Hopeless- Part One

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They said it couldn’t be done…that there was no fucking chance in hell that Corey Casey would be able to beat James Shark twice in two weeks…especially not when Brandon Macdonald was thrown into the mix. They told me that Brandon Macdonald was as fresh as ever and that he was pissed off and was coming for my head…they told me that Brandon was pissed about losing the IWF World Title to Ruben and that he was over his drug problem and was at the top of his game. They told me that James Shark was going to be a fucking monster…that Sharky blamed me of all people for the sudden kidnapping and ensuing torture of his wife…

…They also told me that I wouldn’t stand a chance if I fought the red mohawked douche…

…And we all know how that one ended…because he’s fucking unemployed and is probably selling his internal organs for more money to buy bandanas with while I am the IWF World Heavyweight Champion for the second time in my career...

I walked into From The Ashes a champion without a title…and I walked out with what was rightfully mine. MY IWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

And now here we are, less than two weeks removed from FTA…and Ted Anderson and Jackky Dane are back and telling me that they are coming for me? Really? I mean are we seriously going to let these two fucking losers back on TV? Chuck, I know you don’t normally give a shit about what people say or do on your network…but c’mon man…Ted Anderson and Jackky Dane? Wait…isn’t Jackky Dane supposed to be dead…like, several times over? Who does Jackky think he is…fucking Death-Angel? NO SELLING DEATH IS A GIMMICK INFRINGEMENT JACKKY, JUST STAY DEAD! Honestly dude…you should play a couple rounds of “drink whatever I find under the sink” because no one wants you fucking back in IWF.

Wait…who the hell resigned you? I mean, signing Jackky Dane to ANOTHER IWF contract is about as pointless as telling Alison Williams to close her fucking legs or trying to get Ashley Matthews to stop banging every overrated MMA d-bag she can get her hands on.

…ouch…too soon Ashers?

Anyways, Jackky…I don’t know what this “Road to Hell” business you have going on is, but if you’re fucking smart (and I know that you’re fucking retarded so I’m not quite sure why I’m wasting my breath here)…you will stay the fuck away from me. Don’t talk to me in the locker room. Don’t say hi to me backstage. Don’t fucking try and call me. Don’t fucking even look at me…because I honest to god will rip your fucking eye sockets out and shoved ‘em down your throat so you can watch me kick your ass. Jackky Dane…you think you’re going to send me down a “Road to Hell?” I got a better idea…how about you run as far down your own Road to Hell as you can get and stay the fuck away from me. Because I swear on all that I find holy…if you even breathe on me I will fucking eviscerate you on live television

Moving on

Ted “The Awesome Impact” Anderson! It’s been too long…or not long enough….wait…why the hell are you back? No…no wait…better question…

Who gives a shit?

Ted…what the fuck have you done with your career besides piss it away? I mean that in the most brutally honest of ways Ted…because I really haven’t seen or heard anything from you since you joined Bad Company…and then promptly got fired…

Ted Anderson: IWF’s resident ass kisser

Let’s be honest Ted…you only were allowed to bask in Bad Company’s glory because you kissed Chuck Matthews ass more than Alison Williams. Actually, you and Alison have a lot in common:

1.) You both are known for always being on your back
2.) You both still only have jobs because you’ve kissed Chuck’s ass
3.) You’re both sorry excuses for human beings

I mean really Ted…why don’t you just join Jackky Dane in a game of Russian Roulette…only, instead of there being only one bullet in the chamber, the gun should be completely loaded. I honestly don’t think I’d even bat an eyelash if either you or Jackky got fucking killed by a high speed train right in front of me. Then again, I’ve been told I have severe psychiatric issues so you kind of have to take that into account.

With that being said, I’d like to open up a poll. I’m going to put this shit on IWF.com and see what the fans and the guys in the locker room think about this one:

Question: Should Jackky Dane and Ted Anderson kill themselves?

I really am interested to see the results of this one gents. Because I have a sneaking suspicion that no one in their right mind would even give a shit if you both wrapped your lips around the exhaust pipe of an 18 wheeler while it was running. I know I sure as fuck don’t. In fact, I am encouraging you both to really just man up and end it all…because I’m sick of having to fucking beat both of you down like red headed step children.

Long story short: you touch me…I’ll break your fucking necks and feed your sorrow carcasses to my fucking dogs…

Got it?

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“Here I lie forever
Sorrow still remains
Will the water pull me down and wash it all away
Come and take me over
Welcome to the game
Will the current drag me down and carry me away
Suddenly the light begins to fade”

“Hopeless” ~ Breaking Benjamin

Knoxville, Tennessee
Sunday, August 28th
2011

Young Corey
This is a bad idea

I bring the double shot of Jack Daniels up to my lips and look around at the anticipatory faces of the large crowd gathered around me. VVR climbs drunkenly up onto a stool next to me and raises his own double shot glass full of whiskey

Vincent Van Rose
To Corey Casey! The NEW IWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMP!

The crowd cheers loudly as I hoist the title up in the air. The flashing lights reflex willy off of the title as I smile wickedly. I too raise my shot glass and shoot a mischievous smile at VVR

Corey Casey
And to Vincent Van Rose…the man who managed to win back the title he never truly lost!

VVR holds up the High Impact Title and returns my smile. I quickly cock my head back and throw down the double shot, involuntarily shivering as the warm Jack Daniels courses down my throat. I turn and lock my eyes on Young Corey, who is staring a fucking hole through me. I quickly think to myself

Relax you little bitch whats the worst that could happen?

I then turn my attention back to VVR and, in my best Jason Hawk impersonation, call out

Corey Casey
Oh Hai VVR! Championship High Five!

VVR nearly falls off his bar stool he’s laughing so hard. His hand shoots out at the last minute and he manages to catch himself on the edge of the bar

Vincent Van Rose
Holy shit Casey…if I wasn’t lookin’ I woulda sworn that that annoying Faroese prick was sayin’ that shit to me!

VVR lifts his High Impact Title and the two of us cheers our titles together. I begin laughing as I, too, fall back down to a seated position on my bar stool

Corey Casey
When you’ve known Jasonaslongasihave…

VVR shakes his head as he looks me up and down. I can feel myself slouching over and I immediately notice that my vision is beginning to get a little blurry

Vincent Van Rose
You’re drunk you sumbitch!

I shake my head and close my eyes. When I open my eyes my entire vision drastically shifts first to the right and then to the left and then back again before correcting its self

Young Corey
That’s the sign that it’s time to go…

I turn and sneer at Young Corey but before I can say anything, The Lord grabs Young Corey by the collar and begins to hustle him through the crowded bar

The Lord
This is a 21 and over bar…which means it’s time for you to go

Young Corey screams something at me but The Lord hustles him away before his words can reach my ears. I turn back and look at VVR and smile widely as I sling the IWF World Heavyweight Title over my right shoulder

Corey Casey
I’masdrunkasamotherfucker!

VVR laughs as he chugs the rest of his beer and then positions the High Impact Title over his shoulder

Vincent Van Rose
Yup! Ithinkthatonejustaboutdiditformetoo!

VVR and I both laugh. I spin around on the bar stool and scan the jam packed dance floor. I nod my head, whether it was to the beat or whether it was just because I was so wasted I could barely pronounce English I couldn’t tell at this point. I was feeling pretty good and damnit I deserved to be feeling pretty good! I had just beaten down two of the top superstars IWF had to offer…I had managed to secure 2/3rds of the power in my own company, and my best friend and I held two of the three singles titles in all of IWF

Life was pretty fucking sweet as far as I was concerned

Vincent Van Rose
HeyCasey…checkthatchickout!

I snap back into the moment and turn and look at VVR who is pointing excitedly across the dance floor. I follow his gaze and see a woman dancing out on the dance floor. She is flanked by one or two of her friends and is wearing…

Corey Casey
Wait…

I lean forward a bit and narrow my eyes as I blatantly stare at the girl on the dance floor. She had long flowing blonde hair, fair skin, small tits and a tight ass. I watch as the woman dips down low and slowly picks herself back up, jutting her ass out slightly as a smile spreads across her face. I shake my head and rub my eyes as I try to think about what the hell was going on

The Lord
What’s wrong? She too hot for you?

I feel my mind trying to fight through the massive haze that the alcohol was wrapping around my brain. I quickly think to myself

That's Jess…

The Lord laughs at me and I nod in the direction of the dance floor and think to myself

“Look and see!”

The Lord rolls his eyes and turns and faces the dance floor. After a moment of searching his gaze narrows and I can feel his anger searing my veins as rage builds up inside of us.

The Lord
Matthews…

I turn and look at VVR, who has a ghost of a smirk on his face. What the hell was he smirking at anyways? Whatever, it didn’t matter

Corey Casey
Isn’tthhatJess?!

VVR shrugs and hands me another shot filled with whiskey. He raises his own shot glass before throwing the shot back. I quickly follow suit before setting the shot glass down on the bar. VVR stands up and his smirk widens

Vincent Van Rose
Onlyonewaytofindout!!!!

I quickly climb to my feet, using the bar stool to steady myself. I shake my head a few times and roll my shoulders in an attempt to get my mind right. I can’t though….all I can think about is Jess. How perfect is it that she is here, in Knoxville, on the night of my greatest triumph. I couldn’t wait to tell her that I had won the IWF World Title and that VVR had won the High Impact Title and that now I could take things easy because I owned 2/3rds of IWF and I was giving a third of my powers to her…that was the biggest thing though, the fact that I was planning on giving my new ownership powers to Jess. I wanted to show her that I could make sacrifices…that I wanted her to be a major part of my life…

I sling the IWF World heavyweight Championship over my shoulder, take a deep breath, and follow VVR out onto the mass of humanity that was currently packing the dance floor…

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Knoxville, Tennessee
Monday, August 29th
2011

I feel myself spinning, falling backwards as I slowly drift downwards into a deep dark oblivion.

“I feel like shit”

I hear The Lord’s cold, familiar laughter echo from all around me

The Lord
Well, you drank enough last night to kill a full grown horse…you should feel like shit

I groan and roll over onto my back. I concentrate on the sound of my own breathing, focusing on the sound my lungs make as I slowly draw my next breath. I reach up and massage my forehead slightly as I try to stop my vision from spinning

The Lord
Isn’t going to work…

I suddenly feel the remnants of last night’s dinner beginning to work their way up from the pits of my stomach. I immediately leap out of bed and book it to the bathroom door. I don’t even stop to realize that there are a number of female clothes scattered throughout my room or that there is another form lying in my bed. With last night’s dinner about to make a reappearance, I know I need to get the fuck to the bathroom right now.

I burst through the bathroom door and run over to the toilet. I immediately fall to my knees, flip the seat up, and unleash hell. I can sense The Lord standing behind me and I can hear his darkly amused voice speak in between mouthfuls of vomit

The Lord
All praise the porcelain goddess…

After a solid ten minutes of projectile vomiting, I slowly manage to pull myself up to my feet. I walk over to the sink and shakily steady myself on the bathroom sink. I don’ look up at my reflection, instead, I simply keep my eyes closed and try to take deep breaths in and out.

The Lord
Woah…what the fuck happened to you…

I begin to turn and snarl at The Lord but the second my eyes open I catch sight of myself in the mirror

Corey Casey
What the fuck…

I am covered head to toe in blood. It is smeared across my chest, it stains my arms, and is rubbed deep into my hair. There is a single bloody hand print on my right cheek and another partial bloody hand print on my left cheek. I lean forward and notice deep scratches and claw marks on my forearms and across my chest. There is a small scratch under my right eye as well. I take a few steps backwards as my heart begins racing

Corey Casey
What the…

I suddenly see a face staring back at me from the mirror as a memory begins to flood through my brain.

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I’m back in the bar again. I have the IWF World Title slung over my right shoulder. I look around and see a mass of humanity, all of them don’t have faces…they don’t have names. It doesn’t matter if I tap someone on the shoulder and call them Ishmael or if I call them Bob. No one can fucking hear anyways, the music is bumping way too loud for regular human interaction.

People are looking at me and I feel a smile spread across my face. Good, I like being the center of attention. Everyone has clearly noticed that the new IWF Champ is in their midst…

All of a sudden I find myself face to face with someone who looks incredibly familiar. She catches my eye and smiles as she slowly walks towards me. I feel my heart racing and I roll my shoulders a bit. I don’t know why I’m so nervous; I’ve danced with my fiancé thousands of times. I suddenly feel someone tapping me on the shoulder.

I tell them to go die

VVR hands me something

I drink it

I go to thank VVR but he’s gone again, probably off chasing after some blonde girl of his own

I suddenly taste whiskey and gag a little. I think I might’ve had too much to drink

I tell myself to stop being such a pussy

And before I know it, Jess’ arms are around me and the two of us are dancing. I let her wear the IWF title around her waist. I can’ stop staring at how sexy she looks now that she’s not pregnant anymore. Her hips and her stomach and her body look like she isn’t a day older than 23. I tell her this, she laughs and grabs my cock. It’s my turn to laugh now.

The two of us are suddenly in each other’s arms, passionately kissing. I love my fiancé so much it hurts. The Lord whispers something in my ear. I ignore him. Jess has her hands down my pants and is gripping me not tight enough to hurt me but just enough to let me know she’s there and that she wants more. I tell her I have a hotel room nearby.

Jess says “let’s go”

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I feel the cool porcelain of the bathtub brush up against my calf muscles. I quickly turn around and turn on the bath water. I cup my hands together and catch the running water in my palms and splash my face several times.

“This can’t be real…this can’t be real…come on Corey wake up…WAKE UP…WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!”

I hear The Lord’s voice whisper in my ear, soft and deadly

The Lord
This isn’t a nightmare…you finally did what I wanted you to do…

I feel a tightness in my chest as an icy cold hand wraps it’s long ensnaring fingers around my heart…and, for the first time in a long, long time…I felt pure unadulterated fear run through my veins. My blood pressure skyrockets as I try to keep myself from panicking…

Corey Casey
No…NO!!

I quickly jump to my feet, water still running down my chest in a bloody stream, causing me to bleed someone else’s blood all over the hotel room floor. I run out of the bathroom and begin screaming at the top of my lungs

Corey Casey
JESS! JESS! WAKE UP!!!!! JESS!!!!!

I run across the hotel room and leap into bed, my eyes blurring as the water I had splashed on my face mixes with the blood that was caked onto my face

The Lord
You killed her, you killed her

The Lord’s sing-song voice is filled with utter elation as I crawl across the bed and reach out to touch the slender form of Jess as she lies perfectly still in bed. The instant my fingertips brush against her skin, I can feel her skin is as cold as ice. I wrap both hands around her left arm and turn her over…and am met with a grisly sight…

The Lord
You’re a fucking animal…

Where Jess’ once beautiful and love filled eyes once where are now two empty sockets. The skin on her face has been completely peeled away and is hanging by a thread like some sort of discarded rubber Halloween mask. There are large chunks taken out of her scalp and the bed is stained with blood. There is a massive hole in her chest where her right breast used to be and I can see that her heart has dozens of small needles jammed into it. Her stomach lies completely open, like a jacket that has been unzipped, and I can see her spine.

I feel a soul crushing sorrow overtake me and I tilt my head back and let out a scream of pure sorrow…the likes of which I have never felt before. Joy…happiness…hope…everything that is good and right in the world is sucked out of me in that moment and replaced with grief and sorrow. I don’t know what I yell, if I yelled something to someone or if I even screamed something in coherent English. Before I black out due to oxygen deprivation, I hear The Lord whisper again in my ear

The Lord
You’re a fucking animal…


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Johnny Styles…the man that I brought back to life…the man that I took from the fucking arm pit indies and brought back into the spotlight. SBK…the man that I searched for and finally found wrestling some fucking no name townie in a goddamn Legion Hall. I gave “The Strike Back Kid” a second chance…I gave SBK a chance for redemption…I gave Johnny Styles a chance to right the wrongs that caused him to fall from grace and lose everything he fucking cared about in NLWF…

And what do you do Johnny? You fucking choke

I mean, I guess this shouldn’t be a surprise now should it? You’re SBK…”The Anti-Christ of Salvation”…the guy who tried to bring down Salvation in NLWF. I mean…your name is just synonymous with failure isn’t it? You try to bring down Salvation…and Cyrus nearly kicks your fucking head off and crucifies you. Years later I bring you back into the professional wrestling world and basically hand you Shadow Demon’s head on a fucking silver platter and what do you do? You get your ass kicked from pillar to post and fucking fail AGAIN!

You really need a new nickname Johnny…because the last time you “Struck Back” at anything was when the waitress at the Country Kitchen Buffet asked if you had managed to sneak out of the old folks home again.

Seriously Johnny…just fucking give it up already man. There is nothing more pathetic than a fucking old washed up has been trying to contend with the young guns. Johnny…this isn’t some fucking “Legends of the Past” wrestling convention…IWF isn’t some fucking home to all the washed up fucking fogeys of an era long past. IWF is the present and the future of professional wrestling…we don’t fucking have room for ancient fossils that can’t even complete a simple fucking task any more.

In fact, I think the IWF Roster needs to be trimmed a little bit…and I think that the man who owns 2/3rds of IWF as well as the IWF World Heavyweight Championship is just the man to do that trimming…

Tune in next week folks…Battle Grounds is going to turn into the Corey Casey Show. I am single handedly going to systematically go through the entire fucking roster and do what should’ve been done a long fucking time ago…

I’m going to take out the fucking trash

Johnny Styles….you’re at the top of my list man. You fucking think that you can just turn your back on everything that I’ve given you and I would be cool with that? You think that i would just let your big loss to Shadow Demon slide because I won the IWF Title and VVR won the High Impact title? Because if you thought that then you really ARE fucking senile.

I am going to fucking end you this week Johnny…I am going to show you just why it is that I am the IWF World Champ…and I am going to make sure that I send a fucking message that will resonate through your fucking empty and pathetic skull once and for all…

Your career died with NLWF

So it is written
So it shall come to pass
Quoth The Lord
BURN IN HELL!