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Post by Admin on Jan 26, 2024 19:44:00 GMT
The camera panned up and was aimed at a homestead. The old homestead was just south of Abilene, Texas and hadn’t really been productive for a long time. The fields all lay fallow and the old clapboard house sat beneath the shade of a huge elm tree. From the tree hung a deer’s rotting corpse, a plastic bucket sat underneath it to collect the waste. There was a fire burning nearby.
The man that held the camera headed right for the fire. The closer it got, the better we could see the men shadowed by the flames. They wore overalls or jeans and stained shirts. Not a one of them was shorter than six feet. The Koresh Family had weathered skin and scars on their faces and hands. Some wore their hair long, while others were shaved bare. They watched the camera crew with the kind of soulless interest typical of a hunting dog, but they gave way as they approached.
A door to the homestead hung open and dim light shone inside. The camera crew were convinced that people around the fire were no threat as they had been invited so they stepped onto the porch and proceeded inside.
There was a throne of sorts in the centre of the room. The throne seems to be made of title belts all fused together with heat forming the chair itself. Various parts of human bodies hung on meat hooks around her; some had bite marks in them. Streaks of blood and faeces smeared the walls. The stench of rotting meat hung heavily in the air. Blood was splattered and smeared over every surface. Carcasses of animals littered the floor, their entrails heaped together.
The throne seemed to be made of wrestling title belts all fused together which heated formed the chair itself. Sitting atop the throne is a monster criss-crossed from head to toe with the scars of a thousand battles. He had upon his face a mask that seemed to be made out of human skin sewn together roughly. In darkness, a blood curdling cacophony: the squeal of unoiled winches, the rasp of hooks and razors being sharpened; and worse, and the howl of tormented souls. Above this din one particular victim yelled for mercy with a mixture of tears and roars of rage.
The monster that sat atop of this throne was none other than the man of a 1000 moniker’s Alexander Koresh. It looked like some weird rendition of a Hollywood horror movie but with the twist of Sadism that always came when it came to someone like the Innovator of Darkness, Alexander Koresh, formally known by the moniker Nocturnal.
He reached up and caressed the mask that he wore from time to time and looked directly ahead, his eyes drilled into deep into the very souls of those watching. Evil seemed to radiate from him in tangible waves. The voice that can be heard seemed to come from him but his lips did not move as he just looked forward, not even blinking.
Stood on either side of this throne were three monsters of men. The first was the masked cousin of Alexander, Junior Koresh who suffered from gigantism and was severely scarred and deformed which the mask covered. The second was the former conjoined twin Cain Koresh who stood menacingly and stared straight ahead. The third was none other than the King of Monsters himself Caleb Koresh. At Alexander’s feet was his sister Emily.
Alexander had the DWF World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. His eyes drilled into the camera lens.
“Where should I start?” he asked as he looked at the camera being held in front of him. “Should I start back at the beginning where a dreadlocked sperm knocked up my momma with a beautiful and perfect baby Alexander Koresh? Or is that too far back? Should I start with dissecting frogs in biology class and getting a boner? Or is that a little too much information for you to inwardly digest. I’m sorry my Dark Minions, those of you that remember when I was Nocturnal will remember that I could actually take it a little bit further if you know what I mean?”
Alexander leaned forward on the chair he was sat on and put his left hand over his mouth. His head tilted ever so slightly to the left as he got the personalities within his head in order. He may not have Nocturnal in there anymore running the whole show but he had others who would want to show their dominance.
“It has been a really long time since I walked down the ramp way and climbed between the ropes of a New Edge Wrestling ring and looked out at my Dark Minions,” he said. “The Anti-cRu superstar has had a long journey up until this point in his life and some of you may have noticed a slight change in the demeanour of the Innovator of Darkness. When I was a huge part of NEW I had some kind of mental breakdown and was being controlled mentally by a personality that went by the name of Nocturnal. It played with me and my family and I was screaming out within this body to get attention but nobody took any notice of me as Nocturnal was pulling all the strings.”
Alexander paused for a very brief moment thinking about what he would say next. He looked away from the camera for a few seconds as he heard a scream come from somewhere else on the compound.
“Alexander Koresh is slightly different from Nocturnal as it would be t0o hard to deny that part of my life,” Alexander said. “But the sadistic and twisted side of me is still in this body. How can I deny it growing up on this farm? My family is notorious in Abilene, Texas and how can I not utilise that in my professional wrestling career. Being a multi-time World Heavyweight Champion I have reservation of going back to New Edge Wrestling as they tried to keep me down as they knew I couldn’t easily be controlled like some of their other World Champions. They tried to keep me under their thumb and got me to first join the cRu but quickly found I wouldn’t follow their orders so ousted me as well as Apathy and Pandora but how would they have known that was to be their downfall and the Anti-cRu Superstar and his Angels was born.”
He paused once more. He looked around the room at the brutality and death briefly then returned his gaze back to the camera man who was stood in front of him.
“Then Jesse’s own little stable of miscreants came calling trying to control myself and another loose cannon that was running around in NEW namely Hunter Valentyne,” he said. “How’d that work out for you Jesse? We definitely had our wars through our times in your promotion. My memories are not as good as they should be. Internal ramblings of a twisted mind still keep me awake at night which is why I sometimes have to update my internal journal. I need to be able to know how my days of future past pan out before me. Many of those that are a part of this coming show and the current New Edge Wrestling run have fallen to either myself or someone associated with the Sadistic Bastard.”
Alexander stood up and after a brief moment began to laugh softly. He nodded his head and started to clap his hands before he suddenly stopped and sat back down.
“One of the reasons that I used to rant so much in my mind is that I need to find someone with equal or greater intelligence to chat with but has never happened; And more than likely after looking at the people in this current edition of New Edge Wrestling never going to happen,” he said. “Have you seen them? From the top, Jesse Styles? He has the intellect of a fried cow turd. It’s been sat in the field for about ten days in the Texan sun and has become a crusty mess; Johnny Styles. Then there is the stoner Johnny Stylez…..Why’d anyone listen to anything that guy says? He can’t even commit himself to speaking a sentence without having some kind of gibberish style stutter in the middle of it. My former tag partner seems to have gained the main event spot for some reason beyond my thought process; Seth Iser. We’ve not seen eye to eye for a long time but don’t think the family hasn’t been watching.”
He looked into the camera and winked through the mask. It looked really weird as his eyes didn’t quite line up with the mask.
“So for this one off special show I have been saddled with the job of carrying the other Al from Texas,” he muttered. “Al Envy? Is he still alive and kicking? I thought that Father Time had finally caught up with him. I’ve not seen anything about him in years especially after all the times when he was running around in New Edge Wrestling trying to stuff his gimmick down everybody’s throat especially hiding behind others. Come on Al, this may be what you think is still goddamn your time BUT it ain’t going to happen my fellow Texan. Do you know this is actually our first EVER singles match. Jesse tried to book another one back in the day when you were holding onto one of the belts that Johnny, X or Roger were clawing onto but you disappeared from the company for a while as you were scared of the real Al from Texas. Being a coward is what you’re all about Al as you need to be protected and will probably disappear once again.”
Alexander nodded as the thoughts went through his head. He lifted his hand and caressed the DWF World Heavyweight Championship belt on his shoulder. Alexander had held that belt for such a long time that it now had become torn and tarnished as the rest of his clothes.
“Which gets me onto the reason most of us have come back out of obscurity and back on pay per view for New Edge Wrestling and that is the late NEW Superstar LA Kief,” he said. “Kief……….Kief, we may have most of the times been on opposite sides and when you turned up with Tommy and Ophellia you had me confused BUT as soon as you joined up with Pugh and Inkt you had me as a fan of sorts; I couldn’t or wouldn’t have admitted it to you at the time as I was the Sadistic Bastard and you were just this guy who had this unnatural obsession with messing your stable mates heads. It was funny as hell and you definitely had your spot in the company and eventually getting a shot at the gold which I had around my waist.”
He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, becoming increasingly more irritated as the seconds passed. His tongue caressed the lips of the mask of human skin.
“You may have come up short on that day but you sure tried your very best,” he smirked. “But Kief; when would came to the homestead of your passing it did hit me like a punch to the chest man. This is a great loss to professional wrestling and I will be dedicating my win over Al Envy to you which will be quite fitting.”
Another man dressed in a similar manner to the other members of Alexander’s family walked into the room.
“Lunch is on Alex,” he said. “Oh who’s this?”
“This is the man from New Edge Wrestling we were expecting,” Alexander said. “But we have finished what we needed to talk about.”
“The barbeque is on,” the man said. “It’s a long time since we’ve had the other white meat Alex. Camera man are you staying for dinner?”
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