05-31-2019, 11:50 PM
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.
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.