Supreme Championship Wrestling

PART 1 OF 2.


I hate you all.

If you need to ask me or even yourself why, I hate you.  99.9 percent of you out there always want things to go your way.  You put on the pouty faces.  You show off those puppy dog or sad eyes.  You stamp your feet and yell out in protest, all until you get what you want.  It is pathetic.  I am glad I am not like a single one of you.  Even those of you who carry around gold championship belts are pathetic, because currently when I see the list of these champions all I see are people who manipulated their way towards gaining success, at one time or another in their lives.  There are many ways to manipulate the situation so it favors you, so yes even though you just lost the United States Championship to Giovanni last week Selena, you were mixed in with the others.  You just have the distinction of not being quite as bad as the others.

Anyways, as I look around, there are so few that seem to be willing to break the mold of the motif that has been built up around SCW since its inception back in 2003.  I have done my homework, amongst having to take care of my one piece of side business while I have been away since Retribution.  Now that I am back though, the boring slimy mold that is all of you is about to be cast aside.  The world needs a powerful being like me.  SCW needs me too.  None of you will agree with me and that is just fine.  You will all have to accept it, just like how I have accepted that I have been holding back for far too damn long.  I know what I am capable of, yet the rest of you have only seen the cover of the Book of Casterillo.  The question of note now is if you are ready to have to deal with its pages.  As I look around there are a scant few of you that might be up to the task that is about to be set forth before you all, but that is only because much like me, you pose a threat to the way SCW is at this current moment of time.

Xander Valentine.  I am in full favor of what you did to Mr. D.  I am not saying this to get on your good side.  I am saying it because he had it coming to him.  If you had not attacked him at Retribution, I would have done so myself.  You just happened to barely beat me to the punch.  After I saw that I was severely tempted to go after his two daughters in the same fashion, so SCW could actually have a REAL breath of fresh air.  Sadly though we are stuck with what we have, at least for now.  His two little girls should be lucky that I am giving them one last chance.  One more wrongdoing from either of them and they will be getting straw-fed.  It is pretty ridiculous already that you Xander are getting a free pass into the Taking Hold of the Flame battle royal, when I actually have to fight just to qualify.  You attacked the company's owner.  I did nothing of the sort.  If I were in charge, every single one of us would have had to qualify for the battle royal.  Every single one of us would have had to EARN our spots, whether you are held in main event regard here in SCW, or if you are just starting out in EMERGE.  That being said, I rest my case.  Sasha, after some fiascos she has had with some of the roster back around 2009 and 2010, STILL has no clue what she is doing.

Moving on, despite being many eggs short of a full carton, Giovanni Aries.  You are interesting.  Am I interested in joining your Wonderland though?  No.  However I do like that you pose a threat, same as me.  Damian Angel and Konrad Raab however do not pose a threat, so it does bewilder me why you are interested in the two of them following you.  They have both shown their many flaws.  The world is familiar with them.  

However the world is not familiar with what is about to happen.  You are ALL about to see what happens when desperately needed change is brought to SCW, not by a mere mortal, but by me.  It is about to be written.  It is about to be done.  Everyone will have their precious flame put out by the one being who truly possesses the power to control whose fire burns.  Me.  Yes, you will all try, but you will all fail because you are overly desperate, overly feeling like you simply deserve to win, and unfortunately you all feel entitled.

The summary is easy to understand.  These are the reasons why I hate you all.


Sunday, March 10, 2019
Chicago, Illinois
United Center

She is nervous.  Casterillo has been gone for longer than she thought he would be.  She paces and paces until she hears something.  Her head snaps to the door.  She closes her eyes and mouselike speaks to herself.

He is here.  I told Lawrence he couldn't protect me.

Shadron looks around for another means of escape besides the door, but there is none.  She does something now that she does not like to do.  She hides, to the best of her ability.  Meanwhile he is outside picking the lock.  It takes a little time but finally the lock turns.  Ian grins, knowing now that his future is about to begin, in this very room.  Shadron is horrified as she can see him a little from her current location, way in the back of the room, behind some old shelving.

Oh come on Shadron.  Come on out.  I know you're in here.  I'm not going to hurt you or anything.  This is an overdue reunion, you know?

He pokes and peeks around, checking every nook and cranny of the room, all the way until he gets to the back.

Ah, there you are.  There is really no reason to hide from me.  I just want you to help me out, being I hear that you have some sort of powers.

She is even more mouselike than just moments ago.

No.  I will not help you.

You will.  Come with me.  You have no choice.

He takes her by the arm and goes to yank at her, but she hangs on to a piece of shelving.  He gets irritated and yanks harder, thus ripping her away from her hiding spot.  He then tackles her to the ground.  A little blood can be seen coming out of Shadron's left hand which had been holding on to a piece of the shelving.

You always loved the hard way.  Some things never change.  We will bandage that later.  Right now we need to move.

Squeaking now, Shadron belts out as loud as she can.

NO!  HELLLLLLLLLLP!!!

I didn't think I would have to resort to this, but it is what it is I guess.

Ian pulls a white cloth out of his left pants pocket and immediately shoves it right against Shadron's face.  He can hear her wail, but then he can also hear her fall silent.  He pulls her up and looks right into her eyes, which have seemingly gone into an empty trance.

Perfect.  That will be more than enough to get you out to the car.

Ian pulls Shadron along, right out of Casterillo's locker room, but forgetting to take the evidence of the cloth with him.  It sits on the floor, stained with whatever was applied to it.  With haste he hauls her straight to the parking lot, right to his car, but not too fast as he clearly does not want to raise any suspicion either.  They do make it to his car.  He forces her in and buckles up her seatbelt for her, before taking up residence in the driver's seat.

It feels great to have you back Shaddy.  We are going to have some fun, just like the good ole days.  To the hotel we go.

He puts the car into gear and makes the short drive back to the hotel.  He parks inside the parking garage, pulls Shadron from the front seat and quickly walks her in and right into the elevator.  The effects of the cloth appear to be wearing off just as the elevator door opens.

Leave me alone!

He covers her mouth with his hand and shoves her along, shoving her all the way to his assigned hotel room, and then shoving her right into it, finishing with shoving her right down onto the bed, quite forcefully.

Good.  We're alone.

He races to the door and locks it.  Shadron rolls off the bed, clearly showing fear.  He heads towards her and corners her until she is against a wall of the room, against her will.

Look.  All I want is to learn about your powers and then for you to use your powers to help me.  That's it.

This is kidnapping!

Well, you are clearly still a child, so yes, I guess that is true.  I will let you go from this wall, but please, go shower.  I won't even watch you.  I've seen you already anyways.  Nothing to lovingly stare at.  If you don't go into that bathroom I'm going to force you in.  So go.

Fine.  But he will be here.  I told him you would take me.  But I also told him to come and find me afterwards.  And he will find me.  You will be a dead man.

Oh trust me.  I won't.  He has no way in.

Yet you were the one that ran from him.  You are scared of him, as you should be.  Even I am scared of him and scared of what he can do to others.  But with you, I will not stop him from exercising his own free will.  He will find a way in.

Nope.  Go.

Ian points his left index finger towards the bathroom door.  Shadron sighs and goes, figuring she can at least be away from his presence, even if it's only for a little bit of time.

Meanwhile back at the United Center, Casterillo senses something is very wrong.  His fears are confirmed as he finds his locker room empty.  The earth trembles beneath his feet.  He closes his eyes and immediately searches for her.  It does not take long.

He is a dead man.  Do not worry.  I am coming.

His rampage begins as he stomps out of the room, and down the same path that Shadron and Ian took not all that long ago.  On his way out though he hears a commotion.  He is drawn towards it and then sees Mr. D. down and out on the ground, unbeknownst to Xander Valentine as Casterillo has hidden himself well.  Casterillo shakes his head and moves along, knowing he has a far more important matter to tend to, saving the one person he cares about most in this entire world.

As he continues to the hotel on foot, thunder can be heard rumbling in the background, and it only grows louder and louder as he walks.  The look in his eyes tells the story.  They are filling up with hatred, hatred that he wants to empty out on Ian, this ex-boyfriend who wants to take advantage of what Shadron is capable of doing.  Casterillo himself knows how important it is to make sure that does not happen.  The anger in him is about to rise to fever pitch as he enters the hotel.  The storm is about to hit.

*******

Thursday, May 30, 2019
Long Pond, Pennsylvania
Somewhere in the hills

Casterillo at the current time has eyes of glass.  They appear to be very empty.  Yet he is definitely not in some sort of comatose state.  He is all here as he speaks out loud to himself, as he is the only one out in this part of the wilderness that is the Poconos.

Soon you will all know what happened on that fateful night.  But for now you will all be left in the dark, just like how clearly Sasha wants me to be left out in the dark as far as the actual battle royal goes this Sunday.  That is why I am in this qualifying match instead of getting an automatic berth into the fray, a fray that she does not want me to have the opportunity of joining.  I actually do feel bad for the others who also find themselves in qualifying matches, as they too are victims of this Sasha Era.  To be fair she could have just made a whole slew of qualifying matches over the past several weeks, being I thought things were supposed to be a Tabula Rasa, a clean slate.  Evidently not.  It really it is the same old song and dance.

But this Sunday I will bring something fresh, and that is bringing you ALL of what I am capable of.  No longer am I going to hold back, or sit back and watch others get things that they do not deserve.  I know my two scheduled opponents will have something to say about it, but the fact of the matter is, from where I am standing, neither Alexis Quinne nor Tommy Valentine has the motivation that I do at this very damn moment.  Over these last few months that I have been out I have dealt with so damn much.  I have had my best friend kidnapped.  I have had to sit on the sidelines and watch as the lot of you continue to make sure that SCW never changes.  And I have had to take time out to think.  I thought and I thought and I thought, until a couple of weeks ago it hit me.  Instead of bottling it all up inside me, and allowing all of you to get to me...  it is time for ME to get to all of YOU!

Casterillo stamps his left foot against the earth, and then his right.

Do not consider this as an empty threat.  Consider this as what is about to happen.  And even though I have no past problems with Mr. Valentine or Miss Quinne, they are in my way. Both of you were put in my way by Sasha.  That does not sit well with me, as I deeply desire to be a part of the 40 person field that gets to take center stage this Sunday night.  That means I will do what must be done in our qualifying match.  No puppy dog eyes from Sasha will stop me this time.  I will make sure that neither of you can soldier on that night.  You will both find out after unwillingly sharing this ring with me that your lives will be forever altered.  Take Konrad Raab as the "colorful" example.  He thought his Black Ice mask would do the trick, that it would gain success for him over me, but he failed because he lost control of his emotions.  He got him disqualified at Retribution.  Not like it would have mattered anyways.  I already had the upper hand on him, and it was only a matter of time before I struck.  I was picking my spot, and then he chose to ruin the one thing that he wanted, a wrestling match with me.  But it does not matter.  What DOES matter is that I am back now and of you undeserving little people here in SCW are not going to get what you believe should be spoon-fed to you.

Alexis, Tommy, you are both about to fall.  Your flames are about to be extinguished by this powerful being that neither of you can stop.  You cannot stop a powerful being whose hatred has boiled over.  You cannot stop what is already written in the stars, when I allow them to be out.  The fates have aligned and my hatred will first be dealt out on the two of you.  The moment it is said and done, Sasha too will be filled with hate.  Hate for me, and hate for knowing that her plan for keeping me out of the Taking Hold of the Flame battle royal failed.

The next step after that is obvious, take away from each and every last person that enters that ring in the battle royal this Sunday.  You will ALL hate me, but never as much as I hate ALL OF YOU!

Casterillo swats hard at the mountain air.  He stands right where he is and listens intently, that is until he chooses to move on.  Much like he plans to move on to the big stage, after taking out his anger and frustration on not only Tommy Valentine and Alexis Quinne, but indirectly the entire D. family as well.

OOC: Pleased with how this one turned out. Each of the special guests feature with permission. Good luck to all

"A Sombre Affair"

Am I a tyrant?  Am I cruel?  Am I oppressive?

I am none of those.  Though perhaps maybe, just maybe that middle one I should allow to come out of me, right to the forefront.  It would teach every single one of you that I am not just a powerful being, but a powerful being that should never be messed with.  If that made me a tyrant in everyone's eyes, so be it.  Being called names is just stupid.  In all honesty you are making yourself out to be nothing but a bully.  So many of you are guilty of this, wrestlers and non-wrestlers alike.  It is the other thing that I have thought about while back here in the Poconos.  I have gotten to spend quite a bit of time to myself, while Shadron and my cousin Miranda have reacquainted themselves with one another.  Girl talk is something I will never get, nor do I want to.

Examining the knowns that will be taking part in the Taking Hold of the Flame battle royal, I unfortunately see a lot of bullies, and those who believe that they are right and everyone else is wrong.  I will put it this way, nice and simple.  The world is not just black or white.  It is grey.  It is subjective.  With what I have seen with my own eyes over the past few months, I am ashamed I walk the Earth with the lot of you.  Do you all have the right to your own opinion?  Absolutely.  That does NOT mean however that you need to force it upon those around you.  You do not need to look down at a single soul and demean them.

And that is why I did it.  I left my companion's ex-boyfriend in a pool of his own blood.  Yes, I left him alive, but only just.  He got everything he deserved, just like all of you soon will.  The time is coming...

*******

Sunday, March 10, 2019
Chicago, Illinois

With his heart pounding Casterillo has made his way into the hotel and up to the front desk.  He immediately makes his demand.

What room number is this guy Ian staying in?

The female clerk is immediately nervous.

W-why do you need to know sir?

If you saw a male escorting a woman with purple hair, you have your answer.  He took her.  She is my companion, not his.  Now tell me the room number, please.  It is the only time I am going to say it nicely.

The young lady fumbles as quick as she can through her computer program before just simply writing down 3 digits on a piece of notepad.  She slips Casterillo the number and he walks away.

You see?  That was not hard at all.

He looks down at it and scoffs as he sees the number 713.

Very unlucky Ian.  Very unlucky for you indeed.

Unlike Ian taking the elevator earlier which is the easy way out, Casterillo opts for the stairwell.  Will it take a little longer?  Well for any normal human being it would.  However with the way Casterillo is feeling he is virtually flying up the stairs, all the way until he sees the 7 on the door.  He pushes the door open and immediately follows the numbers right to 713.  With no hesitation he immediately begins to kick at the door, HARD, and repetitively!  Each kick gets more and more powerful.  Inside the room Ian is now the fearful one.  Shadron is still awake as well, a small smile coming to her lips, knowing that he has come to fulfill his promise to her, and to protect her.

After a few more kicks it is clear the door is coming loose from its hinges.  And then it happens, it falls straight forward, crashing down into the room with a wooden thud.  Casterillo stands tall in the doorway.  Ian turns and thinks about the window, but Casterillo runs right at him, tackling him right into the back wall of the hotel room.  Casterillo immediately stands up and yanks Ian up, much like how Ian yanked at Shadron to get her here.  He slams him HARD against the wall and holds him there with one arm as he uses his free hand to choke Ian right at the throat.

Does it seem like a good idea NOW to try to use Shadron's powers for your own fucking benefit!!!

It is not phrased as a question.

I would let you go, but you crossed a line!  Now you will face the storm.  Let the blood rain cometh!!!

Casterillo immediately begins to tee off on a now defenseless Ian.  While Shadron just moments ago was happy that he had found her, her happiness has now turned to dread.  She cannot believe how hard he is beating up the boy that used to be in her life all those years ago.  And then she sees it, blood coming right from Ian's forehead, just how blood had been coming out of her left hand.  Ian did at least bandage that up, as he had promised.  But there is no bandage for himself.  At least not one big enough as before one could count to ten, blood is spilling profusely down Ian and onto the hotel room carpeting.  Casterillo has some of it on his hands.  Shadron's dread turns to absolute horror and she cannot hold herself back from screaming.

Lawrence, stop, please!!!  You're going to kill him!!!

It takes him a few moments but he does hear her.  He spins around to her, having never seen her in such a state before.  Casterillo stands up and stomps Ian in the head once.  He looks down at him seeing the bloody mess he has created.  Ian does look lifeless, but can be seen breathing, but with lots of trouble.

I did it for you.  He will not bother you anymore.  He should not have bothered you to begin with.  Let's go.

But... but...

But what?

Never mind.  You're right.  He got the message.  Thank you Lawrence.  I'll help you get cleaned up back in our own room.

Casterillo just nods once before again looking down at the disastrous damage that he created, before he heads for the door of the room, which no longer has the door in its rightful place.  He steps around the wooden door, following by Shadron, as they leave the scene of the crime that the victim caused to begin with.  No sooner are they heading down the staircase do hotel staff arrive on the scene.

Call 911!  We have a guest down and bloodied!

The two make their way down the stairs to their own floor, to their own assigned room.  Neither of them speak a word, not now, and not even when they are back in the confines of their room.  Shadron instead takes Casterillo by the hand into their own bathroom.

Cleanse yourself Lawrence.  I will not watch if you do not wish for me to do so.  I understand privacy.

She turns to go.

Stay.

She gazes over into his eyes before speaking to him softly and caringly.

Are you sure?

Yes, but just so you know, I do not want to forget this night.  I feel as if I have already been cleansed tonight.  The blood may be washed off, but it will always remain for me.

Shadron stays quiet now as she watches him take off his shirt.  She does not move a muscle as everything else comes off of him before he steps into the shower.  He then allows the water to rain down on him, though it is clear he preferred the blood rain that he brought down upon a deserving victim.  Upon seeing his lust for it, pray for the others at Taking Hold of the Flame.  Pray for anyone who chooses to cross this powerful being.

*******

Friday, May 31, 2019
Niagara Falls, Canada
Overlooking The Horseshoe Falls

He is not far behind her, in the perfect position to protect her from anyone whom he feels is a threat to her.  At the railing Shadron sighs before reaching into her blue jean pocket and pulling out a penny that has definitely lost its shine.  She examines it for a few seconds before looking to the heavens and speaking up towards them.

They are all going to need a lot of luck.  Not to win, but to survive him.

She closes her fist that holds the penny, holding on to it tight.

From the smallest of the small to the largest of the large.  From the little girls that thinking holding championships is everything, to executioners, and to all of those in between.  I fear for you all as I have foreseen what he is about to do.  I have never been closer to him.  He has fully let me in and I can see all his thoughts as he thinks them, much like I allow him to see mine.  For so long he resisted me.  For so long he wanted our hearts to beat separately.  But now we are together in almost every single way.  I warn you all.  Death to what you know is coming.  Out with the old, and just be grateful should you survive to tell the tale...

She opens up her fist and holds it out over the railing.  She allows the penny to drop down out of her hand.  Shadron watches it bounce against the rocks and then continue its path down into the falls, to be lost forever.  She just looks down as Casterillo looks to where she stands, now speaking into the device that he has on him.  Earlier he was recording the falling water of both the Horseshoe Falls and the American Falls.  But now he uses it to record his thoughts of the moment, his final known thoughts before Taking Hold of the Flame.

I have never felt so clean.  An absolute despicable piece of garbage has been put out to pasture.  Yet I should thank him for doing what he did, as I am a changed being that is more powerful than ever before.  My companion can see that and even she is afraid.  She undoubtedly never thought this side of me would come out.  Though she knows I can be cruel when someone eggs me on, as she has once had her arm broken by none other than yours truly.  I am certain that wound never fully healed, at least not emotionally.  I undoubtedly brought back the memory of that moment when I took out her ex-boyfriend, leaving him hanging to life by a thread.  I am glad she stopped me though, as now he will have to live out the rest of miserable life.  Meanwhile I will not be miserable.  Not one bit.  I feel fresh.  I feel renewed.  I feel ready to take my rightful place, and that is to make sure none of the others of you get what you so desperately desire.

Casterillo shakes his head.

From those of you who have been here for ages like Selena Frost, Regan Street, Josh Hudson, and Xander Valentine, to those of you just attempting to make your glorious returns to SCW like Rachel Tatum Lee and undoubtedly those of you who want to hide behind masks and not reveal yourself until Sunday night... to those of you who actually believe their own jargon like you Glory Braddock.  Everyone is bad, but you are amongst the worst.  You are always sticking your nose in other peoples' business, right where it does not belong.  From where I stand Glory, do you not have issues of your own?  I hear you have a wrestling company to take care of, amongst other things, yet you choose to bother someone like Konrad Raab, who should be capable of taking care of his own life.  Key word SHOULD.  You should not have to babysit him.  Hell if you tried to babysit me in any way I would drop you where you currently stand.  I do not need anyone oppressively ruling over me in any way, shape or form.  Yes that's right Glory, you really need to take a look in the damn mirror, because that is what you are trying to do to Konrad.  You are trying to tell him how to run his life.  He can handle himself.  But in these moments it is YOU who are the tyrant.  It is time for you and those like you to step back as your ilk is not needed on this stage.  It never has been and it never will be.

That said, if you are unlucky enough to end up in the ring with me this Sunday, I will PERSONALLY make sure I throw you out on your Worst In The World behind!  You will be frustrated, and you will have to walk and sulk your way to the back.  Just be happy though if I let you survive to tell the tale to all of those who will listen.  

Listening.  That is something I hope you are all doing.  Even you Xander.  I know a lot of the roster wants your hide for what you did to Mr. D., but I am different.  I am not like them.  I am not joining their line that wants to take your head off and beat the rest of you with it.  I actually approve of what you did as Mr. D. had it coming to him.  So many here have it coming to them, and since you took away what I was going to do to Mr. D., I will go after the next best thing the next time his daughters mess with me.  You however are not my problem.  You probably will not last long Sunday night anyways, with the Hitlist you have waiting for you to enter the fray.

He sees his companion turn to him.  He nods and she turns back away, again looking out and down at the Horseshoe Falls.

Just like from the sounds of it Chris Cannon and Kennedy Street will not be issues either, as they are more concerned about each other than the other 38 of us.  When you focus on one simple human being, you will find that you get yourself burned.  I have made that mistake in the past.  Never again.  That is why I told Konrad what I told him, that he should not have focused so desperately on having a match against me, just because I could not make it to an arena one time to face him.

That is how petty the majority of you are though.  It is just human nature.  Something that thankfully I never have to experience, as I am different from that, different from all of you.  I know I possess powers and thoughts that all of you could only DREAM of ever having.  At least the powers I harness and the powers my companion has herself are in the right hands.  Just how soon enough all of your deepest desires will be in my hands.  Trust me.  I have learned a lot about desire, and I have far more of it than any of you think.  All of you will doubt believe that I am still just "here to be here", or that I will just run when the going gets tough.  I am not about either of those though.  The best part is I never have been!  It only seemed that way because I was doing what I was told to do.

NO MORE!  Taking Hold of the Flame holds a far different significance to me than it does to the rest of you.  You are all thinking this is the fast track to the SCW World Championship match at Rise To Greatness.  I see it as more than that.  I see this as the opportunity to unleash all my hatred, and unleash all the lessons that every single one of you need to be taught!  Sunday night is the night where everything is REALLY about to change.  Making Things Right, Retribution, and Tabula Rasa were all shams because they all had one thing in common.  They were set up by the D. family.  Taking Hold of the Flame is about to be set up by ME!  None of you have to like it, but you will all have to deal with it.  I am the one that will be harnessing the power of the flame.  I am the one that is going to knock each and every single one of you down.  From knocking out Tommy Valentine and Alexis Quinne in my qualifying match, to the end of the night.  None of you will forget this Sunday.  None of you will forget the most powerful being SCW has ever seen!

He stops his device and steps back towards Shadron.

It is getting late.  Time to go.  We have a ways to go yet.

I know, but I will not be able to sleep.

You can drive.  Here.

She heads towards him as he gently tosses the keys to her.  Shadron catches them and nods before the two of them head to the car.  It is going to be a long night after their trip to Niagara Falls as they will be heading back east through the Adirondack Mountains.  From there they will head north up into Quebec to Montreal.  That is the city that will experience REAL change.  Not change from a tyrant, not change from those who are favored by Sasha, not change from those in their cliques, but instead change thanks to the book that is known as Casterillo, as he has stated he is about to let the world know his pages.  As for everyone else's pages in this story, to him, they are all about to burn.  His hatred and cruelty that he has inside him ready to be the flame of everyone else's demise.