The Casey Chronicles- The Conclusion

They were all in pain…it was etched deeply into everyone’s features. We hadn’t expected Gavin and Drake to get in so easily…then again, we hadn’t thought that my father and Uncle Chuck were alive either. That little bit of information caught us completely off guard and made our well laid plans fall to shit in a matter of moments.

“The Lord” Corey Casey
Just STAY DOWN!

I look over at my father…or what was left of my father. He still looked like the man who had raised me…the man who had taught me to be self-sufficient…the man who claimed that I should try to control the creature that had been building up inside the darkness of my mind for years. But I knew better. His eyes were completely clouded over and his voice was deeper and laced with anger and pain. I knew…the other side of my father had taken over once and for all

Eve
Fuck you Lord Casey

I tried to ignore the fact that there was a sharp, prodding pain radiating from the right side of my body. I knew that, after seeing a doctor, I would be diagnosed with two…maybe even three broken ribs. I could feel the anger and rage and adrenaline all pumping frantically through my bloodstream and mixing with the Pyro Booster that I had injected only moments before. I was firmly in control of my own body now…Raylyn had died the moment the first Booster entered my body. There was only Eve now…and Eve was pissed.

The Lord slowly beings to bear down on me, lightning bursting forth from his right hand every now and then. He had tried to double inject some Boosters at the beginning of the battle and nearly killed himself in the process. Had it not been for Chuck Matthews shooting Gavin in the leg, Gavin would’ve finished off our father a mere 30 seconds into the battle. But The Lord had waited and hid in an attempt to try and recover; he had waited until he was sure he was strong enough to survive another round of Boosters before injecting his favorite Lightning Booster.

Lightning vs. Fire…this should be fun

Raylyn Casey
Burn

I throw both my hands out in front of me, sending dual streams of liquid fire at The Lord. The Lord manages to dive out of the way and take shelter behind a large slab of marble that had been dislodged from its original location over the course of the battle. As I slowly walk towards the slab of marble, The Lord suddenly peeks his head out and then quickly fires off a string of lightning bolts aimed directly at my skull. I dive forward, somersaulting in the process, and take cover on the other side of the slab of marble. As I plan my next move, I can hear Zack’s voice from somewhere down the hall

Zack Matthews
Why won’t you just DIE?!

I smirk slightly, knowing full well he was yelling at Chuck. When Zack and I had seen The Lord and Chuck Matthews fighting their way through the back corridors of Matthews Tower we had been both in absolute shock. But we had quickly regained our composure and tried to plan accordingly. We had sent wave after wave of MEMPO swarming down the hallways, effectively dividing our forces. Half were working to repel the onslaught by Drake Matthews and Gavin while the other half of our forces attempted to contain the whirlwind of lightning and gun fire that was “The Lord” Corey Casey and Chuck Matthews. But in the end…both teams had overcome the challenge presented by the MEMPO…what they hadn’t counted on…was fighting each other…

I quickly jump to my feet and stick my hands around the other side of the slab of concrete. I am about to shoot twin jets of fire when I suddenly feel two hands grip my wrists and pull with all their might. I leave my feet and am whipped around the corner of the slab of concrete

Gavin Casey
Bad move

My brother’s cold brown eyes glare down at me as I fly through the air and collide with a pile of rubble and debris. Pain shoots up my spine and I feel a sharp stabbing pain in my right kidney. No time to think about that now…I have to move before…

The sound of automatic gunfire rings out. I somersault forward and roll through, regaining my footing in the process. My brother hated Boosters…he had hated them all his life. My father had known that little fact but decided that his son needed to be proficient in some form of self-defense. So my father had taught Gavin the art of using weapons…guns and knives of all kind were kept around our house when we were little. My mother hated it…then again; my mother hated most anything pertaining to my father towards the end of her life. Regardless, my father had made sure that his baby boy had a firm grip on how to handle a gun or wield a knife before the age of 10. And the scariest part was…Gavin had seemed to excel at it…

Gavin Casey
Just hold still sister dear and I will cure all your woes…

I smirk slightly as I sprint towards a large overturned table. I am just about to dive behind the table when I hear a loud crack followed by the pained sound of a man’s scream. I turn and look over my shoulder…just in time to see lightning bolts come flying towards me. The lightning bolts smash into my chest, driving me down to the ground. I feel pain shoot through my chest, effectively paralyzing my body. I slowly lift my head up slightly and realize what is going on.

My father had clearly hid after throwing lightning at me the first time and waited until Gavin and I were distracted, too embroiled fighting each other to notice that he was about to make his move. My father had then sprung from his hiding place and grabbed Gavin’s arm, breaking it deftly with an punch to Gavin’s elbow. My father had then noticed me running for cover and taken the opportunity to hurl lightning at my back

“The Lord” Corey Casey
It ends here

My father suddenly lashes out, kicking Gavin directly behind his kneecaps, forcing Gavin to his knees. My father then reaches into his jacket and removes a pistol, which he then levels directly at the back of my brother’s skull. At the same time, my father slowly raises his right hand, which was still bristling with lightning, and points it directly at me.

“The Lord” Corey Casey
Now to do something your mother didn’t have the courage to do

I hear the sound of a gunshot ring out and see my brother drop, face down, onto the ground in a heap. I feel a pang of guilt shoot through me, which catches me off guard. Hadn’t I been trying to kill Gavin this entire time? Why should the fact that my father just executed my brother bother me? I suddenly have several flashbacks from when we were kids, running on the beach during a lazy summer day during the time when we lived in California, building a snowman with my mother and Gavin during a snow day during the time when we lived in Boston. A single tear rolls down my cheek and I hear a voice…Raylyn’s voice…whisper in the back of my mind

“Good bye, dear brother…”

My father tosses his gun aside and begins slowly walking towards me. A sadistic grin spreads across his face as he raises his right hand and points his fingers directly at me

“The Lord” Corey Casey
Time to close the circle once and for all…

I desperately try to shoot at fireball at him…only to find that my Pyro Booster had worn off. I quickly look around me, desperate to try and find something, anything, to use to protect myself. I couldn’t die like this…I couldn’t die at the hands of my father…I couldn’t die because of Boosters…

Lightning bolts suddenly leap from my father’s right hand and engulf my body. I feel excruciating pain and then…nothing…

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Corey Casey’s Apartment
South Boston, Massachusetts
May 3rd, 2011

I sit bolt upright in bed, a cold sweat covering my entire body. I am breathing heavily and I can feel my heart racing in my chest. My hands instantly fly down to my stomach. I run my hands along what was once a slender and flat stomach but was now swollen and massive due to my pregnancy. I take several deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself down

Jessica Matthews
It was just a dream…it was just a dream…

Ever since Chuck had told Chris and I all about his visions that he had about the future, I had been having these re-occurring nightmares. At first, I hadn’t known through whose eyes I was living these twisted, and often dark and evil, actions. At first, I had thought that I was the one who was committing these heinous acts of wickedness and evil…that maybe I had gone crazy at some point and was living out some sort of sick and twisted fantasy…

But it was so much worse. In fact, I almost wish that I had been the one committing these cruel and evil acts. No…instead, I soon discovered that I was seeing a glimpse of what the future held for my children…Raylyn and Gavin Casey…

I look down at the sleeping and naked form of my fiancé, Corey Casey. He looked so peaceful, curled up in our queen sized bed. After I had my first nightmare, I had asked him a barrage of questions about how he felt mentally and emotionally, if he had been hearing or seeing anything that wasn’t real and if he thought that we were going to have twins. He had smiled patiently and answered all of my questions in a reassuring voice. He had told me that he couldn’t be happier with his life and that no, he hadn’t been seeing anything that wasn’t real or hearing voices whispering in his head. When he answered whether or not he believed we were going to have twins, a proud smile had appeared on his face.

“I hope we are that lucky.”

Jessica Matthews
You wouldn’t ever hurt our children would you?

I whisper the question softly, directing it at the sleeping form of Corey beside me. I just knew that Corey wouldn’t ever hurt his own children…our children…his own flesh and blood…right? I shake my head, trying to banish the question from my mind. But, try as I might, the question continued to linger in the darkness of our bedroom. I knew that I had to write in my journal…I needed to get rid of these lingering thoughts so that I could go to sleep. I needed to get some rest after all, Corey and I had an appointment to go to the doctor’s office tomorrow. I was finally going to get an ultrasound so we could finally see whether our baby, or babies, was going to be a girl or a boy.

I slowly pull the covers back and place my bare feet on the floor. I clench and unclench my toes, feeling the carpet underneath me. When I had moved in I had insisted that Corey re-model his apartment. At first he had complained but, eventually, he had given in and let me redesign a few things. I had always had a bit of a flair for interior decorating, if I do say so myself. The first thing I had insisted on was that Corey get brand new carpets for his apartment. The old ones just seemed so…drab.

I slowly push myself up and try to get out of bed without waking Corey. I didn’t want him to worry about me or wonder where I was…

Corey Casey
You alright babe?

I smirk slightly. I couldn’t tell if Corey woke up because he was a light sleeper…or if he woke up because me getting my pregnant ass out of bed was similar to a space shuttle taking off

Jessica Matthews
Yeah I’m fine Cor. I’m just going to get a bit of water and maybe a granola bar

I could hear Corey chuckle briefly before turning over and sprawling out on the bed

Corey Casey
I’ll be here when you get back

My smirk widens

Jessica Matthews
If you’re still lying like that when I get back I won’t hesitate to lie on top of you and squash you flat

Corey chuckles again as I turn and walk out of our bedroom. I shake my head and my smirk turns into a full blown smile. Corey had been in such a good mood recently. Well, at least at home and around me he was in a good mood. I had been watching Battle Grounds since the debut episode and noticed that, in the ring; Corey seemed to have these sporadic ruthless and violent moments. There seemed to be moments when he would seem to just…snap…and go back to his old and violent ways. It seemed like, whenever I watched Battle Grounds and saw Corey do something violent or just cruel, I would go to bed that night and have one of these future nightmares…

I walk down the hallway and go to the last door on the left. I push the door open and walk over to my desk. When I had moved in with Corey I had told him that I needed my own room to turn into an office so that I could have a quiet place to get my school work done. I was so close to getting my medical license I could almost taste it. I wanted to be licensed to practice medicine before the baby, or babies, came because I knew damn well that, after giving childbirth, I wasn’t going to be able to focus on anything else besides either trying to get my old body back and taking care of the babies.

I sit down at my desk and turn on the lamp that sat in the upper right hand corner. I then lean back, making sure to sit far enough back that I wouldn’t hit my stomach, and open the bottom right drawer. Bending was such a pain in the ass, but I knew that Corey wouldn’t find my journal in this drawer…mostly because it was filled with old medical text books and my old notes from class. Corey had made it quite clear that he really didn’t have any interest in medicine which had actually surprised me. I had always figured that professional wrestlers would be extremely interested in medicine considering the physical and mental damages that they were constantly inflicting upon themselves. When I asked Corey about it he had just kinda shrugged and said “that’s why we have trainers and doctors on hand at the shows.”

I rummage around in the drawer until I feel leather brush up against my fingers. I wrap my fingers around the leather bound journal and pull it out of the desk drawer. I set the journal on the desk top and close the drawer before sliding my chair up to the desk. I reach into a small drawer and grab a pen and open the journal to a blank page

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May 3rd, 2011
I hope the nightmares have finally stopped

I know, cryptic as hell right? I have been writing about these re-occurring nightmares for a few weeks now, so I don’t really need to explain them all to you now do I? Tonight’s nightmare was the worst though. I dreamt that Corey…Corey…

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I feel a tear run down my cheek. I quickly wipe it away…stupid fucking hormones…it was just a nightmare anyways. There was no reason to think that something like that could ever, or would ever, happen in the future. I mean, crazy shit goes on in dreams all the time and most of it never comes true. Why should this nightmare be any different?

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I dreamt that Corey and our future twins got into a massive brawl that included these “boosters” and guns. During the battle, Gavin managed to shoot Raylyn and Raylyn managed to nearly inflict third degree burns on Corey. But, at the end of the battle, Corey executed Gavin and then…then he executed Raylyn by using one of those horrible lightning booster things. I suddenly woke up in a cold sweat and I could feel my heart beating like a jackhammer.
I mean, this couldn’t be real right? There is no way that something as insane as boosters and an Insurgency Civil War could ever happen right? I mean, I know that boosters exist…I remember the ME Expo and the demonstration that Chris gave. But I mean, they couldn’t possibly ever really develop those into something that could be sold on the streets or used as biological weapons…could they?
No…Charlie wouldn’t ever do that. Besides, he has way too much on his plate these days anyways. He is the Color Commentary guy on the IWF Announce Team for god’s sake. Not to mention that he is a member of the Board of Directors and a co-owner of the company alongside Brandon Macdonald and Corey. ME’s stock has never looked better and the company is essentially running its self!
This leads me to the other part of my nightmare. In the nightmare…Corey kept referring to himself as “The Lord” Corey Casey. He wasn’t calling himself just “The Lord” or just “Corey Casey”…it was the combination of both names…almost as if he had completely melted both sides of his personality together into one entity. The only problem with that is…there was no trace of the Corey Casey I fell in love with in those cold all white eyes. I could see that there was a united Corey…but that The Lord was clearly in control and that Corey didn’t mind…in fact, he even seemed to be enjoying it a little.
I’ve asked Corey time and again about his past and about his actions during his time with Salvation and his time as “The Lord.” Whenever I ask him about it though, he just kind of either gives me vague statements or general information. He never really answers my question or gives me any specific information. I mean, I guess that I should count myself lucky right? I wouldn’t want him to tell me about how he skinned someone alive or how he tortured someone to death or something insane like that. I just want him to tell me about his parents…whether or not he has any family…stuff like that. I don’t know, maybe I’m asking too much and it doesn’t matter…

~Jessica Matthews



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So….Ruben Ricardo Leon….we meet again…

Seriously?

IWF has really gotten to the point where we are just repeating matches again and again and again? We really can’t think of something better than to have two guys who literally just fought a few weeks ago face each other AGAIN?!

Ok, it’s not really the creative department’s fault I suppose. This is the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament right? Matches for this tournament aren’t really being made by the guys in the back…the matches are being made by the bracket. Who set that bracket up anyways? That fucking thing is more one sided than if Death-Angel faced Flex Rogers in a Last Man Standing match. It’s painfully clear that, with the exception of the monstrous giant known as Death-Angel and my good friend and body guard Vincent Van Rose, all the talent ended up on the left side of the bracket. I mean, seriously…who the fuck set this shit up? The whole point of the tournament is to see who the best of the best is! In the finals of a tournament, we’re supposed to have two competitors who earned their way into the final match to fight for the ultimate prize. Not a guy who is clearly supposed to be there fighting someone who had two bye weeks and then beat Chad Mason to get into the finals.

OK, I’m bitching about shit that not only doesn’t matter…it’s not even worth me bitching about. This is a great opportunity for me! I mean, this is a chance for me to have an easy week and easily advance in the tournament! I’m facing off against a guy that I have put in so much pain that he had no choice but to TAP OUT! That’s pretty much the kicker right there isn’t it? Ruben, I have beaten you so badly and put you in so much pain that you were forced to tap out and surrender any chance you had of beating me.

Tell me Ruben…how fucking embarrassing was that? How badly did it make you feel to know that you were tapping away any chance you had to get into the IWF Title picture? I mean, I WAS the IWF Champion at the time. MAYBE if you had beaten me you would’ve earned a chance to fight me for the IWF Title even! But…that never happened. Instead, Ruben did what all Mexicans do when they are faced with a challenge that can’t be solved by a deep fryer or having more babies or hopping a border…

Ruben gave up

Ruben, do yourself a favor man. Save yourself some embarrassment and public shame, and just don’t show up to Battle Grounds. Seriously…I am encouraging you NOT to show up. I don’t want to have to beat you pillar to post...again…and then force you to tap away any and all chances you might have had at winning the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament. Because as soon as you tap away any shot you have at making a difference in this business, we all know that you are going to do what you do best Ruben. And that’s give up…