Potential Nightmare (3 of 3)
Oct 2, 2021 0:34:58 GMT -5
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Post by DiOGee on Oct 2, 2021 0:34:58 GMT -5
"Ugh.." The grunting of his voice is heard inside of a metal dumpster. His fingertips reach over the edge as Jason Cashe pulls up and crawls out of the trash filled hot box of flavors and fumes. Hitting the ground, he groans and moans. "Where am I?" Asking to himself, he lifts his face as his tongue pushes through the gap in his upper teeth. This wasn't the Jason of today, he was missing front teeth, his bearded face was that of a homeless man. "What the fuck?!"
Scrambling to his feet, he races down the alleyway in which he found himself in. The brightness of the day opened up as he came out from between the buildings, he turned to the left and found a large glass window. His reflection informed him of what he expected. "Gawd, I looked like a wreck.."
"Here sir!" A voice spoke out behind him but in the reflection of the window, he recognized the face. Turning to face her, it was Tara Fenix. His girlfriend but she didn't recognize him.
"Baby Blue?" Cashe asks in a question but there was no question, it was her. Her eyebrows curl, confused.
"I'm sorry?" She forced a smile then added. "You have an Xtreme day!" Leaving in a hurry, she seemed to have been weirded out by his presence.
"An Xtreme day? She didn't recognize me?" There was a let down in his voice as another filled his hearing.
"Can you blame her? You smell pretty bad right now.."
Twisting around, Cashe comes face to face with Cyrus Riddle. "When did you get here?" It looked like Riddle but Riddle hasn't changed his appearance in years. What a basic bitch huh? Looking around, Cashe wasn't even sure where 'here' was and asked such. "Where are we anyway?"
Nodding, Riddle looks past Cashe with a grave stare in his eyes. "There. Look.."
Turning in circles was becoming a habit for Cashe. As he turned to see what Riddle was staring at, Cashe's jaw dropped. "Whaaat the fuck?!"
Billboards. Some were digital, some the typical kind. Global Educational System. An Insurance Company promoting a sale when you bundle your Life Insurance and Time Machines. The digital screen was showing Sporting Events and all of it was sponsored by the same Organization. Cashe mutters the three initials.
"X-W-F?"
"Yeah, this.. Everything here is operated by them. They've become a Superpower." Riddle can hardly believe it himself.
"Heh.. Booshit! You serious?!"
"I am. I was in that Diner trying to find information. I woke up in a booth. There was a newspaper that said the year was 2040. I think we're in the future."
Cashe was shaking his head. No way this was real. Why was Riddle here and was this his dream or his partners? Maybe Riddle wasn't real either. "So that explains why Tara ignored me and why I'm missing the smile bones!"
"Yeaah.. Speaking of Tara.." Riddle responds, hesitating in his vocals.
"What about her?" Cashe gives Riddle a stare.
"She is everywhere.."
"Yooo that's my girl! What are you trying to say, man!?"
Riddle again nods in another direction as his eyes lead the way. Cashe looks and his jaw drops. There were one, two, three, four Taras gathered together at a table outside of a Diner. "Four? I dunno if I got stamina like that yo!" All that could be concerned about and that's where his first thought went.
"It's worse. It seems the other women I've seen are.. Your exes. Tara just out numbers them."
"Yeah, I need to wake up now.. I'm not vibing with this dream." With his face scrunched up, Cashe shakes his head 'no'. He just knew a dream like this couldn't end well.
"I don't think it's that easy.. Freddy has us here." Riddle's words caught Cashe by surprise but should it have? The only difference now was that Riddle was here. Tara was referenced and XWF apparently won at Monopoly. "I saw him.."
"Where?" Cashe asks but has his eyes on one of the Taras that pass by.
"Teaching Special Ed children how to read. One looked like Jason Voorhees.."
Cashe was smiling at Tara as she crossed to the other side of the street. Sighing, he turns back to Riddle. "Funny."
"Why does he want us both here though?" Riddle responds. It was a strange setting.
"Hello there, handsome!"
"Finally!" Cashe exclaims as one of the Tara Fenix' approaches. She wasn't talking to Cashe and moved directly to Riddle. Batting her eyes and smiling at him. Cashe crossed his arms and mumbled, he was very bothered.
"That's messed up!" Riddle says as he laughs.
"I wanna leave.." Cashe was being real Sassy at the moment. Suddenly the largest of the digital screens flicker and as Cashe and Riddle look, so does everyone else. People come out of buildings, TVs in the display windows switch to the broadcast. Freddy Krueger stood at a podium wearing an XWF T-Shirt. A name tag on his shirt said "Vinnie Pryce V.20". Freddy waved his gloved hand at the viewing audience.
"Fuuuck this! We need to get out of here!" Cashe blurts out and shakes away from watching. Riddle was staring with anger on his face.
"We have to stop this from happening…"
"Stop it? This is a dream state, it's not real!" Cashe argues back.
"Welcome to Dreamstreet!" Freddy opens up with a one liner.
"Trash boy band.." Cashe mutters and turns back to the screen.
"The year is 2040 and XWF has dominated not just the wrestling world, not just radio and youtube airwaves but the World! Surpassing Google, Amazon and becoming THE World Power! Hahahaha!"
His cackle could crawl under your skin. Freddy's eyes shoot to Cashe and Riddle, pointing an index finger covered in a blade at them. "On October 10th, 2021 it was YOU who fell! You who started all of this! You let this happen.."
On cue, the buildings, the people, all the Tara' and other residents of this town started catching fire. Flesh melting away as a judgement day swept over the area like a slow crawling plague. Cashe back hands against Riddle's chest and they begin to back away.
"Welcome to your Final Nightmare!" Freddy bellows out as his cackling returns.
"This way! Come on!" Cashe almost fell rushing back down the alleyway where he had started from. Riddle kept looking over his shoulder, the line of the dreamland plague crawling closer. Turning down another alley, Cashe slides to a stop. Riddle crashes into him and they both look with lifted eyebrows at what sat before them.
"Great Scott!" Cashee exclaims with excitement.
"A DeLorean! Do you think…?"
Cashe's excitement got bigger. "Time Machine!"
"Get in, I'll drive!" Riddle hurries to the driver's side. Cashe gives a little pout but the plague was rolling in, he gets in on the passenger side. "See! Even the car says 2040! Let's get outta here!" Riddle chimes in as he finds the keys in the ignition. Firing it up, the car gurgles and growls. Fiddling with the buttons, Cashe probably wasn't suited to figure out a date.
He makes the numbers change. "Go! Punch it!!" Peeling tires that light fires as the DeLorean picks up speed along the alleyway. Before they hit the wall, they disappear into a time jump. You can hear Freddy Krueger's cackle..
Scrambling to his feet, he races down the alleyway in which he found himself in. The brightness of the day opened up as he came out from between the buildings, he turned to the left and found a large glass window. His reflection informed him of what he expected. "Gawd, I looked like a wreck.."
"Here sir!" A voice spoke out behind him but in the reflection of the window, he recognized the face. Turning to face her, it was Tara Fenix. His girlfriend but she didn't recognize him.
"Baby Blue?" Cashe asks in a question but there was no question, it was her. Her eyebrows curl, confused.
"I'm sorry?" She forced a smile then added. "You have an Xtreme day!" Leaving in a hurry, she seemed to have been weirded out by his presence.
"An Xtreme day? She didn't recognize me?" There was a let down in his voice as another filled his hearing.
"Can you blame her? You smell pretty bad right now.."
Twisting around, Cashe comes face to face with Cyrus Riddle. "When did you get here?" It looked like Riddle but Riddle hasn't changed his appearance in years. What a basic bitch huh? Looking around, Cashe wasn't even sure where 'here' was and asked such. "Where are we anyway?"
Nodding, Riddle looks past Cashe with a grave stare in his eyes. "There. Look.."
Turning in circles was becoming a habit for Cashe. As he turned to see what Riddle was staring at, Cashe's jaw dropped. "Whaaat the fuck?!"
Billboards. Some were digital, some the typical kind. Global Educational System. An Insurance Company promoting a sale when you bundle your Life Insurance and Time Machines. The digital screen was showing Sporting Events and all of it was sponsored by the same Organization. Cashe mutters the three initials.
"X-W-F?"
"Yeah, this.. Everything here is operated by them. They've become a Superpower." Riddle can hardly believe it himself.
"Heh.. Booshit! You serious?!"
"I am. I was in that Diner trying to find information. I woke up in a booth. There was a newspaper that said the year was 2040. I think we're in the future."
Cashe was shaking his head. No way this was real. Why was Riddle here and was this his dream or his partners? Maybe Riddle wasn't real either. "So that explains why Tara ignored me and why I'm missing the smile bones!"
"Yeaah.. Speaking of Tara.." Riddle responds, hesitating in his vocals.
"What about her?" Cashe gives Riddle a stare.
"She is everywhere.."
"Yooo that's my girl! What are you trying to say, man!?"
Riddle again nods in another direction as his eyes lead the way. Cashe looks and his jaw drops. There were one, two, three, four Taras gathered together at a table outside of a Diner. "Four? I dunno if I got stamina like that yo!" All that could be concerned about and that's where his first thought went.
"It's worse. It seems the other women I've seen are.. Your exes. Tara just out numbers them."
"Yeah, I need to wake up now.. I'm not vibing with this dream." With his face scrunched up, Cashe shakes his head 'no'. He just knew a dream like this couldn't end well.
"I don't think it's that easy.. Freddy has us here." Riddle's words caught Cashe by surprise but should it have? The only difference now was that Riddle was here. Tara was referenced and XWF apparently won at Monopoly. "I saw him.."
"Where?" Cashe asks but has his eyes on one of the Taras that pass by.
"Teaching Special Ed children how to read. One looked like Jason Voorhees.."
Cashe was smiling at Tara as she crossed to the other side of the street. Sighing, he turns back to Riddle. "Funny."
"Why does he want us both here though?" Riddle responds. It was a strange setting.
"Hello there, handsome!"
"Finally!" Cashe exclaims as one of the Tara Fenix' approaches. She wasn't talking to Cashe and moved directly to Riddle. Batting her eyes and smiling at him. Cashe crossed his arms and mumbled, he was very bothered.
"That's messed up!" Riddle says as he laughs.
"I wanna leave.." Cashe was being real Sassy at the moment. Suddenly the largest of the digital screens flicker and as Cashe and Riddle look, so does everyone else. People come out of buildings, TVs in the display windows switch to the broadcast. Freddy Krueger stood at a podium wearing an XWF T-Shirt. A name tag on his shirt said "Vinnie Pryce V.20". Freddy waved his gloved hand at the viewing audience.
"Fuuuck this! We need to get out of here!" Cashe blurts out and shakes away from watching. Riddle was staring with anger on his face.
"We have to stop this from happening…"
"Stop it? This is a dream state, it's not real!" Cashe argues back.
"Welcome to Dreamstreet!" Freddy opens up with a one liner.
"Trash boy band.." Cashe mutters and turns back to the screen.
"The year is 2040 and XWF has dominated not just the wrestling world, not just radio and youtube airwaves but the World! Surpassing Google, Amazon and becoming THE World Power! Hahahaha!"
His cackle could crawl under your skin. Freddy's eyes shoot to Cashe and Riddle, pointing an index finger covered in a blade at them. "On October 10th, 2021 it was YOU who fell! You who started all of this! You let this happen.."
On cue, the buildings, the people, all the Tara' and other residents of this town started catching fire. Flesh melting away as a judgement day swept over the area like a slow crawling plague. Cashe back hands against Riddle's chest and they begin to back away.
"Welcome to your Final Nightmare!" Freddy bellows out as his cackling returns.
"This way! Come on!" Cashe almost fell rushing back down the alleyway where he had started from. Riddle kept looking over his shoulder, the line of the dreamland plague crawling closer. Turning down another alley, Cashe slides to a stop. Riddle crashes into him and they both look with lifted eyebrows at what sat before them.
"Great Scott!" Cashee exclaims with excitement.
"A DeLorean! Do you think…?"
Cashe's excitement got bigger. "Time Machine!"
"Get in, I'll drive!" Riddle hurries to the driver's side. Cashe gives a little pout but the plague was rolling in, he gets in on the passenger side. "See! Even the car says 2040! Let's get outta here!" Riddle chimes in as he finds the keys in the ignition. Firing it up, the car gurgles and growls. Fiddling with the buttons, Cashe probably wasn't suited to figure out a date.
He makes the numbers change. "Go! Punch it!!" Peeling tires that light fires as the DeLorean picks up speed along the alleyway. Before they hit the wall, they disappear into a time jump. You can hear Freddy Krueger's cackle..
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“Do you feel that? Can you sense it? If the fall of Rome were represented by two trailer trade representatives who can’t read or speak above a middle school level, Masters or Macabre would be the landmark even in the downfall. Bourbon… Knuckles… it’s spiraling down for you. Jason and I have given our fair share of observations, we have sent you our messages, and have divulged our plans of attack for weeks. We’ve ripped your moments to shreds, and yet, you did not retaliate. In fact, the only game you’ve been playing this entire time is defense.”
Raising his hand, Jason Cashe slaps Riddle's palm, 'tagging himself in'.
"I bet you boys are pretty angry huh? You want to beat us from our feet up. BURY Us... But to put us in that grave.. You will have to join us in that hole. Thanks for the new Header by the way, looks great! There is NOTHING shallow about this though! Let's turn Macabre into a cemetery. The plot has been picked out and prepared for burial. My state of Mind is a Dice Game and I'm willing to roll it! You are Made in XWF but that ass will be beaten in O-C-W. You've dug the hole over these last few weeks but little did you know that your reign will find its final resting place there. Rewrite the Tombstone! Riddle.. Tell em something good!"
Stepping aside, Cashe keeps his stare to the camera as Cyrus Riddle gets front and center.
“Now, I’m not sure what more needs to be done to capture your attention completely, but I know that the prospect of the OCW Tag Titles being taken from you has to sound a few alarms in those remedial minds of yours. The nails are ready, the coffins are yours to bring. The time to close mouths and use actions is upon us all, and we are more than ready to put an end to all of this.
I’ve had reigns end, I’ve seen reigns crash, I’ve watched some of the greatest ascend and fall in this business. I’ve also been fortunate enough to see my fair share of flash in the pans come and go. And do you know what they all had in common? Volume. Just as you two hold dear, the ones who never last always talk the loudest, the most obnoxious, and provide the least substance. It’s like listening to a mumble rapper in comparison to the likes of a timeless classic like Tupac Shakur.”
"We're on some Hit em Up shit!" Cashe shoulders past Riddle and cuts in. "It's no doubt fuck the clique you claim! OCW! Gang Gang, we Rep Our Thang!" Cashe throws up sign language hoping someone believes it's gang signs. Riddle continues with a smile barely appearing on his face.
“The most glaring omission you two have mistakenly held onto through this entire situation is our longevity. You spit on our pasts, resent our previous employers, but fail to recognize that we are more than associates to your enemies. We’ve outlasted many companies, many allies, many enemies, and more than enough trials.”
Cashe tags in, palm to his chest, he lets his excitement calm down.
"Now you won't catch either of us calling ourselves Legends. We've not even done shit in OCW, we're new here, fresh meat. On that front, you two have more on the plate. You have earned your reputation in XWF and you have the Tag Titles in OCW as well but boys? Bastards? This is the moment that WE add to ours. We put some of that reputation on our plate under the banner of OCW! You sparked the first flame to ignite the fire that is this Inter Promotional Fight! This war, these lines being drawn in the sand started because of you two!
Yet it isn't your names that have made the most noise. James Raven. Thaddeus Duke. Betsy Granger. Those names have turned heads while you two have just been good dogs in the yard that don't venture too far from where you are best FED.. Now I see you have some interest in Methew Knox's Tag Tournament and I hope you get that chance. To prove that The No Good Bastards ARE as good as you appear to be but at the Masters of Macabre? You'll be former OCW Tag Champions! Break us to keep us from accomplishing this.. I'm anxious for the opportunity to share the ring with you, I look forward to standing over you with OUR HANDS RAISED!"
A cue card falls to the floor, Cashe hurries to kick it off screen. Turning, Cashe walks away as Riddle steps forward.
“This is our fight to win. Quite frankly, the entire one company versus another narrative doesn’t mean fuck all to me, this is about the tangible rewards involved. Those titles are not a lifesaver, but they are a validation of what we are capable of in terms of team chemistry. With or without them, we still rise and we still remain authentic in a business and a world that’s forever changing and conforming to the next trend. Days from now, four men enter that ring, two men walk away proud. You’re coming into my home, stepping into our ring, and volunteering yourselves for the very first exhibition of pain and violence the likes of which you have never experienced or felt before. Every word, every action, every thought of success, it leads us to moments like these. Riddle, Cashe… Dead on Arrival, but soldiers eternal, and generals in a ring that you should be thanking us for even stepping into with you. Be it friends, enemies, Kingdoms, or Omertas, we are the common factor of victory.”
"YEAH! Bitch.." Cashe holds up an OCW T-Shirt to represent the side they are on.
“Do you feel that? Can you sense it? If the fall of Rome were represented by two trailer trade representatives who can’t read or speak above a middle school level, Masters or Macabre would be the landmark even in the downfall. Bourbon… Knuckles… it’s spiraling down for you. Jason and I have given our fair share of observations, we have sent you our messages, and have divulged our plans of attack for weeks. We’ve ripped your moments to shreds, and yet, you did not retaliate. In fact, the only game you’ve been playing this entire time is defense.”
Raising his hand, Jason Cashe slaps Riddle's palm, 'tagging himself in'.
"I bet you boys are pretty angry huh? You want to beat us from our feet up. BURY Us... But to put us in that grave.. You will have to join us in that hole. Thanks for the new Header by the way, looks great! There is NOTHING shallow about this though! Let's turn Macabre into a cemetery. The plot has been picked out and prepared for burial. My state of Mind is a Dice Game and I'm willing to roll it! You are Made in XWF but that ass will be beaten in O-C-W. You've dug the hole over these last few weeks but little did you know that your reign will find its final resting place there. Rewrite the Tombstone! Riddle.. Tell em something good!"
Stepping aside, Cashe keeps his stare to the camera as Cyrus Riddle gets front and center.
“Now, I’m not sure what more needs to be done to capture your attention completely, but I know that the prospect of the OCW Tag Titles being taken from you has to sound a few alarms in those remedial minds of yours. The nails are ready, the coffins are yours to bring. The time to close mouths and use actions is upon us all, and we are more than ready to put an end to all of this.
I’ve had reigns end, I’ve seen reigns crash, I’ve watched some of the greatest ascend and fall in this business. I’ve also been fortunate enough to see my fair share of flash in the pans come and go. And do you know what they all had in common? Volume. Just as you two hold dear, the ones who never last always talk the loudest, the most obnoxious, and provide the least substance. It’s like listening to a mumble rapper in comparison to the likes of a timeless classic like Tupac Shakur.”
"We're on some Hit em Up shit!" Cashe shoulders past Riddle and cuts in. "It's no doubt fuck the clique you claim! OCW! Gang Gang, we Rep Our Thang!" Cashe throws up sign language hoping someone believes it's gang signs. Riddle continues with a smile barely appearing on his face.
“The most glaring omission you two have mistakenly held onto through this entire situation is our longevity. You spit on our pasts, resent our previous employers, but fail to recognize that we are more than associates to your enemies. We’ve outlasted many companies, many allies, many enemies, and more than enough trials.”
Cashe tags in, palm to his chest, he lets his excitement calm down.
"Now you won't catch either of us calling ourselves Legends. We've not even done shit in OCW, we're new here, fresh meat. On that front, you two have more on the plate. You have earned your reputation in XWF and you have the Tag Titles in OCW as well but boys? Bastards? This is the moment that WE add to ours. We put some of that reputation on our plate under the banner of OCW! You sparked the first flame to ignite the fire that is this Inter Promotional Fight! This war, these lines being drawn in the sand started because of you two!
Yet it isn't your names that have made the most noise. James Raven. Thaddeus Duke. Betsy Granger. Those names have turned heads while you two have just been good dogs in the yard that don't venture too far from where you are best FED.. Now I see you have some interest in Methew Knox's Tag Tournament and I hope you get that chance. To prove that The No Good Bastards ARE as good as you appear to be but at the Masters of Macabre? You'll be former OCW Tag Champions! Break us to keep us from accomplishing this.. I'm anxious for the opportunity to share the ring with you, I look forward to standing over you with OUR HANDS RAISED!"
A cue card falls to the floor, Cashe hurries to kick it off screen. Turning, Cashe walks away as Riddle steps forward.
“This is our fight to win. Quite frankly, the entire one company versus another narrative doesn’t mean fuck all to me, this is about the tangible rewards involved. Those titles are not a lifesaver, but they are a validation of what we are capable of in terms of team chemistry. With or without them, we still rise and we still remain authentic in a business and a world that’s forever changing and conforming to the next trend. Days from now, four men enter that ring, two men walk away proud. You’re coming into my home, stepping into our ring, and volunteering yourselves for the very first exhibition of pain and violence the likes of which you have never experienced or felt before. Every word, every action, every thought of success, it leads us to moments like these. Riddle, Cashe… Dead on Arrival, but soldiers eternal, and generals in a ring that you should be thanking us for even stepping into with you. Be it friends, enemies, Kingdoms, or Omertas, we are the common factor of victory.”
"YEAH! Bitch.." Cashe holds up an OCW T-Shirt to represent the side they are on.
