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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2021 2:43:47 GMT -5
[M#01] OPENING DOUBLE MAIN EVENT PINFALL, SUBMISSION, OR ESCAPE SINGLES CAGE MATCH
KIERA KATHARSIES VS CHRIS CHAOS
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Former Champion
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Post by KiKi Kartharsies on Aug 5, 2021 15:29:55 GMT -5
The scene bleakly comes into focus upon an older gentleman driving a vehicle. Silence surrounds the direct area. Suddenly the silence is broken by a female voice so the scene shifts to the back seat of the vehicle. It is none other than the crazed and maniacal Kiera Kartharsies from World Wrestling Headquarters’ Sanatorium.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Excuse me sir. Um. Where in the hell are you taking us?” The scene shifts back to the driver. A strange and inquisitive look falls over his face.DRIVER: Um. I am taking you, the singular one of you, to a place called Serenity California. The scene shifts back to Kiera. And it is obvious that she wasn’t aware of this ride or destination. She asks another question.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Where did you pick us up?” Another shift to the driver. His face still screwed up in an inquisitive look before responding.DRIVER: “I picked you up outside the South Pointe casino and hotel.” Again back to KiKi. She shakes her head quickly.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Well you can stop and let us out here.” She looks strained as though she is resisting something or the other personality within the body. The driver responds.DRIVER: “Are you sure Miss? We are in the middle of nowhere. And the desert.” KiKi nods quickly. So the driver does begin to slow the vehicle and off to the side of the road.DRIVER: “Your total is….” KiKi just tosses a wad of cash at him and gets out of the vehicle and begins walking the opposite direction from where they were originally heading.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “What in the blue hell are you doing Kiera?” The voice is stern, and very demanding. Now her voice changes. Sounding soft and innocent.KIERA KARTHARSIES: “I don’t know. I really don’t remember what happened. We were up in the room, then we are here.”
KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Jesus fucking Christ Kiera. It was something cast out into the atmosphere that was drawing us back to the Asylum. You didn’t feel the pressure?” KiKi shook her head quickly.KIERA KARTHARSIES: “No I didn’t. Like I said we were watching a black and white movie, then we are here. Do we need to go to the Asylum?”
KIKI KARTHARSIES: “We don’t need to go there. It is done. It’s gone Kiera. We are free from that. I just don’t understand what was that impulse. The draw on you. Thank fucking God you have me Kiera otherwise you would probably be locked away in that hellhole getting fondled and played with by those orderly fucks that don’t like to follow instructions and rules.”
KIERA KARTHARSIES: “What if it isn’t gone now? Maybe Eden came back and fixed it up again?”
KIKI KARTHARSIES: “No. Quit being so fucking nieve Kiera. There is something more sinister behind it. I can’t believe it took me this long to figure it out. Now I’m gonna have to get us back to Vegas.”
KIERA KARTHARSIES: “I don’t wanna go back there KiKi. I got dumped again and I just want to go to a safeplace. You know, like the Asylum.”
KIKI KARTHARSIES: “That is not a safeplace Kiera. Jesus. Wake the fuck up. Wait.” The anger in her tone shifts.KIERA KARTHARSIES: “What?”
KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Maybe the fighting has started back up though? No that can’t be. They would have emailed us or called us. They knew our spot we would go after winning fights. Did you check the email recently.”
KIERA KARTHARSIES: “Um. No. The last time I checked it was back in May. That was the one that said that the Asylum was broken or something and we didn’t need to check back in.”
KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Well that pull was strong and I felt it coming from that dingy, cold and dark place. How exactly I know that I can’t tell you, that is also a weird thing that you didn’t feel the pull.”
KIERA KARTHARSIES: “I’m sorry KiKi.”
KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Just shut up and let me think and get us back to the hotel.” Kiera or KiKi actually both of them walk along the dirt shoulder of the highway they were on, heading toward the lights of Las Vegas in the distance. Will they figure out what happened to them? Is it possible that the Asylum, the Sanatorium is actually back up and running again? What does this mean for the inmates, the patients, and especially KiKi and Kiera? Stay tuned. Just then the scene twists and swirls into darkness.{~}-----------------------------------------------{~} KIERA KARTHARSIES: “There it is KiKi. Right there on the screen. Some event happening this upcoming weekend and it’s called Silence.”
KIKI KARTHASIES: “I see it Kiera. But why is it Sly sending the email and not Eden?” The scene comes into focus upon a computer screen with an email message sent from the official Doctor Sly account that shows the show card for Silence. A return show for the World Wrestling Headquarters.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Did Sly do something to Eden? I wouldn’t put it past him. Wait.”
KIERA KARTHARSIES: “What?” As Kiera asks the question, her hands float over the keyboard of the computer pulling up a newsfeed from northern California.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “A beast of unknown origin tore through a building, I’m assuming it is the Sanatorium last week. Hmmmm?”
KIERA KARTHARSIES: “What are we going to do about who we are facing in the fight thing?”
KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Shit. I need to be in charge of this too. Fuck. God I wish you weren’t such a fucking weakling.”
KIERA KARTHARSIES: “I’m not weak.”
KIKI KARTHARSIES: “HA HA HA! Really? When did you stand up and take care of yourself when shit got difficult or dangerous? Name one time since the day you could form memories?” ]A short silence falls between the two entities within one body. The female body is stunning with a phenomenal white skin. Covered in a cotton shirt that is torn in random places revealing scars and other things upon the flesh of the young woman. A torn sheer black shirt adorns over the cotton shirt. A short skirt over torn stockings.KIERA KARTHARSIES: “Um… That one time at the river with that boy from the foster family?”
KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Oh you mean that time he called you a scared little kitten for not taking the rope swing. I did the swing Kiera. You bottled up and began to cry, thank god I covered that up quick enough he didn’t notice and swang across the creek landing perfectly. You see Kiera, without me you would probably be dead or on brain numbing medication to where the ability to form free thoughts and the words that come from those thoughts. Just accept it Kiera. You need me otherwise you would have never captured that trinket that you so ignorantly let that Jones fuck capture from you. That was you. That was all you. I did nothing in that fight.” The woman sits in the chair, tucking her hands between her slender thighs as she begins to rock back and forth.KIERA KARTHARSIES: “But why do you have to be so vicious and so angry with your words?”
KIKI KARTHARSIES: “If I’m not then they won’t ever respect you or me for that matter. And that is exactly what I am going to have to do with this Chaos fellow. Just go relax in the corner of our mind where you are safe from the violence and vicious words you don’t like. We will go to the Asylum when I am fucking ready.” Silence falls in the room, she stops rocking and sits up straight. She turns to the screen of the computer and quickly floats her fingers over the keyboard and goes to the official website for World Wrestling Headquarters.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Well then. It does seem to be under some new management of some sort. The site is different from what it was months ago. I will get down to this Eden and Sly situation. But first.” She clicks the mouse pointer on a button on the website that says “Promo Submission.” As she clicks on it, the screen illuminates fully upon her. She smiles in a maniacal manner as she stands and moves the chair away from her but within arm’s reach.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Let the shit talk flow. Record.” Suddenly the point of view switches to the angle of the computer on the desk, the footage is grainy and has a steady pulse of a line on the left hand side of the screen. KiKi stands there, her arms folded over her chest. She takes a deep breath as though to prepare for a long string of words.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Chaos. The Chaotic One. One half of the Iconoclast team. A champion. Basically a trinket holder now. Well it also seems you have a criminal record which is the reason why you are a part of the Asylum. Sanatorium. In case you have yet to realize who the hell I am, I am KiKi. KiKi Kartharsies. The truly crazy one that resides in the vessel. I so badly want to leave this pile of shit skin but it is where I was sent. Sent by who? Might be your question. I was sent by the soul of this woman, well this little girl. She needed someone or something to stand up to those that mistreated her. Those that knocked her down and kept her down.” She takes a small pause, and she grabs the chair she moved a few moments ago and leans on it in front of her. Her dark eyes filled with fire and hatred are focused solely on the computer screen or camera.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “One of the biggest mistakes I made recently was allowing Kiera full control. When I did she ended up losing our trinket that I busted my little ass to capture in the first place. Kiera was being manipulated and puppeteered by Sin. I saw it. I took over when it was necessary and put Sin her rightful place.” Suddenly her hands grip the back of the chair tightly. Her knuckles white. Her hands trembling. Through gritted teeth.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “No. NO! Kiera. I am in control. I DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS FOR SIN RIGHT NOW!!” Her words come out strained but powerful. Not exactly yelling but her coarse voice coming through clearly and getting her point across.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “SO WHAT KIERA! LET ME DO THIS FUCKING RECORDING THING!” Her hands continue to tremble for a couple more moments before they stop, her knuckles begin to regain their color as her grip slowly loosens upon the back of the chair.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Now where the fuck was I? Ahh yes. The Sin fight therapy thing where I was able to capture that gold trinket. We were scheduled to defend it against a female that we have had success against both her and I. So I left it up to her to hold onto it, once again failure. Wait. None of this is important to the current subject matter. This is all farts in the wind right? It only matters to me. Chris none of this matters to you. It all pretty much happened before you were dragged into the dingy halls of the Asylum. So let me discuss what really matters right now.” KiKi lets out this strange little chuckle. It was a bit freaky.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “I finally was able to see that you and I are locked in for this cage style fight where we can win by pinning you, making you cry uncle or we escape the structure itself. I have been in one of these before. I actually emerged in a way that most couldn’t understand then. Are you ready for the unexpected Chris? I am. Your name seems to state that you are ready for anything and everything. You thrive. As do I. Chaos is the whirlwind of keeping Kiera in check and making sure I don’t actually murder fuckers in that basement for every show that we are booked in. Wait. Oh yeah. This fight will not be happening in the basement of the Asylum. No it will be taking place in San Diego in this fancy schmancy place. Hmmmm? No. Don’t think that way KiKi.” She chuckles again; she then spins the chair around quickly and sits down on it, reverse. Straddling the back of the chair.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Violence is in the nature of us all. Most of those supposed normal people stifle their violent tendencies. Kiera is one of those stupid people. You see Chris, you and I happen to cut from the same kind of cloth, not from the same sheet though. Why do I say that? Because I am far more violent than you. I do not care about the feelings of those around you or those that are at home paying their couch potato money to see the violence then cringe blood spilt. I love the sight of blood. So much so I made this vessel bleed. Also this thing needs scars, it was pretty much pristine. Even the light complexion that I am in was gorgeous. I hated it. I had to do something to fix it. So I did. I cut up the arms, the legs, I even made the head bleed. Kiera. She was in pain and hated what I did. You have someone or something inside like me Chris? That dark prince? That dark hatred for the world that is willing to do anything to protect the persona you present to the world? To those that you love? I am that. I am always lurking waiting for Kiera to make a retarded decision.” KiKi shakes her head side to side as though disappointed. She folds her arms over the top back of the chair and lightly rests her chin upon her forearms. A crooked smile grows upon her face.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Some look at me like I am evil. I’m crazy even. So what. I couldn’t give a shit less about their perception of me. I really don’t give a shit what they think about Kiera. I’m willing to ruin any possible relationships she has built to protect her. She is too weak to handle the real world. You agree Chris? You have that innocent side too. But it might be completely gone or stuffed down. That’s good. I am coming close to achieving that with this vessel. Put Kiera into hibernation on a permanent basis. What are you looking for in this therapy session Chris? Are you thinking that because you are male, larger, even stronger than me that this will be a breeze for you? I think maybe there are a few people you need to chat with about how wrong they were in that thinking. There is a list, I ain’t going to name them now. Just check the back catalog of the fight therapy sessions that my hand was raised in survival as Kiera puts it, but it was total and complete victory. I am not an easy target. There are two cops in New York that know that. There is a family torn apart because one man in that house thought I was easy pickins for his perverted brain and weasel dick. I killed that man. I had to because Kiera wasn’t able to do so. She was willing to accept that kind of attention from a person that was supposed to be a protector to her. A father figure as they say in all the ridiculous family books out there. So Chaos, Mister Chris Chaos. What might be your thoughts as the date approaches? Maybe I should attempt to tap into the real Chris. Christopher Jackson.” She pauses a moment as she lifts her chin slightly off her forearms.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “Christopher Jackson. A beautiful and poetic name. One that seems to stem from some kind of religious point of view. I don’t really care though. I am tapping into this person. The one Chaos wishes to hide from the world. Was it you Jackson that carried the name and pride of your father’s father? Was it you that displayed athletic prowess in the world of professional wrestling? Was it you that put yourself or Chaos into the top fifty fighters of all time in this other place that has no Asylum or Sanatorium? Or was it you Chaos that took over and made the cemented legacy that is in your distant past? Honestly.” KiKi maniacally laughs for a brief moment, extending her arms over the back of the chair, just her elbows resting on the chair.KIKI KARTHARSIES: “I couldn’t care less either way. I just know that we will be entering a chain link cage. A place I am all too familiar with, whether it is literal or mentally created. I can escape no matter the situation. What makes this one fun for me is the chance to force you to bleed. Gush the crimson red. I want to do it so fast that your blue oxygenated blood spills shortly before it turns crimson. I have not been able to do any of this for what seems like ages, only a few months. You are the target. You are the next one to fall to this small petite and fair skinned vessel to send you crying all the way to the infirmary. Begging to be sent away so you wouldn’t have to deal with this type of craziness. Blood lust more than the past conquering heroes of the world. You're the foe. You're the enemy. You're the imagined devil with a bent pitchfork. I am the hero in this story, I guess you can call me your anti-hero. Silence is deafening. So is your defeat.” She tilts her head slightly, smiles in a way that can only be described as vicious. She closes the computer, sending everything into darkness.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2021 5:28:17 GMT -5
The ashes and rubble were familiar to him. His feet crunched over the dirt, ash and rubble as he took slow deliberate steps."All that is left, Pedro....."He picked up a piece of dark dust and let it run through his fingers. It blew away softly in the slight Florida breeze. "I was in a bad situation.....and I did what thought I needed to do. I did the only thing in my mind that made sense to me." He looked a the plot of land around him, 90 percent of which was charred and scorched. "What I couldn't do with words and phrases, I did with gasoline and flame. What I didn't want in my life anymore, I took out forever." He watched the ocean breeze ruffle the trees. As the branches rustled and the leaves made that familiar quiet click, he could almost hear the screams."I still hear the voices. I still hear the screams. I still smell the flesh. But unlike before, I no longer battle with it. I accept it. When I am in a jam, Kiki, I don't sulk. I don't walk around wanting everyone to feel sorry for me and say poor me. I don't want people looking at me as a charity case. So I do something about it. I understand that you haven't been around the wrestling business as long as I have so therefore do not have the experience, but Kiki, to poor sad soul.......you just don't have the killer instinct needed. It's simple. You dress up like Halloween lawn decoration, and for what? To LOOK scary? The illusion, the cruel, cruel illusion, of making people think you're insane. You aren't. You just would like to be. You'd like to be the hero, but all you are is inferior."
They pounded on the doors and windows, but there was nowhere to go. Each one was vice-tight. The smoke seared their lungs, and made it torture to inhale even the slightest.
The window's were an eternity away, but they needed to fight through the rubble to get to it. Maybe, just maybe, if they could get to a window they could somehow break it. Something....anything......
Their skin felt as though it had been in an oven for an hour, and their mouths tasted as though they had been chewing on cotton for days.
"I have risen through the ranks to become to most powerful and influential superstar on this roster. Everything that happens here is either because of me or in a reaction to something I had a hand in. Kiki, you are nothing but a pawn in my chess game. You have been interesting so far to say the least, but the company wouldn't shed a tear if you were gone. Nor would the world. They NEED me, they WANT you. There is a difference there. You spend your promo's talking to yourself and taking Uber rides, but want to come off as some entity that should have the average competitor shaking in his boots. I Didn't realize Sephora had a sharpie aisle. You're an image, a gimmick, a second rate stooge who thinks that because she has an idiom of talent that she commands respect. You don't command respect, you demand it. Demand it without having earned it. Your mouth looks like an asshole trying to push out bubble gum, and what comes out of it is about the same."
The floor was collapsing beneath them. Where the hell were the police and firefighters? Why hadn't their alarm went off? And oh god, where were the kids?
The sound was a loud roar. She wasn't even sure fire made a sound......but this was 50 thousand times louder than thunder pounding. And it was constant. It was so bright. So fucking bright.
Her "husband" had made it to the front door. It did not budge. He tried kicking it. It was seemingly reinforced with something. Why wasn't it budging?
She coughed again, it hurt her throat.
She needed to get to that window.
It seemed like a football field away.
A literal eternity.
"Kiki, your finisher is called Maniacal Twister. How fitting. Because that is what you are running into at Silence. An F5 on a path of destruction that cannot be stopped. It's also ironic that your other primary finisher is called Alarm Bells, which should be going off in that multi-colored head of yours right about this time. There are levels to this game, girlie. There is a pecking order. There is a way of doing things. There is an earning system in play. Sure, a win here would be HUGE for you whereas a loss from me wouldn't matter in the long run, but a win for me over you----just a shoulder shrug. You see, winning for you is a hopeful occurrence, for me it's expected. I expect to win every time I step into that ring. You just hope you can....... Wouldn't that just be neat?You've made a name for yourself here because WWHQ has always been in the minor leagues. While I was racking up titles and leave bodies in my wake against the best competition in the world, you were here hiding under Eden's wing, picking and choosing your wars. You being a name to watch for here is laughable, really, when you see who I have been in the ring against. I have walked with legends, you've only watched us on TV. Hell my own tag team partner, Gabe Reno, is one of the best in the world. Have you bothered to look up our history? Have you bothered to see the absolute devastation we have brought to each other inside that ring, much less our opponents? Or have you been too busy patting your own back and talking to yourself, babbling on about how Chris Chaos can't be that good. Oh how delusion can be a son-of-a-bitch.""Help!" she called out, but knew she wasn't talking to anyone in particular. There was nobody there. Nobody to help.
The clock fell off the wall as it melted away. The drywall had a large hole. The couch ripped and split in front of her. She made her move. Running at full speed but hardly moving, she darted across the floor with speed she didn't even think possible until this moment. Using agility she never knew she had, she jumped over the couch. Landing harder than she would have liked on the floor, she hobbled to the window. Locked. Of course.
She had to break it.
She brought the side of her fist to the glass.Then again.A third time.
"You are the target. You are the next one to fall to this small petite and fair skinned vessel to send you crying all the way to the infirmary. Begging to be sent away so you wouldn’t have to deal with this type of craziness. Blood lust more than the past conquering heroes of the world. You're the foe. You're the enemy. You're the imagined devil with a bent pitchfork. I am the hero in this story, I guess you can call me your anti-hero. Silence is deafening. So is your defeat""Those are your words, not mine. Elegantly put, if I must admit. Poetic, if I may. Strongly worded from someone with painted on eye-brows. You've already went to Twitter, as if the match has happened and you have made it out of SILENCE as the victor.....disrespectful, if nothing else. Let me just inform you now, that your level of "crazy" is my level of foreplay. I like it a little crazy. In fact, I prefer it. You have blood lust? Good. You will need it more than you care to know, young-one. I am the enemy? I am the foe? I am the devil? You're goddamn right.
I am what nightmares of made of, little girl. Freddy Kruger has wet dreams about me. I am nothing but a trinket holder, isn't that what you said? What is the point of living if you aren't winning? The point of competing for no prize? Every win matters, of course, even the little ones. If Alabama football loses to LSU or to the Citadel, it's still a loss, no matter the prestige of the opponent. You're in it to win it or you shouldn't be in it all. 'Kiera', your biggest problem isn't a lack of talent, it is a lack of humility. You claim you are studying me, monitoring me, trying to learn my ways, yadda yadda. Praise be to Chaos, I get it. Drool over how good I've been, go ahead. But then you claim you are studying me so you can take my throne? Studying me so you can sit on the chair atop the mountain, is that what you want to do? Am I fading to obscurity or maybe going deaf? Did I hear this correctly? Not so fast sweet-cheeks, slow your roll with the murderous rage......I AM JUST GETTING STARTED. But that is the beauty of chaos....it can change in the snap of a finger. It's kind of like life. You just never know what is coming next. That is why I do what I do. That is why I am who I am. You can make a big deal about my recent, rather turbulent history, but you fail to look at my history because it scars you worse than those scars on your flesh. Let me make this as clear as I can here, because comprehension clearly isn't your strong suit. These titles, this division, this COMPANY, is mine. I am the supreme being overlooking the land and right now Kiki, you are the simple serf who is making sure the radish's stay watered. You're stuck in the field yet you are saying "one day I will be king". Kiki......baby steps. Try to get inside the castle first before you try to take a stab at the biggest throne in professional wrestling, the one I currently sit upon.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed something. Something.....someone.
Trying to look while fumbling with the window lock, it looked like a human. Oh yes! Yes! Maybe he could help!
The fire rushed behind her, she could hear it. Feel it on the back of her legs.
She slammed on the window as hard as she could again, and couldn't even hear the rapping sound it made. She felt it, but her silent slams were seemingly doing nothing. The figure on the lawn moved closer. Too slow, much to slow!
Walk faster, my god walk faster!
She heard her husband yell, and saw the bottom of his pants on fire as he backed into a corner.
"The doors and window's have all been sealed, Maureen, this place is a vault! A trap! Someone did this!"
He winced as the fire ate away his socks.
“Violence is in the nature of us all. Most of those supposed normal people stifle their violent tendencies. Kiera is one of those stupid people. You see Chris, you and I happen to cut from the same kind of cloth, not from the same sheet though. Why do I say that? Because I am far more violent than you.
He bends down, picking up some more dirt. There is a small, silver shine coming through the dirt. Pushing a small piece aside, he sees it is an earring. Or, was.
"Well fuck me sideways. More violent than I? I commend you for the bravery in your statement, but in case your brain is more mush than originally anticipated, let me clue you in. I MADE A NAME FOR MYSELF IN A CAGE VERY SIMILAR TO THIS ONE. I won the Universal Title inside an Elimination Chamber, and defended it inside a Hell in the Cell. I've done unforgivable things to an uncountable amount of people. I have thrived off of violence, I have made it my M.O, of sorts. You, more violent than me? More violent than me? You see, I have risen from the ashes. I had nothing left when I got here. I had no career anymore, I no longer had the love of my life, and I was out of shape. Body, heart and spirit were all gone. XWF burned it all away. Scorched it to nothing but ashes and rubble. But as I walk through these ashes and rubble, and see now the truth. I came up from nothing. This success is self made through simply wanting it more than anyone else. Putting in the necessary effort and doing absolutely anything to anyone in my path that I deemed necessary. This rubble symbolizes my life and this little "success story" of mine that you went out of your way to point out......it came from simply this...nothing."
He bent down and picked up what looked to be a piece of a teddy bear. It was so burned that it was hardened to fossil thickness.
"They took everything from me, so I took everything from them. That is what I do. Phoenix Wrestling closed their doors shortly after releasing me--because they realized that I was their rock. I was their anchor. I was their sanity within the chaos. Same with XWF and their impending fate. I am the rock that this place sits on and anything that challenges that will be burned to rubble, to ashes, you included."
She recognized the person on their lawn. He had shoulder length blonde hair--this stood out because he was wearing all black. Her husbands screams echoed with the roar, adding a sort of evil harmony to the tune of death.
Too late for him, she whipped her head back around as the fire engulfed her legs and waist. She looked dead into the eyes of the man on the lawn.
He stared back at her.
Mouthing help, mouthing please, slamming the window again she could see the man smiling. He waved to her as if waving goodbye.....a surreal, slow wave and a smile that tore her heart out worse than any flames could ever do.
Looking into the house the man saw this witch of a woman slamming the window and he assumed she was yelling....
Screaming.
As the fire raced up and covered the figurine in the window he dropped to his knees.
The last sight she saw was the man dropping to his knees on the wet grass, rain engulfing him as the flames engulfed her.
"CHRIS!" she yelled as she felt her throat melt.
"Maureen" he said under his breath.
The damp grass felt cool on his cloth-laden knees.
Ring around the rosy Pocket full of posies Ashes, ashes We all fall down Ring Around the Rosie What do you suppose we Can Do To Fight the Darkness In Which We Drown
Ring Around The Rosie This Evil Thing, It Knows Me Lost Ghosts Surround Me
I can't fall down
Down on his knees he felt them. He felt Maureen and Dan Dagastino. He felt the presence of the life he ruined, the family he crumbled, the careers that disappeared into the night.
He set a bloody rosary necklace down on the old rubble lot.
Kiki Kartharsies was a shaky foundation to begin with. All that was left to do was light the match and watch her implode.
Kiki's hopes and dreams would crumble at the feet of Chris Chaos......
......While Chris's flame would forever burn.
ASHES TO ASHES THE GIRL FALLS DOWN
LET THE CHAOS IN
WWHQ TAG TEAM CHAMPION: 1x
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