Sah’ta Thor [vs.] Storming Raven

The frighteningly sadistic Sah'ta Thor steps into the ring to defend his belt for the first time against the seemingly rejuvenated Storming Raven in Raven's favorite match...the always bloody Trail of Tears match!!!

Epilogue:

My hometown, Laredo,Texas. I wake up in bed next to a woman I spent the night with. Hell I don't even know her name. I shake her awake. She smiles up at me and I just scowl.

“You're still here? Get the fuck out”

She begins to get angry and puts on her clothes.

“What the fuck is your problem?! You prick! Everyone was right, you're just a pathetic loser!”

I pick up one of manyempty whiskey bottles by the bed, and throw it at the wall above her head.

“I SAID GET OUT! WALK IF YOU HAVE TO I DON'T CARE! YOUR USE IS DONE!”

A few hours later I sit on the couch of Laredo's finest psychiatrist Dr. Schultz. He is a fat balding man with wire rim glasses. He goes over some notes and begins to speak.

Dr. Schultz: Mister Cochran, in our last session we instituted hypnotherapy and a lie detector. When asked if you killed your fiancee, you said yes, that was a lie. When asked if you had any recollection of doing it you said no, and that was the truth. Upon further hypnosis I realized what you had was a very vivid dream. The things you described doing were impossible. You are just a very troubled person. In my professional opinion, it was all a dream. When I got into your repressed memories nothing came up. Quite frankly you need more help than I can give.

I stare blankly at the doctor and walk over to him at his desk. I pick up a dagger shaped letter opener and sit on the desk, seriously who has letter openers like this anymore? I flip the letter opener over a few times as I begin to speak.

“Well Doc. Someone once said, that which doesn't kill you, simply makes you...strange-er.”

Dr. Schultz puts his hands on the desk to get out of his chair. Before he can get up I stab his right hand with the letter opener, it goes through his hand and sticks into the desk. Before he can scream I put my hand over his mouth. I lean down right in his face and quietly speak.

“Now Doc, you're not gonna tell anyone what happened here today are you? After all pain is just a part of the healing process.”

The doctor shakes his head in fear, sweat drips from his temples, and his eyes are wide.

“Good. I do enjoy our little sessions. You understand me. Just in case you think about telling anyone what happened after I leave, remember I will know about it, and I have friends. Friends who can make it like you never even existed...Now if you will excuse me I have a plane to catch, Los Angeles is in need of a new class of villain.”

I reach into the pocket of my black jeans and pull out an ace of spades card, the death card when used as a tarot card. I put it in his shirt pocket, and walk out the door.

Chapter one: Hooray for Hollywood?

I stand in front of the world famous TCL Theater formerly the Grauman Chinese Theater as the camera comes on. There are various people in costume. There is a Superman, Batman, Spiderman,and...Elvis.

“Look at this place. Hollywood, Los Angeles California. The city of angels, hell city of whores is more like it. There's at least five on every corner. The other inhabitants aren't much better in this steaming cesspool of a city. The sins of vanity, and greed run rampant in this modern day Sodom and Gomorrah. These people sicken me. Spending lavish amounts of money on things they don't need. This town needs an enema to rid of it of the shit that clogs the arteries of the heart of this land. It's not all their fault though. The true fault lies at the hearts of the people. The people who watch the lives of celebrities like crows on a battle field waiting to feast on the carrion as soon as one of these famous people mess up. Hell we're all human, we all make mistakes, famous or not. Yet everyone loves to look down their noses at celebrities. We have shows that glorify teen pregnancy, and dolls that look like street walkers, and we wonder why so many children are getting pregnant. We should stop watching the lives of celebrities crumbling around them, and take a look at our own lives! You don't want your child to see something? Don't let them watch it. Don't want them hearing certain things? Don't let them listen to it. Be parents, take control of your own lives!”

As I am talking Spiderman and Elvis notice the camera and walk over to pander for the audience, looking for their big break. I sigh and run my hand over my mouth.

“Excuse me for one second.”

I step back and kick the Spiderman in the nuts, then look at Elvis.

“You sir are NOT the king. The king is dead...”

I kick him in the stomach and DDT him on the concrete, his wig comes off. I look at him in disgust.

“Not even the common decency to actually fix your real hair like Elvis Aron Presley?”

I shake my head, jump back to my feet and look back into the camera.

“Now enough about this city, and on to what matters. Isolation. It seems in this business the past has a funny way of sneaking up to you. A man I thought I had left behind in a dying company has some how found his way to my new turf. What's more in his first match he has captured a title. Something I haven't been able to do in a little over a year with the company. Now I know the way he thinks. He thinks because of our meeting finally constantly being put off in that long dead company, that I am afraid to face him. He has even gone so far as to put his title up for grabs against me in my own match.”

A malevolent chuckle escapes my mouth.

“How fucking stupid do you have to be, to challenge ME to a trail of tears match?! Thor you died as soon as you made the challenge, and now I am just waiting to pull the plug on the machine keeping you alive that is the uprising title. You have no idea what you have done! I would say ask Ace Steel what it's like to go against me in a trail of tears match, but he is nowhere to be found, off licking his wounds since last we met.”

I begin to pace around.

“It really IS a shame you went through all that trouble of designing a new title, just to lose it at Isolation. When you step into the trail of tears, you're not only facing me, but you are facing the countless souls of my people who have died because of the white man's greed for centuries! A twenty foot high steel cage, surrounded on all four sides by broken glass and barbed wire. Three sides of the cage are electrified, the most extreme weapons known to the sport hanging inside. If one of us is to climb out of the cage the match isn't over. The other must follow it then becomes last man standing. Thor, I am the extreme Cherokee artist. The ring is my canvas, blood is my paint, my opponent's bones my brush. I shall call my next disasterpiece “Ragnarok: the fall of Thor, and the uprising of The Cherokee Nation”...See you soon.”

Chapter two: Say hello to the night.

(from a video on iwf.com)

The video opens with Storming Raven sitting by a bon fire in an undisclosed location. He looks in to the camera with black eyes.

“Notice the difference in my appearance do you? This is only the beginning.”

Thunder is heard in the distance and rain begins to fall.

“My family history states, any male child born under the night of a storm with a raven watching while the moon is full, will turn into a wendigo if he does not find true love before midnight on his twenty-seventh birthday.”

Storming Raven grins showing unusually sharp teeth, and runs his fingers through his hair.

“That means I have until December seventeenth to stop this curse. If I don't? May the god have mercy on IWF. Now on to business. This Sunday, it's streak versus streak and title. My streak in the trail of tears match, versus Thor's winning streak and the uprising title. Now I won't go into the history of the trail of tears. If you don't know by now, you're just too damn stupid, or don't care enough to google. I'm guessing the latter. The white man never cared about what happened to my people. Thor you shouldn't be too upset with Ace Static, after all it wasn't long before that match I took him to hell and made him walk his own trail of tears, for what at the time I thought was a valiant reason. I was wrong. I won't make that mistake again, but I digress. He isn't the only one who has lost their soul in the trail of tears. The Jackyl and Silas Romero also thought they could best me in my own world. They must have thought their god would protect them, well I proved to them their god doesn't exist, and now they lay somewhere broken, possibly dead, dreaming of what might have been.”

The rain picks up and the wind howls.

“Thor you are but the fourth soul who shall perish in my trail of tears. It's nothing personal, it's just business. It's true I may be on a losing streak, but this is EXACTLY what I need to get back on track, foolish man. Your life, and your title belong to me!”

Thunder rolls and lightning crashes causing the camera to go to static. A sinister laugh can be heard through the static as a blood red skull slowly fades in to view.



Chapter three: Everything changes

I sit on the couch in my locker room wearing buck skin pants, a Cherokee choker and black and red war paint in the fashion of a skull, a few short hours before Isolation. My body is wrapped in barbed wire from my shoulders to my feet. A barrel of broken glass stands near by. I take a roll of tape out of my duffel bag and begin to tape up my fists. I then take out a bottle of glue and squeeze some out on each fist, before walking over to the barrel of broken glass and dipping my hands in. I pull my fists out, now covered in bits of broken glass.

“I'll never understand why you do that little bro.”

I chuckle and look at my sister standing in the open door way of my locker room.

“I wouldn't expect you to. When you spend most of your youth on the street, you learn to use every part of your body as a weapon. To use the objects around you to your advantage. This match is a year in the making, and could have happened at a better time. Tonight I smite the mighty Thor and send him packing back to whatever hell he crawled out of.”

Bella walks over to the near by fridge and grabs a bottled water.

“Just...be careful Stormy. Don't take any unnecessary risks.”

I chuckle again.

“Now would I do that? It's all necessary I will win tonight. I HAVE to win. Our people will not walk the trail again. It's not me you should be worrying about. I will be fine. I was born for this. You and everyone else should be worrying about Thor. Someone is getting scalped tonight, and we will have a new uprising champion. A deserving champion who has fought all of his life for greatness. It's only a matter of time. The Cherokee will rise.”

Bella sighs.

“Little bro, have I told you lately how crazy you are?”

I laugh and hug my sister, being careful not to cut her.

“You haven't seen anything yet sis. When everyone thinks I will lose is when I come up with the most surprises.”

We walk out of my locker room, and to the backstage curtain area, waiting for my music to hit.