Corey Casey
Posts : 1395
Join date : 2011-03-01
Age : 36
Wrestler Stats
IWF Record: 27-12-1
Alignment: In Between
 |  Subject: The Offer-Part One  Sun Mar 20, 2011 2:09 pm | |
| South BostonWednesday, January 12th
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(A yellow cab pulls up to a rundown looking bar in South Boston. The sound of bagpipes and a loud guitar riff can be heard blasting out of a jukebox inside. The back door of the cab opens and Corey Casey emerges from the cab. He walks up to the driver’s side window of the cab and reaches into his pocket, removing some money)Corey Casey
Keep the change
(The cabbie takes the money and then speeds off into the darkness of the night. Corey stands outside the bar and heaves a heavy sigh. After landing he had gone to his apartment in the city and put all his shit that he had with him back where it belonged. He had been so excited about the impending idea of starting this new wrestling federation with Chuck and Brandon that he had called Jess to tell her the good news…)+
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Corey Casey’s ApartmentBoston, MassachusettsEarlier that evening+
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Jessica Matthews
Hello
(Corey smiles widely. It was so good to hear her voice again. He hadn’t talked to her all day since he had that meeting with Nick and then had flown right back to Boston)Corey Casey
Hey there gorgeous(Jess giggles on the other end of the phone)Jessica Matthews
Well, someone is in a good mood(Corey flops on his bed in the master bedroom)Corey Casey
Damn right I am!
Jessica Matthews
So I’m assuming the meeting with Nick went well?
(Corey’s smile falters slightly)Corey Casey
Not exactly…(When Jess speaks, there is a hint of concern in her voice)Jessica Matthews
What do you mean?Corey Casey
Well, when I got there I saw Chuck and the…
(Jess immediately cuts Corey off)Jessica Matthews
Wait…Charlie was there? Why?Corey Casey
Well, he told me he was there to check on Nick and also to check on how things with NLWF were goingJessica Matthews
Why would Charlie care about the well being of NLWF? ME doesn’t own NLWF anymoreCorey Casey
That’s what I said. But then Chuck told me about how WE is now owned by ME since Brandon sold his shares of WE to Chuck before going off and joining the army(There is silence on the other end of the phone. Corey feels his stomach beginning to tie its self into a knot of nervous energy)Corey Casey
Jess? You there?Jessica Matthews
I’m here…I’m just trying to figure out why Nick would hire you for a position that wouldn’t exist and why Charlie wouldn’t tell me that ME now owns WE even though I told him about how you had gotten the job there
Corey Casey
Well, let me finish my story before you get pissed at Chuck
(Corey pauses as a surprised look appears on his face. Did he just…defend Chuck Matthews? When Jess speaks, the surprise is evident in her tone of voice as well)Jessica Matthews
Um…alright. Go ahead and finish your story…
(Corey then proceeds to tell Jess about how he and Chuck had met with Nick and the anarchy that now reigned supreme inside NLWF HQ and how Nick had gone completely out of his mind)Corey Casey
…and then I told Nick that I was done with him and done with NLWF and I quit right then and there. Then, right after I had quit, Chuck told Nick that he had talked to Ashley and that Ashley was done with Nick too. The two of us then walked out of Nick’s office and took the elevator down tot eh lobby. But, on the way down, Chuck and I got to talking about old times and Bad Company and how the two of us had worked so well together when we chose to. And then…we both had an idea…what if the two of us pooled our resources together and worked to form a new wrestling promotion. What if Corey Casey and Chuck Matthews could work together to form the greatest wrestling company ever conceived?!Jessica Matthews
Well Corey…as much as I like the idea of you and Charlie working together to make this new company…you don’t really have the money to be building a wrestling promotion from the ground up right now.
Corey Casey
But see, it’s not just Chuck and I trying to form this company. We got a third investor…an old member of the NLWF roster named Brandon Macdonald whom I talked to on the plane ride back to Boston. Brandon said he would gladly help Chuck and I to form this new company.(Corey suddenly snaps his fingers as he remembers Chuck’s offer)Corey Casey
Oh, and I meant to tell you! I’m not unemployed anymore!Jessica Matthews
That’s great! Who hired you?Corey Casey
Well, after Chuck and I got to talking about the new wrestling fed, Chuck offered me a job as the Head of Security for ME.Jessica Matthews
That’s great! But still…Core…as happy as I am for you, and as much as I love seeing you work alongside with my brothers…you just don’t have the funds to be getting involved with this. I mean, I’m not working right now and neither are you and there is a lot of stuff that goes into running and maintaining your own business…never mind trying to start up your own wrestling promotion.(Corey suddenly feels all the air being sucked out of his lungs. After talking with Brandon on the plane ride home from Miami, he had been so sure that now that the money had been split three ways everything would be much easier. Corey begins to grasp for a way that this could still work…a way that he could still be involved in the creation of this new federation…)Corey Casey
Jess…I’m sure there is a way I can still help Chuck and Brandon. I just know it…
(Corey feels his heart break just a little bit when he hears the sad tone of Jess’ voice on the other end of the phone)Jessica Matthews
Ok Corey…do what you have to do I guess…(Corey sits up straight as a look of resolve appears on his face)Corey Casey
Jess…I promise you…I won’t do anything that will jeopardize us and jeopardize our financial well-being.Jessica Matthews
I know you won’t Core. I gotta go though…I love youCorey Casey
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(Corey wraps his coat around him in an attempt to fend off the biting wind. Even though it had been in the low 60’s today, the evening air carried a bit of a chill. Corey walks up to the door of the bar and enters the run down pub.As he enters the pub, he looks around and a small smile appears on his face. It was still early so there were only a few ragged patrons inside the bar. The sound of “Going Out in Style” by The Dropkick Murphys blasted out of an old jukebox in the corner of the bar. Two pool tables were set up in the back of the bar and there were two guys playing on one table. TV’s were hung sporadically around the bar on mounted brackets. Each TV had something different on it, from the Bruins Pre-Game to the first quarter of the Boston Celtics game. Corey chuckles, the old place hadn’t changed a bit. Corey turns and walks over to the bar and takes a seat on one of the bar stools. An old man walks over to Corey with a smirk on his face)
Connor McShane
Well…it’s been awhile since I’ve seen ya lad(Corey smiles as he takes his coat off and places it underneath him)Corey Casey
It sure has Connor(Connor looks Corey up and down, taking in the sight of the bags under Corey’s eyes and the look of concern that Corey is trying to hide so desperately)Connor McShane
Are you alright boyo?(Corey shakes his head and smirks. He had never been able to hide anything from Connor. The old man had known Corey pretty much Corey’s entire life. And, despite the fact that Connor was noticeably getting older and older every time Corey saw him, Connor was still able to read Corey like a book.)Corey Casey
You know me too well mate(Connor shrugs)Connor McShane
It pays to be able to read people in this business boyo. So, what’ll it be tonight? Wait let me guess…(Connor pretends to think long and hard about what Corey could possibly want to drink. Corey’s smirk widens as he goes along with Connor’s little game. Corey had been ordering the same thing every single time he came into this bar since he first snuck in here with a fake ID at the age of 18)Connor McShane
Well, since it ain’t St. Patty’s Day you won’t be havin’ a green beer. So that means you must be wantin’ a Jack Daniels and CokeCorey Casey
However did you read my mind Connor?Connor McShane
Like I said…it pays to be able to read people(Connor turns and walks off down the bar to mix Corey’s drink. Corey shakes his head as his mind begins to wander away from the Irish punk rock music and towards the problem of finding the money necessary to start up this new wrestling federation with Chuck and Brandon. Corey doesn’t notice a man clad all in black walk in through the bar’s back door and walk over to Connor. The man in black leans over the bar and motions for Connor to come closer. Connor eyes the stranger suspiciously as he walks over to the man in black. The man in black then sets a small white envelope on the bar and whispers something to Connor. Connor nods his head in agreement as the man in black tells Connor one last thing before handing Connor something and walking out the back door of the bar. Connor watches the stranger go before grabbing the letter and putting whatever the man in black had given him into his pocket. Connor then turns and grabs Corey’s drink and walks over to Corey, who is still deep in thought. Connor sets the drink down on the bar in front of Corey, which snaps Corey back to reality)Corey Casey
Thanks Connor(Connor smiles)Connor McShane
No worries lad…(Connor looks around the bar and makes sure that none of the other patrons are paying attention to him and Corey. Connor leans forward and talks in a low voice)Connor McShane
Oi…come closer(A suspicious look appears on Corey’s face but he leans forward. Connor slowly brings his arm up and sets the letter on top of the bar in front of Corey)Connor McShane
Did ya see that gent dressed all in black come in here a few moments ago?(Corey quickly surveys the inside of the bar but doesn’t see anyone even remotely dressed from head to foot in black)Corey Casey
No…why?
Connor McShane
The bloke dressed all in black said that I was to give you two things. The first thing bein’ this letter…(Corey’s gaze darts down at the envelope in front of him and then back up to Connor)Corey Casey
And what was the second thing?
(Connor once again casts his gaze around the inside of the bar before reaching into pocket0Connor McShane
This…(Connor sets a medium size gold coin on top of the white envelope. Corey reaches out slowly and wraps his fingers around the coin. It was a little bit bigger than a normal sized quarter and was warm to the touch. Corey inspects the coin and sees that the word “Purifier” is engraved on one side and, on the other side, there is a strange symbol engraved) Corey Casey
Did you know the guy who gave you these things Connor?(Connor shakes his head no)Connor McShane
I’m afraid not. The only thing this bloke told me aside from askin’ me to deliver these things to ya, was that the letter would explain everythin’. Sorry I can’t be of more help(Connor then turns and walks back down the bar to serve another patron who had waved Connor down for a refill. Corey furrows his brow as he flips the coin over in his head one more time before putting the coin safely in the front right pocket of his jeans. Corey then reaches out and grabs the envelope. He tears the envelope open slowly, careful to keep the tear upright should the envelope contain some sort of powder or something.As soon as Corey tears the envelope open completely, he reaches inside and removes a scrap of paper. He sets the paper down on the bar and inspects the inside of the envelope carefully for any signs that the envelope had been tampered with. Satisfied that he wasn’t infected with anthrax or something equally deadly, Corey turns his attention to the note that had been inside the envelope. Corey unfolds the letter and reads its contents:Corey Casey,
It has been awhile since I have seen or talked to you my friend! I am sorry for this cryptic letter and the knife and dagger shit but there are those who can’t be trusted these days and I must be constantly aware of the grave danger that surrounds myself and the members of my organization.
Anyways, I have heard that you are back in town and that you find yourself in a bit of a financial pickle as it were. I would just like to say that I have been singing your praises to the members of my organization and we have decided that you are more than qualified to join us if you should feel so inclined. If you want to find out more about my organization or if you simply want to meet up and talk about old times, why don’t you meet me out back of Connor McShane’s bar at midnight? Make sure to bring the coin you received along with this letter to our meeting.
I look forward to seeing you again mate!
Your long lost friend,
~Johnny FlanniganCorey re-reads the letter again, the look of confusion on his face deepening. Corey. Johnny, his younger brother Tim, and Mike O’Malley had all hung out together a lot growing up. When Corey had come back to Southie almost two years ago, he had discovered that Timmy Flannigan had been brutally murdered by two thugs from Providence, Rhode Island who were trying to enforce some kind of “protection” racket in Southie. Corey had killed the two goons but then had completely forgotten about Johnny until he received the letter he now held in his hands)Corey Casey
Interesting…(Corey takes a sip of his drink as he ponders the meaning of the letter. This could be a trap…but Johnny had been a close personal friend, he wouldn’t do anything to harm Corey…would he? Not only that, but Johnny made it seem like he was a part of some group and this mysterious group had seemingly chosen him to join their ranks or some such nonsense)Connor McShane
Who’s the letter from?(Corey looks up from the letter to see Connor standing in front of him)Corey Casey
Johnny Flannigan
Connor McShane
Johnny Flannigan you say? I didn’t even know he was still alive. I figured when those thugs from Providence killed poor Timmy two years ago that they killed Johnny as well(Corey shrugs)Corey Casey
Apparently notConnor McShane
Well then, what did Johnny want?
(Corey hands the letter over to Connor)Corey Casey
Read for yourself mate(Corey takes another sip of his drink while Connor reads the contents of the letter. Connor sets the letter down after reading it and looks at Corey)Connor McShane
Johnny has always been a good lad…but this sounds like somethin’ you don’t want to get involved in Corey
Corey Casey
Apparently Johnny is well connected considering that I only just arrived in Boston an hour ago. Besides…what harm could there be in meeting with an old friend?
(Corey drains the rest of his drink and sets the empty glass down on top of the bar. He turns and looks at the time on the clock:10:00 pmCorey shrugs his shoulders)Corey Casey
Looks like I got time for another one Connor…+
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Later that evening…
(Corey turns and looks at the time on the clock:11:55pmCorey drains his second drink and sets it down on top of the bar. He then reaches into his back pocket and takes out his wallet. He places a $20 down beside the empty glass and then stands up. Corey grabs his coat and begins walking towards the back door of the bar. He turns and sees Connor talking with a group of patrons…it was better not to disturb Connor. Besides, it’s not like there was anything Corey needed to be afraid of. Corey walks to the back door of the bar and pushes it open. He walks outside into the back alley behind Connor McShane’s bar and takes a deep breath, enjoying the way the cold crisp night air filled his lungs.)???
I remember the first time any of us ever puked in this alleyway(Corey suddenly drops into a defensive stance, ready to take out any threat that might be lurking in the shadows)Corey Casey
Who’s there? Show yourself
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We were just 18 years old. We had snuck in here using some fake ID’s that I had managed to dupe some stupid college freshmen into making for us. Connor knew we weren’t 21 but he still let us in anyway. After a long night of drinking, we all barreled out of the back door of Connor’s pub and my brother fell to his hands and knees right where you are standing and started puking everywhere. Me, you and Mike had to carry Tim home because he was so drunk his legs didn’t work.(As the shadowy figure slowly emerges, Corey narrows his eyes suspiciously. He knew that voice from somewhere…but where…)Corey Casey
Johnny? Is that you?(The figure steps out of the shadows, revealing the smiling face of Johnny Flannigan. His eyes had massive bags under them, like he hadn’t slept well in a while but he was exponentially taller and more muscular than Corey remembered him from when they were both kids. Johnny was wearing a black t-shirt, a pair of tattered jeans and a pair of Timberland boots. Tattoos covered his left arm but the thing that jumped out at Corey was the single tattoo on Johnny’s right forearm) Johnny Flannigan
It’s been awhile hasn’t it?(Johnny walks over to Corey and wraps his massive arms around Corey, squeezing Corey tightly in a massive bear hug)Corey Casey
That it has Johnny(Johnny slaps Corey on the back a few times before releasing Corey. Corey takes a deep breath in an attempt to re-fill his lungs with air)
Corey Casey
You got fucking huge since I’ve seen you last John
(Johnny Flannigan chuckles and shrugs his shoulders)Johnny Flannigan
You haven’t seen me since we were 19 years old and you ran off to become a World Champion in some wrestling federation
(Corey nods his head slowly)Corey Casey
Sorry I didn’t come to Tim’s funeral…(At the mention of his dead brother, anger flashes in Johnny’s eyes briefly before being repressed)Johnny Flannigan
Don’t worry about it…you managed to kill the two men who killed him so I’d say that makes it even(Johnny nods at the dumpster immediately to Corey’s right)
Johnny Flannigan
You put ‘em in that dumpster didn’t you?
(Corey’s gaze darts over to the dumpster as he has a flashback. He had punt kicked one of them in the skull, snapping the goon’s neck…the other one he had made beg for mercy before killing…but Corey didn’t kill the two goons…it was The Lord…)Corey Casey
Yeah
(Johnny makes a “tisk tisk” sound)Johnny Flannigan
Sloppy, sloppy work Mr. Casey. You should’ve known better. If you’re going to kill someone you don’t put them in a public trash receptacle. You throw them in a river or grind their bodies up so that way no one can ever find the evidence.(Corey feels uneasy as he hears Johnny tell him how to mask evidence of a murder. He reaches into his right front pocket and wraps his fingers around the gold coin, which is cool to the touch…almost soothing…) Johnny Flannigan
But don’t worry mate…we wouldn’t let a good deed be discovered by the cops. So we fished the two bodies out of the dumpster later that night and threw ‘em in the Charles River. God bless that dirty river.(Corey nods his head, pretending to go along with what Johnny was saying. In the back of his mind, he begins to plan his route of escape. Johnny must’ve sensed his uneasiness because Johnny immediately changes the topic of discussion)Johnny Flannigan
Sorry about that Corey…a bit morbid I know…
(The sound of a police siren whines somewhere off in the distance. Corey notices every muscle in Johnny’s body clench as he hears the siren. Johnny tries to laugh the whole thing off but Corey can see Johnny’seyes darting back and forth around the alley)Corey Casey
You alright there Johnny?Johnny Flannigan
Aye…it’s just that I happen to be in a bit of hot water with Boston’s finest at the moment. You mind if we continue this conversation elsewhere?(Corey narrows his gaze)Corey Casey
I’m not going anywhere until you explain that tattoo on your right arm and this…
(Corey removes the gold coin from his pocket and shows the symbol to Johnny. Johnny smirks as he sees the coin)Johnny Flannigan
“Purifier” was my idea…I figured the double meaning was almost too good to pass up.
Corey Casey
What is it Johnny?
(Johnny lifts up his forearm to show Corey the same symbol tattooed on his right forearm)Johnny Flannigan
Corey…what do you know about a group called “The Insurgency?”(As soon as Johnny says the name “Insurgency” Corey immediately remembers what Chuck had told him about John Conrad:The little snake in the grass told Chris that he didn’t have access to any of ME’s financial accounts…but he lied. I had granted him access to the accounts due to his position and need for funding for his soldiers. Not only that, but Conrad and his entire security force were all a part of some underground home grown terrorist group called “The Insurgency.”(Corey shrugs his shoulders)Corey Casey
Not a damn thing(Johnny Flannigan smiles slightly)Johnny Flannigan
The Insurgency is a group of freedom fighters based right here in America. Our stronghold, though, is right here in Boston. We are fighting to rid the US government of corruption and greed…we are fighting to make America pure once more. The massive corporations and special interest groups have retarded what was once a perfect and pure democracy. They have tainted what was once the most powerful and noble government in the world with their slanderous filth and their greed.
The Insurgency fights to return America to the Americans. We target massive corporations and work tirelessly to bring them down and loosen their grip on the American people’s collective throats. And we…we want you to join our ranks Corey.
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Alright, I’m going to keep this one short and sweet ladies and gentlemen. I have a plan. I know, I was just as surprised as anyone when I first came up with this plan. Normally Chuck Matthews is the man with the plan…the guy who is always “prepared” with a plan for his These days, I have developed the uncanny sense to make up some plans.
But my plan isn’t some convoluted plan that depends on my original plan failing. No, this plan is short, sweet, and to the point.
My plan is to become the first ever IWF World Champion…no matter the cost.
I know, this plan might not seem too original. I mean, I’m sure that Brandon has almost the same exact plan. I mean, the guy joined up with a bunch of stuck up, overrated British ass holes in order to try and gain a little bit of leverage. Honestly, I think Brandon is just trying to go the Brenton Cyrus route (AKA- join/take over a group, use them to capture World Titles, rinse, wash, repeat). But then again, who am I to criticize that plan…I mean, I did the same exact thing with Salvation. I tried to do the same exact thing with Rated Most Hated and Salvation: New Dawn. But see, I’ve decided that, since IWF has risen from the ashes upon the shoulders of Chuck and myself, that I would try a little something different.
This time, I am going to earn my first world title on my own. This time, I am going to take over IWF from the ground fucking up all by myself. But see, this brings me to the main event of the second ever Battle Grounds. A tag team match against Brandon and the rest of the RHG. See, I know that Brandon is going to be dragging the rest of his fog breathing jackasses down to the ring with him. I know that Lord Blackwing and his cronies are going to be waiting for me to fuck up just so they can pounce. And honestly…what the fuck kind of partner is Luke Sly? The kid might have a bright future…but the main event is no fucking place for someone to make their debut.
This is why I’ve enlisted the help of someone else
But, that is neither here nor there…a surprise for another day I suppose. Brandon, I have said it before and I will say it again. There were four…three men and one woman who were sitting first and foremost inline for a shot at the honor of becoming the first ever IWF World Champion. And where there were once four…there now stand only two…
Me and you
Battle Grounds II…the main event…I will make my statement. I will stake my claim as the greatest in the world at what I do. I will show the world that I am the man that will reign at the top of the heap and will be crowned as the first ever IWF World Champion. I will make a statement in the main event Brandon…and that statement…will be written in your bloodSo it is written
So it shall come to pass
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