"Hell on Earth", Outcast vs The Evil Dead, Pt 2

[Outcast]

A dream match…

This is what you have dreamed of Peter? Facing me, and trying to take the only thing I live for. Well, Petey, your dream is coming true, but sometimes those dreams we have, when they come true, turn out to be nightmares.

Petey… I am a nightmare.

I thought you would be different, I thought you would harness the darkness in your heart and it would serve to strengthen the darkness in me. Just as iron sharpens iron, so one man's darkness sharpens another’s. Only, your darkness isn’t real, you aren’t truly evil, you are nothing more than an actor playing a part.

I thought you were different Petey. I thought of you as the second coming of me, but you are just like many others, you can’t see the forest for the trees.

You disappoint me, Petey.

You will soon know disappointment too.

For just as you copy everyone who has come before you since my return to the limelight back in GCWA, spouting the same old bullsh*t about me being a broken-down old man whose body will soon fail him, just like them you too will suffer defeat.

I am old, and it is an old man who will beat you. I am broken down, and it is a broken-down man who will beat you. My body will fail me at some point, but everyone’s body eventually fails them. Everyone dies Petey, but not everyone truly lives.

Are you truly living?

Or…

Are you merely existing?

You are existing as what you think you are supposed to be. You are existing as nothing more than a parody of so many who have come before you, and just like all of them, you shall fail.

Just like you Petey, I returned to the big time as someone who was supposed to be a fall guy or a gatekeeper. I was brought in by Johnny-Boy Barrows to be a stepping stone for Noah Jackson, but then I shocked him and the world when I kicked the sh*t out of Noah Jackson. Everyone was shocked, everyone except me that is. And do you know what I did after that, I won again, and again, and again. Since I returned in August of last year I have never been beaten in a singles match. If you think you are going to be the one to finally beat me one on one Petey, well you might just be f**king insane after all.

I was supposed to be a stepping stone like you, I was a joke like you, and I shocked everyone like you.

But…

Unlike you, I did it my way and stayed true to who I am. The results of this stand on their own. So, by all means, Petey keeps thinking the same things that everyone else has because you will end up just like everyone else has. Crushed in defeat, by a sadistic, broken-down, old man.

That isn’t a dream Petey, it’s nightmare and your reality.

What the hell are you talking about?

I turn my view from the burning city we are flying over to Lieutenant Lopez. She is gearing up for battle, loading up her M4. She slams a magazine into the weapon and says, “you’ve been sitting over there just talking to no one in particular for a while, are you good to go?”.

I nod my head in assurance and then adjust the tactical vest she had given me as it rides up.

“Who is Petey?” she asks as she hands the M4 to me. I can’t believe they are just handing this assault rifle over to me, a convicted felon… the sh*t must really be hitting the fan.

“A f**king nobody”, I answer as I take the gun.

Just make sure your head is in this, we have to clear the lawn, get inside clear a path to the safe room and get the President out.

I take a moment to let the situation sink in as I examine the weapon. “Why me?” I ask out loud, but also to no one.

I feel Lopez's hand on my shoulder, it is firm, yet still feminine. “You are OCW champion, that proves your abilities in combat”.

I turn my gaze to her and smile. She answered that smile by pulling her hand away and making a disgusted face to let me know she isn’t interested.

Also, you are one of the evilest sons of b*tchs on Earth who isn’t on death row.

As iron sharpens iron, evil destroys evil.

I see her disgust turn to appreciation and maybe even a bit of admiration. I turn my view back to the outside of the helicopter and see the White House, but as soon as I lay eyes on it, it explodes. A giant fireball reaches the sky and the force of the blast sends the helicopter spiraling out of control.

Through the buzzes, beeps, alarms, and strain of the rotor blade, I hear Lopez barking orders.

BRACE FOR IMPACT!

The Helo crashes into the side of a building on Lopez’s side and then bounces off. The pilot seems to lose control as we crash into the side of another building on my side this time. These crashes are actually a blessing in disguise as they slow our moment and speed down before we crash to the ground below. The impact is still hard and everything goes dark.


My eyes slowly start to open, at first, it is a slow blink, and when I am able to fully open my eyes, it feels like a chore. Everything is upside down, and all I can see is rubble. I’m still groggy and out of it as I begin to fight the harness, but my hands barely have any feeling in them.

Then I hear Lopez, there is a strange mix of anger and fear in her voice, one that only comes when in a battle of life and death. I hear a gunshot and then see the body of some deadite fall onto the ground.

More guttural screams, more gunshots.

F**k this harness. I grab my knife and cut myself free.

“OH SH*T!”, I shout as I fall straight on my head after cutting myself free. No time to hurt, Lopez needs me. I crawl out of the twisted steel of the crash. I get free just in time to see a deadite on top of Lopez ready to rip her face off with his demon-like claws.

Fear covers Lopez’s face as the deadites claws pierce her flesh, then the fear is covered with blood as I thrust my blade through the deadites skull.

I shove the deadite to the side and offer Lopez my hand, to which she nods and accepts. I help her to her feet, saying “you’re one tough broad” as I do.

She pulls her hand away and says “call me a broad again and you’ll find out just how damn tough I am”.

I smile.

She doesn’t.

I get the hint.

I turn around to look at the city in decay.

F**k, what the hell are we gonna do now?

We are going to the White House.

I turn, back to Lopez and give her a confused look.

Didn’t you see that place explode, or did the crash give you some brain damage?

We were never going to save the President, we were going for the book, and the book doesn’t burn.

She can tell I’m still confused.

The Necronomicon Ex-Mortis is what caused all this, and it is the only thing that can stop it. It doesn’t burn, we tried that. We tried throwing it in a woodchipper, we tried shooting it, we tried nuking it… nothing, it’s indestructible.

I always thought Earth was Hell, but it doesn’t even compare.

I’ve seen Hell on Earth. Been in Somalia, Iraq, and Afghanistan, and this sh*t tops them all combined. Now it’s down to just me and you until I can find a way to rally with the others.

So, it’s just the two of us against God knows how many of those possessed motherf**kers.

She sighs and drops her head. The direness of the situation is truly hitting her. She takes a moment to collect herself, and I take that moment to light a Newport. Finally, she shakes her head and looks up.

Yeah, right now it is.

I smile and slowly exhale the menthol-flavored smoke.

I like those odds.

The next thing I know Lopez and I are loaded up in a 71 Dodge Challenger I boosted. We're tearing up asphalt toward 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, and as we roar down the highway to literal Hell, I am thinking about the proverbial Hell Petey and I are headed to.

Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel
Gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me around
Hey satan
Payin' my dues

Petey, if you thought your life was miserable when you were nothing but a joke in GCWA, a part-time wrestler, and full-time piss mopper, then Masters of the Macabre is going to be pure Hell for you. Because make no mistake about it Petey, you are stepping through the gates of Hell when you step into the ring with me. Ask Xavier Lux, ask Jackson Hart, ask anyone who has stood face to face with me, looked me in the eyes, and then been drug to Hell. Forever left with the physical and mental scars I leave on my victims.

Or...

Just wait and find out first hand.

I have victims, not opponents. And Petey, you are just another victim who will be left the bare the mark of the beast. The physical and mental scars from Outcast, scars that you wear for the rest of your days.

This metamorphosis you've been having Pete, it's led you down the wrong path, because that path has led you to me. While this world championship match may give you your fifteen minutes of fame, it will leave you lame. Your real change, your real next step isn't one in evolution. No, your next step after Masters of the Macabre, will be the first ones you take on your journey to learning how to walk again.

What are you talking about?

Huh? Oh, nothing.

You were talking about that Petey guy again, are you sure you’re, ok?

Yeah, he's just the guy I'm defending my OCW championship against. Even with all that is going on, I'm still thinking about it. It was the completion of my life's work, my pinnacle, and I can't let it slip away… I won’t let it slip away.

I look at her and can tell she couldn't care less.

GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME! If we don't get that book and send these deadites back to Hell there will be no OCW championship match. There won't be an OCW, there WON'T BE A WORLD AT ALL!

Ya know, I normally get pissed off when someone yells at me, but when it is coming out of such a pretty mouth on such a pretty face, it doesn’t bother me too much.

And there it is, she cracks a smile. I’m working my way through her hard exterior. Like I said earlier, I’m the river that cuts the grand canyon, I never stop, and eventually, I’ll break through anything in my path.

She sees me looking at her and the smile grows. Then as quick as it appeared it disappears as she grabs the dash and screams.

LOOK OUT!

I was distracted by her beauty and not watching the road. I look back to see two deadites standing in front of us. I decide not to swerve and take a chance on wrecking, instead, I accelerate and plow the two deadites over.

Their bodies fly over the hood of the car and tumble to the road behind us. They don’t even slow us down, but they weren’t meant to slow us down, only to distract us. As we turn our attention back to the road, I see the bridge we are about to cross has been blown out. I cut the wheel sideways and hit the breaks, fortunately, we don’t flip, but we come to a stop right on the edge of the bridge.

The car creaks and rattles as it teeters on the edge. I look at Lopez and she looks at me. I can see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes, and then I hear the rushing sound of evil and terror I had heard at the hospital and I smell the sulfuric smell, I know it is headed for us and Lopez knows it too.

DON’T EVEN…

She didn’t have time to finish her sentence. I reached across her and flung her door open while I undid her seat-belt. She tries to grab the door frame but I was too quick and strong, and I shove her out just as the demonic entity crashes into the side of the car.

The car tips over the edge and the last thing I see before the car plunges into Potomac River is Lopez’s reaching her arm out for me and screaming my name. I take one last look, and one last deep breath as the car crashes into the water.

To be continued.