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Crimson Cobra · (05-05-2013)

The camera opens to a very filmier house. A house that has endured more than most of the pathetic “talent” on Monday Night Madness all combined. It has been destroyed by fire, ravaged by demons and most recently been the host to Crimson Cobra attempting to end it all. Not his own life of course by attempting to get the filth out of his life forever. He has had it with the mind games, the false realities, the dead bodies.

The pitch blackness of night is brightened from inside the home, a few candles… five to be exact. All five are placed on one of the ends of the star that has been crudely drawn from some red substance on the floor of the living room. Crimson Cobra has the same red color on his hands, he has drawn this pentagon and placed the candles, he is reading out of a tattered and torn book with a black faded cover that is more covered in dust than the original color.

As the fifth candle is light Cobra begins to chant something that is typed into the book the only words we can get out of the message are “Russell Cobb” as well as “Kimberly Cobb”. The two names of his parents were stated one being deceased and the other missing but assumed to be possessed Cobra had no idea what the outcome of this ritual would bring. Three other names being mentioned in a much angrier tone, “Alex Shawn” “Johnathyn Davidson” and “Swift Ion” possibly in the order of importance… if only they were important to anyone.

Back to the business Cobra throws down the book and waits, standing in complete silence, with no movement at all. Seconds pass….

A minute of nothing….

Multiple minutes and now Cobra’s legs begin to quiver from the odd position they were in, slightly squatted but nowhere near a full squat. Cobra stood back to his full height and looked back and forth, he picks the book back up and slams it to the ground in the center of the pentagon he had drawn. Walking over to the wall disappointed he managed to kick one of the candles only moving it not tipping it over. His body slams backwards hitting the wall with his back first and his body begins to slowly slid down the plaster wall making just a small squeaking noise that is enough to annoy anyone.

Getting to a fully seated position Cobra tosses his head into his hands that are rested with the elbows on his knees. His eyes close and a rush of disappointment crosses him.

Crimson Cobra
“This has got to be the same feeling that Ion, Shawn, and Davidson are going to have after I eliminate all three of their asses.

All I wanted was to see this demon, my one and only wish. There was a plan behind it, destroy the evil and darkness to create a light on my situation. The Senator has beaten me, stolen the championship right from under my nose, and all I need to come back from such a thing is to destroy the only terror that runs amuck in my life.

You see, last Monday it would appear as if I had not even show up for Monday Night Madness. Well that is just where the “Madness” begins for me. I arrived in the parking lot, looking as amazing as ever with a nice new suit on prepared to show how even after losing my one shot at the title I could still be a changed man. Walking through the corridors became vague people wouldn’t acknowledge me, but this was not out of the ordinary…. Yet.

I knew there was something really wrong when I looked a backstage staff worker directly in the face and it was as if they saw right…. through….. me…… The weirdest has yet to come as he proceeded to walk through my body, and prove to me that I was in yet another of these torcher cells from the demon.

As the arena entrance came closer and closer, the chanting and cheering getting louder, and more obnoxious there was only one thing on my mind.

Am I really here?

Or

Is this yet another game?

I knew the answer of my own question. It was both, I was there, time was ticking, I was IN THE RING when the referee counted me out. But I can’t prove that because I was the only one who could see me, or hear me. No one will believe me, no one will understand the situation because this isn’t normal. Normal people don’t become magically invisible.

But exiting the ring, and the arena, making my way backstage the setting changed. I was no longer in the XWF arena. When I opened the door that should have been to my locker I found a door leading to an insane asylum.”

Crimson Cobra slams his head against the wall. He is beyond confused trying to focus on how it happened why it happened, replaying it in his mind over and over just as he did with the loss to the senator. Cobra stood from the wall where he was starting to bang his head. He looked down at the pentagon and began to kick towards it.

A swift black shape got in the way and it was as if a body materialized in front of Crimson Cobra right then and there. The candles where all out but one now and the light flickering very dimly. Glass from the broken window had been shattered all along the ground and the pentagon had seemed to have cleaned itself from a crudely painted circle and star into the perfect circle and star ever drawn. As Crimson looks up at the shadowy figure in front of him he utters something.

Crimson Cobra
“Here we go again….”

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