Hopeless- Part Two

+Look before you leap Vince…+

Vincent Van Rose…this is a message directly to you. I hope that you can hear me…because I’m trying to remain as calm and speak as clearly as I possibly can so that way your retarded redneck ass can hear me. You really need to think about what you are fixin’ to do here son…you really need to look yourself in the mirror and ask yourself “do I have the testicular fortitude, the strength, the ability, and the drive to go toe to toe with the greatest wrestler on the face of the planet? Do I have the motivation and the confidence to try and take the IWF World Heavyweight Championship away from Corey Casey?”

I want you to ask yourself that very specific, very important question Vinnie m’boy…because if your answer is anything other than a 110% resolute “yes”…then I suggest that you shut the fuck up and fall back in line. If you have even the slightest qualm about stabbing the man who trained you and welcomed you into his home right directly in his back…then you should just quit now, apologize, and pray that I forgive you. Because if you are declaring war on me Vinnie…you had better be damn sure that a war is what you want…

You of all people should be smarter than this VVR. You of all people should look back at the things I’ve done…the titles I’ve won…the messages that I have sent to every single person who dared to stand in my way. You should look back on the numerous conversations we’ve had…on everything that I’ve taught you…and you should really think twice about challenging me at Fallout. Because if you step into the ring with me and try to take the only thing I care about in this world away from me…I won’t show mercy. I won’t look back on the 6 month friendship we’ve had and decide to take it easy on you Vince. If you try to take MY IWF World Heavyweight Title…I will fucking string you up from the rafters like I had you do to Brenton Cyrus.

When you get into the ring with me…it’s no quarter and no surrender…and you better damn well know that I won’t be taking any fucking prisoners.

Vincent Van Rose…I am offering you something that I have never offered to any person who has ever popped off at the mouth about me…I am offering you a chance to recant. I am offering you a chance to come to me at some point on Battle Grounds and tell me “I’m sorry Corey. I was out of line. I apologize for be fucking retarded and promise it will never happen again.” I would suggest that you find me this week Vince…and I would suggest that you utter that apology to me…because if you don’t, then I will fucking hunt you down and I will fucking destroy you.

There is an old saying…”you can’t kill what you didn’t create.” Well…isn’t that just lucky for me? Because I fucking made you into the superstar that you are today. Because you sat and learned from me…because you were my best friend and my right hand man, you benefitted and profited. Because of your association with me…you are in the spot that you now find yourself in today. Before you declare war on me Vinnie…I’d suggest looking around and asking yourself “can I maintain my big time status on the IWF Roster without the help of Corey Casey? Can I possibly get over with the millions of mindless fans and keep my spot near the top of the roster?”

Again…if your answer is anything less than a 110% dedicated “yes” then I would suggest shutting the fuck up, apologizing to me…and then getting the fuck back in line.

Even if you answer “yes” to any of the questions that I have told you to ask yourself…even if you think, for even a split second, that you could get over with the fans, maintain a main event spot, and take on the true main eventers of this business…you still need to accomplish one thing…

You need to beat me and win the IWF World Title

Ask Brandon Macdonald…ask Chuck Matthews…Jason Hawk…Shadow Demon…Death-Angel…Brenton Cyrus…Nick Ridicule…the list goes on and on…ask anyone, and they will tell you one thing over and over and over again…

Corey Casey is a completely different fucking animal when the lights shine their brightest

When big time matches roll around, I pull out all the stops. I put aside risks, I put aside my own physical, mental, and emotional well-being… I ignore pain…I turn into a completely and totally indestructible fucking tank. When the lights shine their brightest…Corey Casey comes with everything he’s got and more. I fucking break people…end careers…and, in some cases, end lives when the lights are shining bright Vince. That’s something that you should truly take into consideration before you decide to try and come for me and come for my title…

Because the second that you forget that fact…the second that you make a mistake…I will capitalize on it…and I won’t hesitate to end your fucking career and then string you up from the rafters like I did to Brenton Cyrus.

I eagerly await your answer Vince…

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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

Outside of a random apartment complex
Portland, Oregon
Monday, September 5th
2011

Rain keeps driving down on my head. I can feel it pounding away at my skull…if it was falling any harder it would rip right through the bone and begin to assault my brain.

I laugh softly, picturing my fucked up brain getting assaulted by rain drops the size of BB’s. Maybe if my brain got pounded by these lethal rain drops it would finally fix its self. Maybe if my brain got brutalized by mother nature I would finally be able to get some sleep and stop closing my eyes and seeing Jess’ face looking at me from the darkness…staring a hole through me…never breaking eye contact until her eyes finally fall out of her head and her face slowly melts off like ice cream left out in the sun…

The Lord
Stop being dramatic you wuss

The Lord…he was fucking loving each and every second of this. He loved that I hadn’t slept in what felt like days. He loved that I had gotten my ass handed to be by Johnny Styles last week on Battle Grounds. He fucking was eating this whole situation right up and asking for me. I couldn’t even believe that that sick fuck was even a part of me…maybe if my brain got pelted by these rain drops he would finally be washed from my brain once and for all…

The Lord
Not likely…now, can we get this failure of an idea over with so we can go do something more fun?

The idea…it wasn’t much of an idea, it was more of a last resort. A final plea for help before The Lord rose up and took over my body once and for all. I knew that I needed someone to help me fight him since Young Corey was apparently gone for good. I hadn’t seen or heard from him since The Lord tossed him out of the bar the night of From The Ashes. I don’t know what befell my young counter-part…I didn’t know if The Lord had killed him…murdered him…forced him to commit suicide? …I’m not sure what the proper term is here…or if he had finally just gotten so fed up with me ignoring him and abusing him that he had just up and left forever. Either way…

The Lord
Stop stalling, go get rejected, and then let’s move the fuck on!

The Lord’s voice cuts through the sound of the rain and the darkness of the night like a knife. His words seem to drive my legs to slowly bend and my body to walk forward on its own accord. The Lord was getting stronger and stronger each day…if he could move my legs and force me to walk, it was only a matter of time before he controlled all of my body and took over once more…

I slowly walk through the sheets of rain and through the front door of the large apartment complex. I find myself standing in the lobby of the large apartment complex. It kind of looked like a hotel lobby, except there was significantly less of an attempt made to make the lobby look like some sort of royal palace and more of an attempt to make the lobby look practical. Mail boxes lined one of the walls to the right of the door and a small desk with a man dressed in a security uniform to the left of the door. The man in the security uniform is casually sipping a coffee out of a thermos and he laughs suddenly at the small TV that must surely be sitting behind the desk. The security guard suddenly notices me and slowly gets up

Security guard
You lost buddy?

The Lord chuckles softly

The Lord
Depends on which one of us you ask…I’d say we were lost…

I quickly think to myself

“Shut up”

God, even the authority of my own thoughts seemed to slowly be melting away. Instead of sounding like I really meant for The Lord to shut up, it sounded like I was almost begging him…pleading him…to shut up. Things were degenerating rapidly and I knew that if something didn’t change soon I would lose myself completely before the end of the week…

Corey Casey
Is Doctor Krysten Durate here?

The security guard furrows his brow as he stares at me. Of course Krysten was here…it was 10 o’clock on a Monday night. The security guard knew she was here…I knew she was here…but I knew that the security guard wasn’t going to just let me in to go and see her. The security guard looks me up and down

The Lord
He’s eyeing us….attempting to size us up as a potential threat…

I quickly think to myself

“Gee, ya think?”

At least my sarcasm still sounded normal enough in my own head

Security guard
Is she expecting you? Because I don’t have any visitors listed for tonight…

Corey Casey
Then why the fuck did you ask if she was expecting me?

I speak without thinking and immediately feel the color drain from my face…no…not now….not when I was so close to finding some help. I quickly think to myself

“What the fuck was that?”

I feel my heart beat begin to steadily increase as adrenaline begins to slowly seep into my bloodstream. I could feel The Lord slowly starting to take control of my body…I hear The Lord whisper in my ear

The Lord
Yes…fear me…we must destroy this annoying rent a cop. He dares to pry into the business of The Lord? He must be dealt with…he must be removed from our path…

The security guard slowly reaches for the nightstick strapped to his waist as a look of suspicion appears on his face. I shakily take a deep breath in and try to force my hands to lift up in the international sign of surrender. I try to remain calm and sound reassuring, but I can hear the anger beginning to seep into my voice, like a man who is clearly about to lose his temper and fly off the deep end tries to assure a cop that everything is fine…

Corey Casey
I’m…sorry for that…outburst sir. Please…I must speak with…Dr…Duarte…

The security guard’s hand seems to move in slow motion as he wraps his fingers around the handle of the night stick. I begin whispering frantically to myself as my eyes lock onto the nightstick…

“Please don’t do anything stupid”
“Please don’t do anything stupid”
“Please don’t do anything stupid”

Security guard
I think you need to leave sir…

I grit my teeth as I feel The Lord assaulting me like the raindrops had minutes before. I could feel him trying to brow beat me into submission, attempting to overwhelm my mind with rapid bursts of adrenaline laced with pure hatred. I close my eyes briefly and, when I open them, there isn’t a security guard standing in front of me…instead, the only person I see standing in front of me is the man that I hate the most on this entire planet…the man who tried to end my career…the man whose body I wanted to drag through the streets of every single city in the US. When he speaks though, his voice sounds different…it sounds like…

Corey Casey
You’re not real…

Nick Ridicule frees the nightstick from its spot on the belt around his waist. Nick raises the nightstick up and points it at me

Nick Ridicule
You have 30 seconds to walk back out that door before I beat your ass and throw you out

I quickly think to myself

“Shit…you just did something stupid…”

I feel anger and adrenaline finally overwhelm me and I begin falling backwards, headed for another blackout. The last thing I remember before the darkness completely overtakes me is my body suddenly lunging forward and an unholy scream ripping forth from my throat…

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Hours later…

I groan as I slowly come to. My entire body hurt, especially my ribs and chest

Corey Casey
Ugh…

I slowly open my eyes and am surprised to find myself sitting in the same chair that the security guard had…

Corey Casey
Fuck

I quickly stand up as panic begins to well up inside of me. The security guard…he had to be somewhere…he had to be alright. I didn’t want to destroy him, I didn’t want to black out, but The Lord…The Lord had…

The Lord
The Lord had done exactly what you would’ve done a year ago. The Lord took care of the man who dared to defy you. The Lord made sure that you gained a bit of a respect from someone who dared to question you…

I get up and walk around the front of the desk. The panic begins to surge through me even stronger as I look at the dark stains on the rug in the middle of the lobby and immediately identify them as blood. I turn around and look down at the front of the desk…

Corey Casey
Holy fuck…

The guard is sitting slouched over, the entire front of his uniform stained with dark red pools of blood. His face is unrecognizable due to the large welts and bruises that were obviously inflicted with the nightstick. I shake my head as I look at the security guard’s head and neck…

Corey Casey
Why is his neck so straight…?

Before The Lord even responds it suddenly dawns on me and I feel my stomach tighten up into a knot

The Lord
Simple…I shoved that nightstick right down his fucking throat

I feel a sense of disgust mix with the panic and pulse through my veins. I couldn’t keep blacking out like this…I needed to control the sadistic monster that had begun to break free of his bonds. I couldn’t keep killing people…innocent people...people with families and kids…twins…

Jess’ face flashes in my mind and I suddenly see her slumped over in front of the security desk instead of the security guard. I have to stop myself from vomiting as I picture a nightstick shoved down her throat and her face being so swollen and unrecognizable…

The Lord
Think of it this way…if that were Jess sitting there, at least you’d know it. You wouldn’t have to guess if that was Jess because she’d still have a face…

I lean down and lift up the dead security guard. I couldn’t leave him out in the open like this, it was bad enough that there were bloodstains on the carpet…I couldn’t chance a police car cruising by the apartment complex and the cop seeing a dead security guard slumped over in front of the desk.

I quickly drag the body over to a wooden door across the lobby. Luckily it was kinda late at night and everyone had gone home or up to their apartments for the night. I open the door and sigh in relief as I see a mop bucket and jugs of cleaning agent.

“Thank god…”

I shove the dead body into the closet and quickly close the closet door

The Lord
Yeah…cause that’s inconspicuous…

I turn around quickly, anger burning brightly in my eyes

Corey Casey
You were the one who did this! You’re the one whose mess I have to clean up every single fucking time! And now you’re going to sit there and criticize how I clean up YOUR messes?

The Lord smirks as he flips me off. I sigh and just shake my head as I turn and walk over to the bank of elevators. I quickly reach into my pocket and produce a small, soggy, crumpled up notecard with an address scribbled on it. The ink on the paper had ran a bit because of the rain, but it was still legible. I bring the card up to my face and stare at the address

Corey Casey
I think…that’s a 4 maybe?

The Lord
Better hurry up…the dead guy in the closet is starting to smell

The Lord busts out laughing while I thumb the “up” arrow on the elevator. After waiting for a moment, the elevator doors let out a loud “ding” and the doors slide open. I walk into the elevator and press the “4” button. As the doors slide shut I whisper quietly to myself

Corey Casey
God I hope that she’s home…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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+The Match+
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+Familiar Territory+
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So…here we are again…Corey Casey teaming up with two people who hate him to fight Chuck and some other dude. Wow…it’s been awhile since we’ve all done this dance eh? I think the last time we had this fight it was Corey Casey and Nick Ridicule [vs.] Bad Company. A team of enemies vs. a team that is generally on the same page. Yeah VVR and Chuck are both retarded southerners…and Chuck, don’t even try to deny it man. We all know you’re from Knoxville…



Anyways, when Nick Ridicule and I teamed up…what happened? Oh, that’s right, we fucking took Bad Company on and pretty much destroyed motherfuckers! We fought the good fight and were able to achieve at least some semblance of a middle ground between the two of us. Brandon Macdonald and I can achieve the same thing.

I respect Brandon’s work ethic…and the fact that he tends to always push me to the edge. Brandon is fucking dangerous…especially given his new attitude. When you pair him up with Ashley “I can’t stay the fuck out of other people’s matches because I’m a nosy bitch” Matthews into the mix, you could say that he’s turning himself into the new Dick Ridicule…I mean Nick the Prick…I mean…

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JUST GROW A RED MOHAWK AND MAKE IT OFFICIAL!

Anyways, Brandon is a hard worker when the mood strikes him…which is more than can be said about the “Lazy ass Icon” Chuck Matthews. Chuck…seriously dude…what the fuck have you done here in IWF? Yes, you beat Frank Hart…cool story bro. You have one win…one…that’s fucking embarrassing dude. I mean, you are the king of just half assing the shit out of things and then proclaiming that it’s all just a plan. But this is the same tired material that I have been reciting over and over again for the last year and a half though isn’t it?

The real question I have for you Chuck is…when are you going to stop lying? And I don’t mean I want you to stop lying to the fans…I don’t want you to stop lying to the guys in the locker room…I want you to stop lying to yourself man. You really just need to come to terms with the fact that you aren’t the main eventer…you aren’t the main draw…you aren’t the guy that the fans are plopping down the big bucks to come see you stumble your way through a match anymore. Honestly Chuck…I don’t think you have what it takes anymore.

Wait…did I say “think?” I meant to say “know”

Let’s look at the evidence shall we? Since returning to the ring, Chuck has done exactly…uh…well he won at FTA…and then he…no…wait…

Yeah, that’s what I thought. Let’s see the self-proclaimed “smartest man in wrestling” try to back pedal his way out of yet another failure. And now, Chuck’s masterful plan has him going to war with another Nick Ridicule clone after Chuck fucked his ex-wife…for what reason we don’t know. I mean honestly, who the hell is still fucking Chuck Matthews? Besides, you know, corporate America…and IWF…and Rick Christian (he’s got to be the CEO of IWF for a reason right?)…and Alison Williams when she’s not flat on her back in the middle of a frat house somewhere…

Chuck, you really do need to get over yourself man…because honestly, things are getting kind of sad at this point. I mean “sad” like Death-Angel trying to speak English and not talk about the Syco or how pathetic and alone he is sad…I’m talking Jason Hawk trying to get a win in the summer of 2010 sad…I’m talking you after someone points and screams that you were the king of riding Brenton Cyrus’ coattails sad. You used to command the respect of an entire locker room, from the new guys all the way up to the corporate dick suckers. You used to be “Original Sin”….”The Sex Icon.” But now? Now you’re just a fucking shadow of what you once were…you are the single most overrated piece of monkey garbage on the roster…bar none (yes, I’m including Bryant Tanner in this one folks!). Chuck…I pray to god that Anna throws in the towel for you at Fallout. Not for your sake…not for her sake either…

Speaking of Anna, what the fuck is she doing bouncing up and down on Chuck’s pogo stick? Seriously…I mean, how do you go from fucking Brandon, a multiple time champion of everything, MMA fighter, pro-wrestler….to fucking…well…



Chuck…I’m going to do what I always do when you and I face off in the ring…I’m going to do what I always do whenever I’m in the ring…

I’m going to fucking hurt people…I am going to make motherfuckers bleed…I am going to seriously damage people and shorten lives

This is a message Brandon…either keep up or be left behind. I don’t give a fuck that you’re banging my future niece…I don’t’ give a fuck that Ashley just can’t seem to keep her hands off of MMA dropout losers like you and that red mohawked sack of shit…I don’t even give a fuck that I pinned you at FTA and won the IWF World Heavyweight Championship that I now so proudly take with me pretty much everywhere I go. I only care about securing this win Brandon…pure and simple. That’s the great thing about tagging with Brandon though…he’s got a drive to be the best. Brandon is the one guy on the roster that I know will fucking hurt people to get the win…in a way, Brandon and I aren’t so different…although he is currently banging the fucking scum of the Earth…the penniless prostitute Ashley Matthews. At least I know that Brandon and his little chew toy will do whatever it takes to win. So we’ve got that little factor going for us.

There’s no love lost between Brandon and i…and I think that’s the one thing I can count on…the fact that, as much as we don’t like each other…we hate our opponents a whole hell of a lot more…

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