Coming Home- part1

“I'm coming home. Coming home.
Boston's own, you know I'm coming home.
I'm off the road, all these flights I've flown.
Every city in the world, all across the globe.
So please don't miss me when I'm gone.
I'll be back before you know it, won't be too long.
So, it's nothing wrong, it's nothing wrong.
Put your hands up 'cause I'm coming home.”

~Sam Adams- “Comin’ Home [Remix]”

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Location:
The Village of Potala,
Rukum Province,
Nepal

Date:
Sunday, October 2nd, 2011

I bow my head deeply

Corey Casey
Thank you

I lift my gaze and see the Himalayan Mountains looming all around. The bitter wind that is whipping down the mountainside bites deep into my flesh, chilling me to my very core. I shake my head as I look at the woman standing before me, her arm outstretched before her as she pointed high up into the mountain range

“She can’t weigh more than 90 pounds soaking wet with all her clothes on. How the hell has she survived all this time living here?”

Then again, how the hell had I survived all this time out here…

The Lord
Because of me you jackass. Now can we go the fuck home, I’m freezing my nips off out here!

I ignore The Lord. After Fallout…after my mental break, I had somehow made it to the airport, still covered in blood and wearing my wrestling gear. I don’t know why, but I knew I just needed to escape the country. I needed to go somewhere far away from IWF, from the familiar nightmares that dogged me every single time I went into Boston…I needed to go someplace where there were people who could help me get rid of The Lord once and for all…

The Lord
You will NEVER be rid of me! I AM YOU!

When I had tried to buy a plane ticket, the woman behind the counter had looked at me with a mortified expression on her face. Then again, who could really blame her right? I had broken out of an ambulance and ran to the airport, still covered in blood and with my wounds still wide open. I had blacked out from sheer exhaustion right then and there…and then…I had caught my first lucky break…

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LaGuardia International Airport
New York
Sunday, September 25th
2011

Darkness swam all around me, I could feel my breathing become more shallow. I felt my head throbbing as pain sank deep into my body. Pure, agonizing, horrible pain…

The Lord
I WILL RETURN! I HAVE SAVED US! ME! YOU INGRATE! I WILL HAUNT YOU UNTIL THE DAY THAT YOU DIE!

I had lost…I had to give in…I was going to die, right here…in the middle of an international air port in New York. Suddenly, I heard a calm, friendly sounding voice pierce through the darkness

???
Excuse ma’am, my half-brother here desperately needs medical attention

Half-brother? It didn’t matter who this guy was…he was too late. The Lord had won. My career was over. Jess was gone and never coming back. My kids would suffer the horrible fate of growing up without a father…all was lost. I open my eyes and find myself staring at a bald Indian looking man. Glasses sat upon the bridge of his nose and his brown eyes seemed to radiate concern. My last conscious thought before passing out was to laugh at the ridiculous image in front of my

Corey Casey
Buddha?

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Pathway to the Inner Soul Monastery
The Bronx. New York City
Monday, September 26th
2011

???
I know you can hear me…

I began to fight through the haze of darkness that threatened to choke the life out of me. I try to lean up but a sharp pain shoots through my chest…like someone had just stabbed me with a knife right in the guts

Corey Casey
Fuck…

I feel a cool hand on my stomach applying the slightest bit of pressure as the voice speaks out once again

???
No, no…you must stay laying down. You are too weak. Your wounds are healing but there is still much work to be done

I slowly manage to open my eyes and take in my surroundings. I was lying on a small wooden table surrounded by pillows and silken blankets. The light filtered in through a small cracked window on the far side of the medium sized room. I slowly look to my left and see the same man I had seen before I had passed out at the airport…

Corey Casey
Who...who are you? Where am I? You didn’t steal my bodily organs did you?

The man chuckles softly as he turns his back on me and walks over to where a tea kettle is hanging over an open fire place

Ong Tau
No my friend, I did not steal your bodily organs. My name is Ong Tau and I am a monk in the Buddhist order of the Pathway to the Inner Soul. As for where you are, I regret to say, Mr. Casey, that you are in the worse place a man from Boston could possibly be…

I small smile appears on my face

Corey Casey
The Bronx?

Ong Tau laughs as he takes the tea kettle from the fire and walks over to a small tray that is sitting on a stool by the fireplace. On the tray sits two tea cups and a small pot of what I could only assume was sugar.

Ong Tau
Indeed

I wanted to ask the man more questions; how had he saved me? WHY had he saved me? What had the cops think when they arrived [or at least I assumed they had been called]? But my lungs suddenly fill with a strange, calming scent. I feel myself breathe deeply and exhale slowly, enjoying the calming feeling the smell carried with it. my mind stops racing and I feel myself slip tranquilly back into the pile of pillows, my eyes slowly shutting until they are only half open

Corey Casey
What…what is that smell?

Ong Tau takes the tray and brings it over to where I lay on the table. I pushed over and make some room as Ong Tau sets the loaded tray down beside me

Ong Tau
Ah, that smell is the rare scent of a rare type of Jasmine leaves that only grow on the mountain where our order’s main ashram is located

Corey Casey
It smells…calming…

Ong Tau smiles knowingly as he pours both he and I a cup of tea

Ong Tau
They say that the smell of this Jasmine, when burned properly, can call the raging demons that dwell within us all…

My eyes suddenly shoot open as I feel my heart skip a beat. I go to sit up again and fight through the pain that is so intense that I feel myself becoming a bit nauseous

Ong Tau
Mr. Casey, you must lay down. Yes, I know about the one you call “The Lord…”

I stare at Ong Tau intensely, trying to see past the man’s warm and friendly face. Was he even real? Was this another hallucination? Was this place entirely made up within the confines of my own mind?

Ong Tau
You were screaming about The Lord and beginning him over and over again to release his hold on your mind while you slept. I know that he haunts your dreams and that you can not go a day without seeing him or hearing his voice haunt you every waking moment

Ong Tau reaches out and takes one of the tea cups. He brings it to his lips and takes a small sip. After ingesting some of the tea, Ong Tau slowly sets the tea cup down and his knowing smile widens somewhat as he looks at me

Ong Tau
I also know how you can make him disappear once and for all…

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Location:
The Village of Potala,
Rukum Province,
Nepal

Date:
Sunday, October 2nd, 2011

The frail woman nods her head in return and turns and walks away, back down the path that would lead her down the mountain side and back to her village. I breathe the cold, Himalayan Mountain air as I turn and begin to walk up the treacherous, stone laden path

The Lord
Bitch was fucking hideous

I ignore The Lord and, while walking, I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out a small vial

The Lord
Oh dear god not this shit again…

The vial contained some of the rare Jasmine that I had first smelt at the monastery in The Bronx. Whenever The Lord began to appear, I would simply take the vial from its padded pocket over my heart and breathe in the aroma. A temporary solution that I hoped would become more permanent soon…

Ong Tau had told me about an ancient healing ritual that the masters of his order were known to perform on those who suffered from paranoid schizophrenia like I did. But, in order to contact his masters or have this ritual performed for me, I needed to travel here, to Nepal, and go to the temple and see the masters myself.

I continue walking on the stone path, bringing the vial to my nose every so often to inhale the fading scent of the Jasmine. I look up at the fog covered mountain before me and wonder how much longer I had to travel. Suddenly, the fog clears and I find myself standing in front of a massive peak.



In front of me, what seemed like endless stone stairs were carved directly into the mountainside. At the top of the stairs stood a massive, radiant building that I knew in my heart could only be the Pathway to the Inner Soul’s Ashram. As I breathe the Jasmine in deeply, I hear The Lord’s voice being carried off by the Jasmine laced wind

The Lord
That’s a shit load of stairs…

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Location: Pathway to the Inner Soul Ashram
Rukum Province,
Nepal

Date:
Tuesday, November 29th
2011

I breathe deeply through my nose, feeling the air flow rhythmically into my lungs, dancing inside of them before flooding out through my mouth. I breathe in once more, enjoying the calm, content feeling that accompanied meditation. I don’t even flinch when I hear the door open, nor do I need to open my eyes to know who had just entered the meditation chambers

Corey Casey
Master

I hear Master Bak’s soft chuckle as I perform another cycle of deep breathing before slowly opening my eyes

Master Bak
Your senses are almost better than mine my young friend

I shake my head “no.” Master Bak had been the leader of the Pathway to the Inner Soul Ashram for as long as anyone could remember. And I say “as long as anyone could remember” because every single monk and person I came into contact with had echoed the same line. Despite his frail body, Master Bak was deceptively strong and was as full of life and fire as I was. He could compete and best any of the brothers in any competition. Hell, he had even beaten me a number of times when we tried to see who could split and carry the most firewood.

Corey Casey
Master Bak, we both know that isn’t true

Master Bak chuckles once more as he walks over to a large meditation pillow beside me and sits down

Master Bak
My friend, we must talk. It has been two months since we have performed the healing ritual upon you. Correct?

I nod my head

Corey Casey
Correct

Master Bak
How is your mind? Does the demon you call “The Lord” still haunt your steps?

I close my eyes and try to think of a single instance where I had seen The Lord, or heard his voice, or blacked out for a long enough time period where he could’ve taken over my body. After a few moments of silence, I open my eyes

Corey Casey
No Master Bak. The Lord plagues me no more. I have found solace in the stillness and the calming embrace of this temple

I look at Master Bak, trying to figure out what the old man would say next. I knew it was impossible to try to guess the old man’s motives or even attempt to figure out what he would say next. As good as I was at reading people, Master Bak was called “master” for a reason

Master Bak
My friend…you often speak of one called “Jess” as well as two children, during your meditations…

I feel guilt and longing and sorrow race through my body as my heart beats faster. I resist the urge to reach down and pull on the small, silver chain that hangs around my neck

Corey Casey
I…I do. Jess is my wife…well, was going to be my wife…

I can’t help it. I reach down and clutch the chain under my shirt. I feel my fingers wrap around the ring that I knew hung from the chain.

Master Bak
What is that which hangs around your neck?

I reach down my shirt and produce the silver, diamond studded ring that I wore on a silver necklace. I feel my heart fill with sorrow, longing, and regret as I look down at the ring and think of the look on Jess’ face the day I knelt down in the ashes of my old life and asked her to marry me…

Corey Casey
Before I came here…when The Lord drove Jess to leave me…Jess gave me her engagement ring. She told me that she didn’t know what kind of a person I had become and that she hated the man I had turned into…the man that The Lord had turned me into…

I feel a small amount of hatred boil up inside of me but I quickly resist it. it made no sense to hate something that wasn’t real…something that was no longer a part of the person I was today…something that finally was banished from inside of me for all time…

Master Bak
I think it’s time you returned home, my friend

I lift my gaze and look up into the warm, kind, smiling face of Master Bak before me

Corey Casey
But….but there is still so much for me to do. I have yet to earn my prayer medallion and I have yet to attain inner peace…

Master Bak chuckles as he rolls his eyes

Master Bak
Prayer medallion? Come now my friend, surely you don’t want to sit here in this temple for the next 30 years all in the hopes of attaining a set of beads. As for nirvana, you can meditate anywhere in the world. The great and noble Buddha himself attained Nirvana while sitting under a fig tree after wandering the world for 40 years! He wasn’t secluded in a temple…

I can’t help but smile. I knew, in my heart of hearts, that it was time to go home…

Master Bak
Besides, I sense in you that there is much you wish to accomplish. Familial ties and relationships you wish to mend. I can sense, also, that there is much ambition still burning inside of you, my friend

I slowly stand up, feeling my stomach begin to do flips in anticipation…it was time…

Corey Casey
As always, Master Bak, you are correct

Master Bak laughs as he slowly draws himself up to a vertical basis

Master Bak
Then go my young friend, go forth and fulfill your destiny…

TO BE CONTINUED…




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Dark Archangel
Rick Christian

Take a look around

Specifically, why don’t you go ahead and take a look at the card for Rising Monarchy:

IWF World Heavyweight Championship
Brandon Macdonald’s Career on the Line
Brandon Macdonald [vs] Stygian


No Disqualifications
Corey Casey [vs] Dark Archangel


High Impact Championship
Falls Count Anywhere
Ruben Ricardo Leon [vs] James Shark [vs] Robbie Hart [vs] Rosalie Knight

2 of the 3 title matches at Rising Monarchy involve Upper Limit members. The Main event, Co-main event, AND headlining matches? All filled to the brim with Upper Limit members. The IWF World Heavyweight Championship, half the tag team titles, and, after Rising Monarchy, the High Impact Title…ALL EITHER HELD OR WILL BE HELD BY UPPER LIMIT MEMBERS!

And as if that wasn’t enough ladies and gents, Corey Casey gets to beat down on yet ANOTHER one of Rick Christian’s little lackeys

Rising Monarchy is going to be the greatest night in Upper Limit’s short lived history. Meanwhile, Rising Monarchy is going to be the longest night of Rick Christian’s entire life as he watches as my friends in Upper Limit beat down on the competition and take the titles out of the clutches of the riffraff and glorified mid-carders. Hey Rick…tell me how that one goes for ya!

Anyways, on to the guy who seems to think that he is 8 feet tall and well over 800 pounds. No ladies and gentlemen, I’m not talking about the REAL DA, the one and only Death-Angel. I’m talking about the seemingly identity confused Dark Archangel. AKA- the artist formerly known as Steel Angel. Mini-DA…let me ask you a question man…are you a masochist? I mean, it’s cool if you are and everything but I figured I should ask since it’s kind of important that I know before our match. Why am I asking? Because uh…well…you’ve been beaten by Brandon Macdonald…you’ve been beaten by Ruben Ricardo Leon…and now you’re sitting there and running your mouth about stalking my family, stalking my wife and children? Do you have a fucking death wish? Do you like getting your ass kicked? It’s bad enough that pretty much every single member has, at one point in time or another, managed to fucking beat you like a red headed step child…now you want to come at Corey Casey? You want to drag my fucking family into this?

Buddy, I don’t care how much Rick Christian is offering you to set aside sanity and fuck with me…I can guarantee you that it won’t be anywhere near enough to pay for the hospital bills you are going to incur should you decide to carry out Rick’s retarded little plan. I’m going to give you the chance to just turn and walk away Mini-DA. I’m going to ignore the shit you’ve been talking, I’m going to ignore the attempted mind games you’ve been trying to play with me, and I’m going to, out of the goodness of my heart, offer you a chance to just throw in the towel and not show up to Rising Monarchy. I’m going to give you the chance to tell Rick Christian to fuck himself and just walk away from this whole situation. Because I GUARANTEE that if you keep walkin’ down the path that Rick Christian has laid before you…it ain’t gonna end well.

You know how I know? Because I have been there man. I have seen the money, I have heard the slogans and I have tried to fuck with people that ought not to be fucked with. It didn’t end well for me and it won’t end well for you.

So Mini-DA, this is your chance to get out of my line of fire. I don’t have a problem with you…yet. My issue is with Rick Christian and the IWF Board of Directors. So, essentially Mini-DA, this is what I’m saying to you right now…

Move

Or

Get run the fuck over

Because vengeance will be mine
And I will repay it in spades