gaze was riveted on the figure standing in the center of the ring.
The figure was wearing a long black robe with a large, blood red cross on the back. His back was to me and he was talking to two hooded and robbed followers in front of him, but the aura that radiated from him was all I needed to see to know exactly who the figure was. I whisper his name softly to myself, feeling each syllable fall from my tongue like poison
Corey Casey
Brenton CyrusThe figure continues to ignore my presence as the guards march me over to the ring and direct me to climb inside. I look at the guard to my right and hold out my wrists
Corey Casey
Gonna be kind of hard for me to climb with these on, budThe guard reaches into his pocket and takes out a small key. The guard swiftly releases me from my shackles and, once again, motions for me to climb into the ring. I nod my head and give the guard a wink, trying my best to give off a despondent and relaxed vibe while masking the anxiety I felt within.
Brenton finishes talking to the two followers in front of him and dismisses them with a wave of his hand, keeping his back to me. Silence hangs in the air, the moment seemingly taking on a life of its own. I can feel the pressure all around me as I slowly turn my head and take in the gravity of the situation before me. I was unarmed, in the heart of the City of Salvation, with a hundred or so followers of Brenton’s cult gathered around the ring…not to mention that, standing in the ring with me, was the single most dangerous and psychotic man on the planet.
Eh, I’ve faced worse odds…not much worse, but still, worse
Brenton Cyrus
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…there is no one, on this planet, who knows you as well as I know you, Corey CaseyI scoff and shoot Brenton’s back a look of distain
Corey Casey
Yeah…you know me, the psychotic schizophrenic, better than I know me…makes sense…Brenton slowly turns around while, at the same time, reaching up and taking his hood down. The second my gaze fell upon him, I could feel my pulse quicken and the hate and rage begin to boil in my veins once more. The feeling almost caught me off guard…I was surprised by just how much I still truly hated and despised the man before me. It had been years since I last laid eyes on him…years since I’ve had to stand across the ring from him and truly realize just who and what he was and what he had done to me over the course of my career.
They say some things never die
I guess rage and hate are just two of those things
Brenton Cyrus
I know you better than you know yourself because you are me…well, a side of me, anyways. I am responsible, for you, the man everybody hates. It’s my fault you are the way that you are. You represent all of my hate, my misery, all of my disappointments, the evil side of me.Brenton slowly takes a few steps towards me, narrowing his gaze. I could feel his eyes analyzing me, poking and prodding, trying to penetrate my skin and see into my soul and into my brain to see if his words were falling on me the way he wanted them to.
Brenton Cyrus
All of the bad that had been brewing up my entire career, like a virus, has taken you over. It became you, it killed you from the inside out, until it was all that was left.Brenton slowly walks around me, his gaze needling me all over.
Brenton Cyrus
But, even with all of my hate and all of my disappointment and all of my misery flowing through you, I knew that, if I could rediscover the light of Salvation…if I could redeem myself and become The God once more, that I could save you as well. I knew that, deep inside of you, there was still a part of The Prophet…there was still a part of The Lord that I could try and convince to come out and play. I chuckle softly and shake my head as Brenton walks all the way around me and stands in front of me
Corey Casey
I hate to disappoint you…
Brenton Cyrus
No you don’t, but its ok, I forgive you for your failuresI feel a flash of anger shoot through me from the depths of my stomach
Corey Casey
…but that part of me is dead and gone. The Lord is gone. My ties and need for Salvation is gone, Brenton. I am my own manA wicked smile slowly spreads across Brenton’s features as he continues to stare at me with his cold, unblinking gaze
Brenton Cyrus
How did it feel?I furrow my brow in confusion
Corey Casey
How did what feel?
Brenton Cyrus
How did it feel to see Alex Mark again? How did it feel knowing that the man you hate, more than any other being on this planet, was sent by God himself to try and convince you to unleash The Lord and rejoin Salvation?Nick’s face suddenly flashes in my vision and my blood begins to boil. Brenton’s laugh pierces me like a shot and draws me back to the moment
Brenton Cyrus
I sent him, you know. I told him to write that letter to you. I watched as he stormed the ring and proceeded to pummel you. Do you remember?Brenton suddenly turns and waves his hand. A large screen suddenly unfolds from one of the buildings. At the same time, scenes from Spring Fling 2012 begin to roll. Nick’s face suddenly appears on the screen, his words echoing from all around, assaulting my ears and my sanity
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Rick…I’m kind of offended that you keep calling me Nick Ridicule. I hate that douchebag! I might look like Nick…but I can assure you that Nick Ridicule is dead and gone! Alex Mark has been reborn!Alex Mark flees through the fans and manages to climb all the way up to the top of the arena bowl area. Alex Mark climbs up onto the staircase railing as a spotlight shines down from the rafters and highlights him
Alex Mark
COREY CASEY! BROTHER!In the ring, I had managed to drag myself over to the corner turnbuckle and position myself in the seated position in the corner. My gaze is riveted on Alex Mark as unfiltered rage burns brightly in my eyes
Alex Mark
Corey Casey…my brother in Salvation…I have escaped the bonds Nick had placed upon me and I have come to say…I will liberate you from your bonds. I will bring back the light of Salvation to the true believers…and I will bring Salvation back to you, Corey Casey. I will save Salvation…by saving you…
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Brenton Cyrus
The time has come, Lord Casey…the time has come to unleash your inner monster and, once again, take your rightful place by my side. Look around you. The city is being rebuilt. I have gathered those who are still faithful to their true God and to Salvation. I will restore Salvation to its true might. A man operating under the will of Salvation fears nothing.Brenton’s tone grows soft as he leans forward
Brenton Cyrus
You fear. You doubt. You hide behind the guise of sanity and what others deem to be normal. All traits of someone who has lost all Salvation in life. Corey Casey…Lord Casey…I’m here to bring it back to you. All you have to ask yourself is this one simple question…
Are you saved?“Are you saved?”
“Are you saved?”
“Are you saved?”
The question echoes around my brain, reverberating off the walls of my skull, assaulting my sanity
“Are you saved?”
I feel my legs give out and I fall to my knees in front of Brenton gripping my hair and screwing my eyes shut
“Are you saved?”
I feel the memories of Salvation come rushing back. The countless horrific things I had done as The Lord. The innocent people I had tortured and killed. The senseless beatings and immeasurable suffering that I had brought upon the world. The titles that I had won, the money I had made, the power I had wielded during my time as The Lord
“Are you saved?”
I hear Brenton’s voice somewhere above me
Brenton Cyrus
Take my hand, Lord Casey. With you at my right hand once more, we can finish rebuilding this city and rebuilding Salvation. Together, we can rule not just IWF, not just pro wrestling, but the entire world. Together, we can be what Salvation has never been before…My body feels like it’s about to rip itself apart. Every fiber, every nerve, every sense seems to be going haywire as my right arm slowly reaches out, as if on its own accord, to take Brenton’s hand
Brenton Cyrus
Together…Salvation will be immortal…Brenton takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. Slowly, I stand up, my eyes still screwed shut, a battle of epic proportions still raging inside of me
Brenton Cyrus
Good to have you back, Lord CaseyBrenton goes to release my hand but I tighten my grip. My eyes flare open and rage floods my body.
Pure
Unfiltered
Rage
Goddamn I’ve missed this
A confused look appears on Brenton’s face as I stare into his eyes. I suddenly see Jess’ body the night Chuck and I found her during our raid on the Salvation conversion camps. I see her huddled in the darkness, scared, alone, bloodied and beaten. I hear her soft cries whisper in my ears as she pleads for the pain to stop and begs for death. I can almost feel Jess pressing herself against me, Raylyn and Gavin in her arms. My family. The only ones to ever love me truly, deeply, and unconditionally. The only ones to ever give me a shot, a chance, despite all my flaws
This was for them, as much as it was for me
Corey Casey
Fuck youI feel my forehead connect solidly with Brenton’s face. A sick, twisted smile spreads across my features as Brenton stumbles back a few paces and his hands shoot up and cover his face. A soft, wicked laugh escapes between his fingers as he slowly lowers his hand. A small trail of blood dribbles slightly from where my head-butt had split his lip
Brenton dabs at his lip and then looks at his fingers, seeing his own blood. He then reaches back and grabs his robe at the shoulder, tearing it from his body in one fluid motion. Underneath the robe, Brenton is wearing a pair of jeans, a black wife beater, and a pair of black boots. As the robe floats softly to the ground outside of the ring, Brenton turns and bellows out to the gathered crowd
Brenton Cyrus
Followers of Salvation! Hear your God!My eyes quickly dart around as Brenton’s followers emerge from the surrounding buildings. I quickly count them up and estimate there to be no more than a hundred, maybe one hundred and fifty. I softly whisper to myself
“Hundreds of followers, my ass”Brenton Cyrus
What is about to transpire is between your God and Savior Brenton Cyrus…and the heretic known as Corey Casey. He has spurned the loving embrace of Salvation. He has refused a chance to sit at the right hand of God and rule in my stead. He has knowingly and willingly outright denied a chance to rejoin that which he helped to create…Brenton turns and points up to The Hill. My gaze follows his arm, knowing full well what was at the top of that hill. Tens of dozens of crucifixes, all of them with bodies nailed to them. The countless victims that both Brenton and I had killed and crucified over the years.
Brenton Cyrus
For his sins, Corey Casey has been sentenced to death at the hands of God. He will be crucified and his body will be stand atop The Hill for all time. I command that no man, woman, or child interfere in the fight that is about to take place! It is the will of God that this heathen die by God’s hand and God’s hand alone! No matter what happens, your God and Savior commands that no one interfere!Brenton turns his attention back to me, his wicked smile growing, spreading, nearly splitting his face in half
Brenton Cyrus
I was secretly hoping you’d choose this route. I’ve been dying to do thisI take my shirt off and cast it aside as Brenton slowly crosses the ring, analyzing me, looking for a weakness. I drop down into a fighter’s stance and begin to circle him as well. Suddenly we both snap, and rush at each other. We lock up and immediately begin exchanging rights and lefts. The hate and rage and anger that I felt at myself, for Brenton and for all of Salvation begins to rampage through my veins, causing my entire body to shake as I gain the upper hand and slam Brenton to the ground.
Brenton suddenly reaches up and shoves me off of him, causing me to fall backwards. Suddenly, I find myself having to block Brenton’s onslaught as he climbs on top of me and begins to rain blows down on my head and neck. I suddenly lash out and throw a forearm into Brenton’s gut, causing him to roll off of me. Both of us manage to get to our feet at the same time, breathing rapidly
Corey Casey
You’re not tired are you?Brenton spits back at me
Brenton Cyrus
Not even closeBrenton rushes at me again, looking to spear me to the ground. I side step the attempt, causing Brenton to run to the ring ropes. Brenton hits the ropes and comes running back at me. I lash out, looking to clothesline him, but Brenton ducks underneath my clothesline attempt and suddenly stops behind me. Brenton then grabs me by both shoulders and pulls me down. My back suddenly explodes in a shower of pain, causing my vision to go fuzzy for a moment. Brenton slowly gets to his feet and looks down at me, a cocky smile dancing upon his lips
Brenton Cyrus
How does the back feel? Brenton stomps down on my exposed mid-drift, driving the air from my lungs with his boot heels. After a few stomps, Brenton pulls back and walks across to the ring. I curl up, clutching my ribs and trying to shake off the pain I felt in my back. I lift my head up in time to see Brenton come charging across the ring with a steel chair. He attempts to bring the chair crashing down on my exposed side, but I roll out of the way. Again he lashes out, looking to bash me with the chair, but I manage to roll out of the way again and get up to my feet.
Brenton Cyrus
Hold still so I can kill youI smirk ever so slightly as I rush across the ring. Brenton manages to turn around, just in time for me to connect with a spear that drives him into the corner turn buckle. The impact of the collision forces him to drop the chair, which falls and clatters on the exposed stone outside of the ring. I take a few steps back, a smirk of my own spreading across my face
Corey Casey
Hollywood Impact, bitchI scour around the ring and see a long length of chain. I grab the chain and wrap it around my right fist. I then turn my attention back to Brenton, who is slowly pulling himself back together in the corner turnbuckle. I walk over to Brenton and swing at his head with my chain wrapped fist, but Brenton ducks out of the way and manages to get behind me again. I quickly lash out, catching him with the point of my left elbow, which dazes him. I then whirl around and swing at his head again, this time connecting with my chain wrapped right fist. Brenton falls flat on his back, hard, clutching his face
Brenton Cyrus
YOU MOTHERFUCKER!I unwrap the chain from my fist and wield it like a whip. I lash out, looking to flog Brenton with the chain. Brenton manages to roll out of the way and then out of the ring. I cast the chain aside and dive out of the ring, looking to follow up on my offense. Brenton begins to crawl away, managing to get around the corner turnbuckle and out of sight. I laugh wickedly
Corey Casey
Where are you running to, God?I turn the corner and suddenly feel a searing pain across my chest. I look down at Brenton, who is on his knees, and see him wielding…
Brenton Cyrus
Remember this little friend of yours?In his hand, Brenton holds a razor blade tipped Cat O’Nine Tails. Brenton lashes out with the Cat O’Nine Tails again, causing more wounds to open up on my chest. Blood begins to seep down my exposed chest. Brenton gets to his feet and lashes out a third time. I do the only thing I can think of and bring my right arm up to cover my face, causing the razor blades to bite into my right forearm. Brenton howls like a man possessed, seemingly relishing in the agony shooting through my body.
Brenton Cyrus
Be cleansed by pain, Lord Casey! Feel the searing love of Salvation!Brenton lashes out a fourth time but I hop backwards, causing the Cat O’Nine Tails to whistle through the air. I suddenly lunge out, looking to connect with a super kick, aiming for Brenton’s jaw. Brenton ducks under the kick, grabs me from behind, picks me up, and drops me down on his knee with a backbreaker, causing untold agony to surge through my body. I lay on the stone, my breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as I try to cope with the pain.
Without hesitation, Brenton leans down, drags me up to my feet, picks me up, and then slams me down onto his knee again with a second back breaker. I’m unable to stop myself as I call out in a short, pain laced yelp. Brenton’s features light up as a sick, twisted look burns brightly in his eyes
Brenton Cyrus
You could’ve avoided all of this. All you had to do, was just accept my offer. Brenton walks over and grabs a sledgehammer from beneath the ring. I watch as Brenton comes walking back towards me, the sledgehammer hanging from his right hand. I can hear him dragging the head of the sledgehammer on the ground, almost like he wanted me to know what was coming next
Brenton Cyrus
You brought this upon yourself. This is your faultI try to pull myself up to my feet, using the ring apron as an aide. Brenton rushes forward and slams the head of the sledgehammer into my stomach, causing me to double over. Brenton then cocks back and I feel an exploding pain in my back and I can immediately feel that Brenton just broke two of my ribs. I drop to the ground and cough, causing some blood to shoot out of my mouth and land on the stone.
I suddenly feel the weight of Brenton’s entire body being pressed down on the two ribs that he had just broken, causing my vision to become blurry as pain envelopes every sense. From somewhere above me, I can hear Brenton’s voice floating down
Brenton Cyrus
Stay down, Casey. Your death will bring about the final incarnation of Salvation. This was it…I was done for. There was no coming back from this. The pain…it was too much. Better to just lay here…I had failed Jess…failed Raylyn and Gavin…
Suddenly, a voice screams out from the darkness of my brain
“He’s going to crush your spine, MOVE! NOW!”Instinctively, I roll out of the way just as the sledgehammer comes crashing down and smashes into the stones where my head had been a moment before. I roll onto my stomach and slowly begin to push myself up to my hands and knees. I look over and see the faint outline of Young Corey, smiling at me. I whisper softly to myself
“Not sure if it’s because of the pain or not, but it’s good to see you again, old friend”Young Corey nods
Young Corey
You’re going to need all of us to win thisI turn my head back…just in time to see Brenton’s boot come flying up and connect with my face.
Brenton Cyrus
I SAID…STAY…DOWN!I collapse, face first, into the stone. I could tell my nose was broken and a river of blood was flowing from my face and pooling by me on the ground. My entire world begins to spin as I continue to lose blood. From somewhere behind me, I hear Brenton rustling with the ring steps. After a few moments, I feel him reach down and grab me by the shoulders and drag me onto the bottom level of the steps, with my head hanging over the back of the steps.
Young Corey
COME ON! FIGHT GODDAMN YOU!I try to will my body to move, but my strength flees my muscles as exhaustion and pain set in. I was in absolute agony, unable to make my worthless…
Before I can finish my thought, Brenton’s boot appears out of no where again and bashes me in the face. My entire world spins into darkness…
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“You’ve got to help him!”
The annoying little runt pleads with me, desperation clearly welling up in his eyes. He was begging me…ME! Of all fucking people, this little fucking shit stain had the nerve to try and come crawling to me for help
It was almost enough to make me sick
“I’ve got to help him? ME?! DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I WOULD HELP EITHER OF YOU?! AFTER ALL YOU’VE DONE TO ME?! You two have caged me up in here, left me to fucking DIE! Each and every single time I try to do ANYTHING, the two of you FUCKS gang up and force me back to this fucking PRISON!”
The kid continues to stare at me, his gaze eerily familiar to my own. After a moment of silence, he speaks
“Because without him, ALIVE, there is no YOU! There is no me, there is no US! Without him alive, and, make no mistake about it, Brenton IS GOING TO KILL HIM, ALL OF US CEASE TO EXIST!”
He’s pissed…and, as much as I hate to admit it, making some semblance of sense
“You want to sit back and watch as he gets fucking ripped apart? Fine. But just know this, if he fucking dies, you die too. As much as you hate to admit it, we are all tied together on this one. We are all depending on the outcome of this fight. Our essence, our core, our entire fucking life, depends on this. So you want to sit back and do nothing and die? Well, that’s your call”
The kid turns and begins to walk away. Before he walks off, he turns and calls back over his shoulder
“I expected more from The Lord”
With that, the kid walks off into the darkness, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I close my eyes and reach out through the back channels, trying to feel the way he was feeling. I suddenly feel agony, pain, despair, and a hopelessness I had never ever felt before. I feel my nose being broken, my ribs being cracked and shattered. I feel my back in searing agony. And I see God’s face looking down at me, a sick, twisted, demonic look dancing about his face. I hear his words echoing like the sound of a bellBrenton Cyrus
Ssshhhh…just die….+++++++++++++++++++++++++++This was it. This was how the legend of Corey Casey was going to end. Killed at the hands of the man who, many credited with creating me. The irony of it weighed heavily on me as, from somewhere above me, Brenton leaned down and his voice floated to my ears
Brenton Cyrus
Ssshhhh…just die….I could see Brenton stepping back a few paces, measuring me up, getting ready to deliver a third Reawakening punt kick. I could already feel my body beginning to shut down. This was going to be it for me. I look over at Young Corey, who has tears running down his face. His eyes were pleading with me to get up, to continue the fight…but I just didn’t have it in me…
Corey Casey
I’m sorry…Suddenly, I feel a shot of adrenaline rush through my system. The anger that had been boiling in my gut at the beginning of the fight seemingly bursts forth and floods my body, giving new life to my muscles. I feel a surge of pure, unfiltered rage course through my entire system, driving me forward and forcing my eyes open and my muscles to feel alive.
I look over and see, standing beside Young Corey, a familiar figure clad in a black robe and black combat boots. The figure has long blonde and black dreadlocks and all white eyes…
The Lord
He stares at me and his voice is dripping with hatred when he speaks, staring at me with his all white eyes…
The Lord
Get the fuck upI don’t ask questions….there isn’t time. I immediately push myself up just as Brenton’s boot goes whistling by my head. I get my feet underneath me and spring forward, spearing Brenton to the ground as he runs by me, carried forward by the momentum from the kick. I begin raining blows down on Brenton’s skull and upper body, putting every bit of wrath and rage that I have in me into each and every blow. I leap to my feet and stomp down with all my might on Brenton’s shoulder, smiling crazily as I hear Brenton scream and his shoulder buckle under my boot heel, separating from the socket
Brenton Cyrus
FUCK!I turn around and see the sledgehammer laying by the side of the ring. I turn and look at The Lord, who has a twisted, evil smile on his face. His all whit eyes seem to burn with an unholy fire as he nods in the direction of the sledgehammer
The Lord
Get itI walk over and grab the sledgehammer, ignoring the shooting pain in my back and letting my rage be the only thing I feel. I turn slowly to see Brenton Cyrus beginning to drag himself up. For the first time in forever, Brenton actually looks concerned
Corey Casey
Thought I was just going to lay there and die, did you?I rush forward and catch Brenton in the chest with a kick, causing Brenton to slam back down to the ground. I place my foot on his chest, raise the sledgehammer, and drive it into his exposed ribs, relishing in Brenton’s cries of agony and the sound of his bones breaking. I look down at Brenton, who is grimacing in pain. I raise the hammer up and bring it crashing down on Brenton’s left arm, once again relishing in the sound of bone being shattered like glass.
I cast the hammer aside and go and grab the steel chair. I turn back around to see dread in Brenton’s eyes as he watches me approach him. I stomp down on Brenton’s prone form, laughing as Brenton tries feebly to kick out at me.
Corey Casey
You had your chance to kill me…your chance to close the circle once and for all. That time…I stomp on Brenton’s chest, hard
Corey Casey
…is…A second stomp lands squarely on Brenton’s heart
Corey Casey
…DONE!I lash out and drive the toe of my boot across Brenton’s face, laughing as Brenton’s jaw comes unhinged from his face. I lean down and wrap the chair around Brenton’s throat. I then turn and climb up on the ring apron. I look down at Brenton, the man who I once saw as a God, and I see the panic and fear in his eyes. He tries to call out to me, to appeal to The Lord, maybe even to beg for mercy…but, with his broken jaw, all that comes out is garbled noises.
Corey Casey
Let’s see if God truly is immortalI leap off the ring apron and time seems to go into slow motion. I feel the adrenaline coursing through my body and I see the looks of approval on both The Lord and Young Corey’s faces. I look down and see Brenton’s eyes widen as he realizes there is no escape for him. I keep my legs tucked until the final second before impact, assuring maximum damage. Seconds before I come crashing down on the chair across Brenton’s throat, I drive both of my legs downward, putting the last of my adrenaline into the stomp. I see the pain well up in Brenton’s face as the chair snaps shut on his neck, crushing his wind pipe.
Time seems to speed up again as my feet come into contact with the chair and, before I know it, I suddenly find myself moving as fast as chain lightning. I dart over and grab the sledgehammer. I then snap the hammer in half and toss the heavy end with the metal hammer head to the side. I wield the broken, jagged half of the sledgehammer and jump on top of Brenton’s prone form. I quickly rip the chair off of him and grab Brenton by his crushed throat with my left hand. I stare insanely into Brenton’s eyes, feeling my heart slamming against my chest in anticipation of what I knew was coming next.
Slowly…ever so slowly…the life begins to fade from Brenton’s eyes. I watch, relishing each and every single solitary second as Brenton begins to fade into oblivion. I lean in, making sure to hear every gurgle, every labored gasp for air, every single pleading look that Brenton was desperately trying to plead with the heavens above…but to no avail. Like a man possessed, I felt Brenton’s heart begin to slow, each thud begin to be more and more labored as I tightened my grip on his already shattered throat. After a few moments, the life completely left the body of Brenton Cyrus and his heart grew still in his chest.
The second the last beat of Brenton’s heart thudded in his chest, I immediately hoisted the broken piece of the sledgehammer up and drove it into Brenton’s chest. Using the broken piece of the hammer like a saw, I cut Brenton’s chest wide open, reached into his chest, and ripped out his heart. I grabbed Brenton’s heart and ripped it out his chest, howling like a coyote, letting the elation of insanity overtake me.
I then toss Brenton’s heart aside and, once again, using the broken bit of the sledgehammer like a saw, I proceeded to hack Brenton Cyrus’ head clean off his shoulders. Each time the broken half of the sledgehammer fell, the members of Salvation around me seemed to disappear. It was just me and my task. I was possessed…I NEEDED to get his head clean off his shoulders. I NEEDED it to be true. I NEEDED some reassurance that this was the end like I needed air to breathe. I was completely oblivious to the squirting of the blood rupturing from Brenton’s neck. I was completely oblivious to the fact that, slowly but surely, the followers of Salvation were beginning to close ranks around me.
There was only me…and Brenton’s severed head
I finally managed to remove the head from Brenton’s body, feeling an unexplained joy the likes of which I’d never experienced before. I tossed the hammer to the side and grabbed Brenton’s heart in one hand and his head in the other. I leapt to my feet and tossed my head back to the heavens
Corey Casey
Behold…THE DEATH OF GOD!!!After a few moments, all the strength rushed out of me and I collapsed in an exhausted heap. It was only then that I realized that there was a crowd of Salvation followers slowly closing ranks around me. I tried to summon my strength up again but it was useless…fighting Brenton had completely wiped me out…
I slowly collapse, feeling my strength being sapped from my body. I fall to the ground, Brenton’s heart still in one hand and his head in my other hand. A small smile dances upon my lips as I take solace in the fact that I had accomplished what I had set out to do.
I had killed the man who claimed he was a God…nothing else mattered.
Brenton was dead
With those words repeating over and over again in my mind, I begin to slowly fade into unconsciousness. I am almost completely oblivious to the fact that, suddenly, the sun had been blacked out and, in the distance the sound of a helicopter’s blades cutting through the air was somewhere overhead. With those last two thoughts, I allowed myself to slip into unconsciousness…
Subject: Redemption-Part II 
Wed Mar 04, 2015 8:09 pm
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