Rise of a Saint-Pt. 4

“…and it shall be after the unknowing tool commits his first step towards preparing The Saint’s glorious return that The Betrayer shall show his face. The Betrayer shall come from within The Saint’s flock and shall act as though he believes in the cause. The Betrayer shall be the voice who proclaims that he yearns more than any other member of the flock to see The Saint return to his former seat of power. But The Betrayer shall proclaim his loyalty in one instant, and then work to stop The Saint’s rise to power in the next.”

~The Book of the Saint

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Winnipeg James Armstrong Richardson International Airport
Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
Sunday, March 25th
2012

I climb out of the back of the cab, shivering as the wind whips by me. I happen to catch a glimpse of the cab driver’s smirk as he watches me lean into the cab and grab my bags

Cabbie
Cold eh?

I could tell that the cabbie was just being a prick, having fun at the American’s expense. I shrug my shoulders as I sling my duffel bag over my shoulder

Corey Casey
I’m from Boston…I’ve definitely been through worse

The cabbie laughs as I shut the door and turn and walk through the automatic doors of the Winnipeg James Armstrong Richardson International Airport. As soon as I am inside, I allow myself to shiver

Corey Casey
Fucking Canada…

I reach into my pocket and pull out my cell phone. I unlock the screen and key in my password before pulling up the text message I had received earlier in the day

To: Corey Casey
From: Trinity Rollins

“Winnipeg James Armstrong Richardson International Airport. 9:45pm direct flight to Chicago, Illinois. Jet Blue, gate 130”

I sigh as I walk over to the ticket counter and wait in line. I was exhausted from the show last night and the last thing I wanted to do was deal with the Rollins Sisters and their special brand of insanity. I had gone all week without hearing from either Kate or Trinity Rollins, which lead me to believe that maybe they had finished with me and didn’t really know how Chuck had died…

I smirk as I shake my head. Who was I kidding? There was no way they DIDN’T know. The Rollins sisters were clearly working for someone high up in The Insurgency’s ranks…someone who was clearly very well connected if he wanted me to pull off some sort of job in an airport of all places. Besides, I part of me wanted to do the job…if only because that same part of me wanted to know what had befallen Chuck. I wanted to know how the man I had grown to consider a friend had died without there being so much as a single clue. I wanted to know how the beloved brother of my fiancé died, if only so I could tell Jess and help her gain a bit of closure. There was no denying it…I needed to do this job for the Rollins Sisters’ current employer because I needed answers…

I suddenly feel a surprised look appear on my features. If I was just now coming to this conclusion…then the guy who was pulling the Rollins Sisters’ strings must’ve known that I would come to this conclusion eventually. He must’ve known that I would do whatever it took to get answers…

Another shiver races up my spine, but this time, it wasn’t because of the cold…

The line moves quickly and I managed to obtain my ticket. After getting my ticket I grab my bags and head up the escalators and through the security check point. Once through the security check point I quickly navigate my way down the terminal until I find myself standing in front of gate 130. Before I can even fully survey the mass of people who were already sitting around waiting for the flight, I hear a familiar voice in my hear

???
Heard you called me a bitch…what’d I ever do to you?

I don’t even flinch as I recognize the somewhat familiar lilt to the voice that sounded somewhat like Trinity Rollins’ voice but with a somewhat different tone

Corey Casey
Hello Kate

Kate Rollins laughs as she drapes her arms around me. To the casual observer we were two long lost friends reuniting, maybe even lovers who hadn’t seen each other in awhile. But if anyone knew me and knew who Kate Rollins was, they would see something completely different. I look down into Kate Rollins’ eyes as a small smile slowly spreads across her face. She reaches down and loops her arm through mine and begins to pull me down the terminal

Kate Rollins
Come on darling, we should go and see if my sister has arrived

I contemplate throwing Kate Rollins off of me, grabbing her by the throat and trying to squeeze the answers out of her before TSA Security could arrive and haul me off to whatever the hell Canadians called federal prison. I shake my head and slowly begin walking alongside Kate Rollins…that was something The Lord would’ve done…something the old Corey Casey would’ve done…the new me wanted to get as much out of this parasitic relationship as possible before cutting the Rollins Sisters’ and their new employer off and taking on the investigation of Chuck’s death by myself.

Corey Casey
So…what does your new employer want me to do?

Kate Rollins laughs as she flashes me a quick smile

Kate Rollins
You’re going to be doing something that is going to be splashed all over the headlines my love. You’re going to be doing both your old friends as well as Trinity and I a big favor. Technically you’re also going to be doing the world a favor but I’m not quite sure they’ll realize what you’ve done for them until later on…

Kate Rollins and I walk arm in arm down the terminal until I spot a woman with blue and black hair sitting in front of a McDonald’s kiosk. I instantly recognize the woman, despite the fact that she was wearing reading glasses and was dressed in a business suit with her blue and black hair knotted tightly in a bun. I feel Kate Rollins begin to pull me over towards the McDonald’s kiosk

Kate Rollins
Doesn’t Trinity look snazzy?

I roll my eyes

Corey Casey
I don’t get who she is trying to fool…the blue and black hair dye and the hole in her lip where the lip ring goes are a dead giveaway

A bemused smile appears on Kate Rollins’ face as we get closer to the table

Kate Rollins
I’m not sure whether I should be impressed with your powers of observation or if I should be saddened by your pathetic attempt to be macho

As Kate Rollins and I reach the table, Trinity Rollins looks up from the news paper that she had been reading and flashes me a smile

Trinity Rollins
Happy to see me again, Casey?

I reach down and pull out a chair

Corey Casey
Thrilled as always, Trinity

Kate Rollins and I sit down at the same table as Trinity Rollins. After a moment of awkward silence, I finally sigh and glance at my watch before turning my gaze to Trinity and Kate

Corey Casey
So I’m going to miss my flight if we don’t cut to the chase here…

Trinity Rollins suddenly reaches down and grabs her purse, which had been hanging on the chair back behind her. Trinity Rollins unzips the purse and begins to rummage around inside, clearly searching for something

Corey Casey
That’s quite the purse there, Trinity. Funny, I didn’t think rocker girls trying, rather poorly I might add, to pass off as business woman, carried purses with small skulls for clasps

Kate Rollins stifles a chuckle as Trinity looks up from her purse just long enough to shoot me a death glare. After a moment or two more of searching, Trinity Rollins finally pulls out her cell phone, a set of keys and a pair of black sneakers. Trinity Rollins then smirks as she slides the purse across the table to me

Trinity Rollins
I was only thinking of you darling. I figured that since you’re going to be the one carrying the men’s European Carry-All, I’d do you a favor and try to pick something that at least looked the tiniest bit manly

I raise one eyebrow as I smile, clearly bemused

Corey Casey
Excuse me? I’m the one who is going to be carrying this purse?

Kate Rollins
That’s right…and don’t worry about looking inside of it or anything. I guarantee that if you get caught with this thing and someone looks inside of it once Trinity seals it up…well…

Kate Rollins smiles wickedly at me

Kate Rollins
Let’s just say you don’t die of embarrassment…

I feel my stomach tighten into a knot as I reach across the table and grab the purse. I reach down and grab my duffel bag, which still had all my wrestling gear jammed into it. I unzip the duffel bag and lift the purse up off the table. As I lift the purse off the table, I quickly think to myself’

“Woah…this thing is heavy for something this small…”

My surprise must’ve registered on my face because I suddenly hear Trinity Rollins’ voice from across the table

Trinity Rollins
You gonna be able to carry that alright there muscles?

I sit up and stare at Trinity

Corey Casey
I’ll be just fine. So…what’s the plan?

Kate Rollins
Let’s walk and talk

With that, all three of us slowly stand up and begin to walk through the terminal. I look from Kate to Trinity and back again, the uneasiness in my stomach growing with each step. Each time my foot comes down on the tile floor, I feel as though I am walking toward my own end…

After a few moments of walking, the three of us come to a door marked “Employees only.” Trinity Rollins looks around the somewhat crowded airport terminal before reaching up and removing a security pass, which was hung from a necklace under her suit jacket. As Trinity Rollins leans in and presses the pass against the ID Scanner, which sat off to the right side of the door, a smirk appears on my face and I chuckle softly. Trinity was clearly supposed to be some sort of airport security bigwig, which explained why she wasn’t wearing her normal attire of ripped black t-shirts, jeans and black combat boots

Corey Casey
Well…that explains why you look like a ten year old girl playing dress up with her mommy’s wardrobe…

Trinity sneers at me as she opens the door and motions for Kate and I to enter the room first before she follows us in. As soon as we enter the room, I look around and realize we’re in some sort of locker room

Corey Casey
So…what’s your big plan? You guys going to give me a swirly for carrying a purse or…?

Trinity Rollins walks over to one of the lockers and opens it. She reaches into the locker and pulls out an airport security guard’s uniform. She then turns and tosses the uniform at me

Trinity Rollins
Put this on

I look down at the uniform and then look back up at Trinity

Corey Casey
Look…I don’t know what kind of fetishes you’re into but…

Kate Rollins
Just shut up and put it on…you’re more of a fucking pain then Chuck!

I can hear the strain in her voice which causes me to feel even more nervous as I slowly take my clothes off and put the uniform on. Clearly the Rollins Sisters were nervous…and since they were working for a group that clearly had unlimited access to the most modern technology along with being extremely well informed, the fact that they were nervous did nothing to increase my confidence…

As I change I look and see that the Rollins’ sisters had begun to peel off their own layers. Under their street clothes they were wearing skin tight leather outfits. Trinity quickly takes her high heels off and puts on the shoes she had pulled out of her purse before giving it to me. After the three of us are changed, Kate Rollins takes our clothes and stuffs them into the locker that Trinity had pulled the security guards’ uniform out of. Kate Rollins then pulls out two long pistols with silencers attached to them. She takes one for herself and hands the other to Trinity, who nods her thanks and checks to make sure that the gun is loaded and all set. I look from Trinity to Kate

Corey Casey
Where’s mine?

Trinity chuckles softly

Trinity Rollins
Like I said, if we come across any trouble, you won’t need a gun for what will happen next…

I unzip my duffel bag and take out the small black leather purse. I sigh as I sling the purse over my neck, wearing it like I would a duffel bag or some sort of sash. Trinity and Kate both smirk as I turn and look at them

Kate Rollins
You know, you should really consider carrying one of those full time…

Trinity Rollins
Yeah…it really brings out your eyes…

I flip them both off, causing the Rollins sisters to laugh at me one more time before turning and walking through the locker room. The three of us exit the locker room and navigate our ways down a short hallway which leads to a flight of stairs that leads downward. The three of us quickly and quietly walk down the stairs and through the door at the bottom of the stairs. I grit my teeth as Trinity opens the door at the bottom of the stairs and a big gust of cold air hits me like a punch in the stomach.

Kate Rollins
Let’s go…we’ve got to get to that far hanger…

Kate Rollins points to a hanger on the far side of the tar-mac

Trinity Rollins
We need to move…now

The three of us quickly make our way over to one of the small airport transportation trucks and pile in. Kate Rollins gets behind the wheel and drives us across the tar-mac and toward the looming hanger in the distance. I suddenly turn and look at Trinity Rollins.

Corey Casey
Ok…enough of this cloak and dagger bullshit…what’s going on here?

Trinity Rollins
In that hanger is the new, state of the art, double decker Boeing 747 Jumbo Jet. Essentially all we need you to do is break in, plant the purse in the landing gear, and get out. Simple as that. The guards should be all switching shifts

Corey Casey
And if they’re not?

Trinity Rollins opens the glove compartment of the truck and pulls out a security clearance pass. She holds the pass out to me and I take it from her. I hold the pass up and am shocked to see my face staring back at me from the pass.

Corey Casey
Woah

Trinity Rollins
Yeah…we come prepared

It sounded easy enough…but that nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach just wouldn’t go away. It couldn’t possibly be that easy. This was a major international airport and I was about to plant a purse which contained, in all likelihood, some sort of explosive device into the landing gear of an experimental plane that probably cost Boeing billions of dollars to make.

Kate Rollins pulls the truck up to the front of the hanger and unlocks the truck’s doors. She turns and winks at me before blowing a kiss

Kate Rollins
Good luck sweetheart

I reach down and open the door of the truck

Corey Casey
Thanks…

As soon as my foot hits the pavement I feel any and all sense of nervousness or doubt go flying out of my head. I feel my heart rate return to normal and the cold sweat that had been greasing my palms instantly goes away as the training I had received during my days in both Salvation and as the Head of Security for ME takes over. I was cold…calm…collected…and, most importantly, prepared to get the job done

I quickly walk up to the front door of the hanger and open it. A security guard suddenly appears before me, an automatic rifle slung over his shoulder

Security Guard
Sir! This is a restricted area!

I feel myself switch onto auto-pilot as I let my training take over. I quickly reach down and hold the pass up, just far enough away from the guard’s face so he could see it without going cross eyed, but just close enough to imply that I was someone who was not accustomed to having to show people passes

Corey Casey
Do you know who I am? Listen bud, I am one of the engineers who helped to design this plane and I am sick and tired of you security jack-offs stopping me every six seconds to show you passes

The security guard looks at my pass before he looks at me. His gaze starts to come to rest on the purse, which is still strapped to my back but I quickly cut him off

Security Guard
I’m sorry I’m…

Corey Casey
Look, I am going to go and check on the landing gear of that aircraft. After I am done I am going to turn around and walk right out this door. Are you going to ask me to show you my pass yet a-fucking-gain or do you think that your brain could possibly recall who I am?

The security guard nods his head

Security Guard
Yes sir!

I nod my head as an irritated look appears on my face. I quickly walk across the hanger, climb up on one of the tires, and deposit the purse on the inside of the landing gear of the aircraft. I pretend to mess around with the wires and metal pieces inside of the landing gear before letting out a loud, frustrated grunt

Corey Casey
Ugh…fucking Johnson! He would put that shit in there!

I climb down from the tire and walk back across the hanger, grumbling to myself loudly. As I approach the security guard I shoot him a cold stare

Corey Casey
Don’t you even fucking think about it

The security guard straightens up and salutes me as I storm through the exit door of the hanger. As soon as I am outside I heave a sigh of relief and feel a smile slowly spread across my face. I had done what I needed to do without incident…I could go home now and put this entire fucking thing behind me. I walk over to the truck and pull open the door, fully expecting to see the Rollins Sisters sitting in the cab

Corey Casey
I did what you…

As soon as I open the door fully I see that the inside of the truck is completely empty. There was no sign of either Trinity or Kate Rollins. Instead, there was a single manila folder sitting in the middle of the dashboard with a note taped to the top of it. I reach out and grab the manila folder and look at the message scrawled on the note

“Good job. See you soon…”

I crumple the note up and toss it into the truck. I then open up the manila folder and feel my heart begin to beat quickly with anticipation. True to their word, the Rollins Sisters had apparently left me the police investigation notes for the death of Chuck Matthews…



TO BE CONTINUED…






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Brandon Macdonald…my best friend…the man that was named GM of Battle Grounds one week ago and is ALREADY paying off in spades. Brandon my friend, I owe you a big time thank you...not because of the match between Ruben and I being a #1 Contender’s match for the IWF World Heavyweight Championship…not just because we’re buddies and you helped me become a much more relaxed, nice guy…but because you forced Ruben to put his career on the line at Spring Fling. Thank you…for not only giving IWF fans what they have all been clamoring for since Ruben came back…but for giving me a chance to finally shut Ruben the fuck up once and for all.

Ruben, allowing you to come back to IWF was the biggest mistake that this company ever made…and yes, I’m including the hiring of Nick Ridicule in that statement…so you KNOW that I mean business. Ruben, you are an overrated windbag, a guy who hypes himself up so much that it gets to the point that we are all just fucking sick of hearing you speak. I mean, you just have such an inflated sense of self that you make Jason Hawk and Chuck Matthews look like the most humble motherfuckers in IWF history. You know what’s really funny about this whole thing though Ruben?

You have legit NO reason to be this arrogant.

What the fuck have you done to warrant even the slightest bit of swagger when you walk into a room? you have ONE highlight moment in your entire fucking pathetic career and that was when you put Chuck Matthews through the stage back in NLWF…that’s it Ruben. Now, I’m sure that you’re going to scream to the high heavens about how you “won” the IWF World Title and how you were the first man to win the Battle for the Briefcase and blah blah blah blah blah. Ruben…none of that shit matters man. The Battle for the Briefcase, yeah that’s kind of historic. But let’s be serious for a moment man…you didn’t win the IWF World Title straight up. You swooped in while my friend Brandon was OD’d in the middle of the ring and you picked the bare bones of his carcass. Brandon didn’t fight back…hell, he COULDN’T fight back. You had easy pickings Ruben.

IT had to be like that though didn’t it? Because you knew…if you and Brandon went one on one while he was healthy…you would be completely and totally FUCKED! As a matter of fact, whenever you seem to face someone who has either been a world champion or is considered to be the best of the best, your best laid plans just seem to fall to shit. Ruben, face it, you’re nothing more than a glorified guy mid-carder…a guy who in no way, shape, or form could be counted on to carry a company. You’re never going to go down as a guy like me or Chuck or Brandon or hell, even Brenton Cyrus for fuck’s sake. You’re not one of the guys who could take an entire company and put it on his shoulders and carry that company through the bad times. You’re not a guy who could be counted on to be “The Man” and step up to the plate and deliver the best goddamn match you’ve ever seen.

You’re a fucking pretender to the throne Ruben….a guy who had delusions of grandeur. You’re never going to be ready for the lime light Ruben…you’re never going to be the one that can deliver the heart stopping, jaw dropping, match that leaves the fans and the competitors aching for a rematch. You’re never going to be the one who is able to step up to the plate and fucking smash the ball right out of the goddamn park. I said it before and I will fucking say it again

You’re a pretender Ruben

At Spring Fling, I am going to be the one who is ringing the goddamn bell…I am going to be the alarm clock that snaps you out of your goddamn slumbers and exposes you to the world as the fucking piece of trash that you actually are. I am going to be the fucking death kneel for your career, Ruben. When you see me walking down that ramp at Spring Fling, I want you to bless yourself and pray, Ruben. I want you to fucking pray that I am in a good mood…that I will be merciful to you and end your fucking pathetic existence swiftly…I want you to pray that your bladder holds your fucking piss in while I am stomping the life from your limbs. Because Ruben, you’ve officially pissed me right the fuck off. You and your fucking egotistical attitude, your betrayal of Upper Limit, and the general fact that you continue to fucking live off of the one thing that you did to be remembered like it was the only fucking trophy you’ve ever won in your entire life.

I’m going to end your career, Ruben

Then I’m going to deport you back to Mexico in a goddamn body bag

Might as well call me La Migra…because I am going to be the one that fucking kicks you out of IWF forever