October 24th, 2021 Knox-Maguire House New Orleans, LA OFF-Camera
Sitting in a small office, we see the back of Katrina Knox poring over a desk full of documents. Lines of highlighter all over the pages. As we scan the walls of this office, we can see a bookshelf full of medical books blended in with books on bodybuilding and motorcycles. On the opposite wall is a degree from LSU. Beside Katrina’s name on the degree is the abbreviation, Psy. D. Knox picks up a small personal tape recorder and holds it to her mouth.
“August 14th, 1999, Anton Briggs was charged with assault, rape, and murder of his family. I will not dictate the details here as this is a personal retelling and not an actual investigation, but one child survived. That child was Gabriel Ohio.”
Katrina pauses the tape.
“Does it say who the arresting officer was at the time?”
Katrina rifles through her papers and finds a photocopy of the arrest itself then slowly taps the paper and pulls her phone out, frantically dialing it. As she leaves the phone on the desk on speakerphone, we can see a picture of the person she is calling. Wendy “Zombie” Pellegrini.
“Hey Knox, what’s up?” “Hey, so I’ve been researching Gabriel Ohio’s case and…” “Knox, you’ll be chasing ghosts forever with that case. They sealed it years ago.” “I have all of it here. Did you happen to remember who the arresting officer was?” “It was before I became a cop myself, I’d have no idea.” “Actually, I have it here, I hope you’re sitting down…”
There is a pause as neither say anything. Finally after a minute, there’s a long sigh that comes through the phone.
“You figured it out, didn’t you?” “How long have you known?” “SInce I joined the precinct. That’s why it was sealed. We dropped the ball on that case and hadn’t given it much thought until I crossed paths with Gabriel a couple of years ago. The things he told me. I had to see for myself.” “What do you think he wants?” “What he’s always wanted. Death. He sees his father in everyone and because he’s yet to find Briggs, he takes his rage out on others.” “And Titaness is like his mother. Jesus fuck he’s messed up.” “And you went and wilfully locked yourself in a cage with him. You saw what he was easily able to do to me. What the fuck were you thinking?”
Again, a silence falls between them.
“I run this train now. You’re down. CJ’s got balls but she’s not ready. Reina, she’s… green. Una’s in Japan, so it leaves me.” “Listen to yourself, Knox. You are talking and playing right into his hand.” “What other option do I have, Wendy? I’m not going to lay the fuck down for some serial asshole because he has daddy issues.” “No, quite the opposite. You’re not fighting Gabriel, you’re fighting Trauma. There’s only one way it can end.” “San Rafael…” “Yep.” “Fuck. Hey, how are you healing up?” “Slowly, but that’s expected. Likely won’t see the inside of a gym until around Thanksgiving, should be back to good by the new year. Those two months after Black Magic fell at the right time.” “Yeah, but don’t think I’m going to let you rest on your laurels during that time. I’m going to need you.” “For?” “I’ll send you pictures later. You’ll want to be in on this. Actually, I’ll NEED you specifically.”
Katrina taps away on her phone for a few minutes before…
"Holy shit, Knox. Was that what you were…" "Posting cryptic videos of on Efedder? Yeah." "How do you…" "Let us handle that. I'll call you when it's done." "Who else knows of this?" "Considering where it is, I'd say everyone?" "What's the plan?"
Knox rubs the top of her head in frustration.
October 26, 2021 Unknown Location ON-Camera
It is pitch-black, though one can hear the sounds of nocturnal nature in the background before the sound of broken twigs and shuffling feet, with another set of footfalls sounding more assured. The ruffle of a jacket, and the clicking of a button.
“That fateful night he decided that he would drink the devil’s drink and beat his family. DADDY then decided in his drunken madness that it would be acceptable to teach my sister about being a woman. My sister was not even in double digits of age. I stood between them. I begged him to do to me what he was going to do to her instead.”
“Back that up if you can. His last sentence.” before the sound of a tape rewinding.
“I begged him to do to me what he was going to do to her instead.”
The tape is paused as a low growl can be heard. “No you didn’t… boy.” The clicking of the button can be heard again and the tape continues to play.
“He did it to her anyway, Wendy. After he finished with me. Then he killed her. I later learned he had already stabbed mother. I found her holding my sister. I had the pleasure of sharing their last breaths in a pool of our blood mixing on that bed.”
“Lies, all of it. I can’t believe this.” but before the tape starts again, a second voice, a woman’s, can be heard.
“Wendy...he got away with it. He was arrested and charges dropped on a technicality. And here you are a product of that police station.”
The tape machine clicks again, and the chuckling continues.
“Have you heard enough?” the woman said. “Maybe it’s time you show yourself. He’s been looking for you for a long time, Mr. Briggs.”
“You sure that’s wise?”
“If you don't show your face, I’ll do it for you.”
The camera turns and we catch the side of a hoodie and a partial view of an unknown face. The phone then moves farther back, revealing a person with their back to the camera. Hunched over a bit as if age has caught up to them. After a few seconds, the person turns, revealing an older man as he takes off his hoodie.
“Hello, son. It’s me. Your father. Listen, Gabriel, there isn’t anything I can say that will change your mind about me, but you have to believe me. I didn’t do the things you say I did. Your mother... she… it was all her. It’s time you heard the truth. It’s time the world knew the truth.”
The man shuffles over to a log and sits down. Whoever is behind the camera steps forward to frame the man in view.
“Your mother, she loved you more than any mother should love her son. You were young, manipulated. Groomed. Your sister, she… she got too close, and in a jealous rage, your mother beat her as well. The night you think you remember is all backwards. Your mother hid it all from me. When I discovered everything, I tried to save you. Your mother wanted me out, she came at me. I did stab her, and yes she died from her injuries. Your sister came at me as well, defending her mother. She… she didn’t make it. Thing is, you vowed to defend her, and I cannot fault you for that, you didn’t know any better. She fucked with your head. That pattern seems to follow you still…”
As the man spoke, his voice began to change. The low rasp became a little more sing-sing, the tone and timber rose. The accent moving from New York to more Cajun. As he spoke, he’d scratch his head. What could be considered nerves became a peeling of his skin before we realize it was a mask. The hood comes down to reveal long dark hair, the face underneath becoming very familiar as pieces of the mask stick to her face.
“Hello Gabriel, and hello Trauma. I bet you right now, the screaming in your head is deafening. You’re splintering because one of you wants to rage and the other wants to crawl into the fetal position and cry, hoping what he saw wasn’t real. Don’t worry, Gabe, I’ll protect you. He is no more.”
Hairicin removes the last bits of the mask and takes off the hoodie and throws it off-camera.
“Halloween night, the night where all the monsters become real, and you are locked inside a cage with the biggest monster of them all. A monster not created by trauma, though I’ve had my share. A monster created by people like you who can’t get out of their own way and blame others for their own shortcomings.
You are a man of irony. A man who hates people like me and what we stand for, and yet grew affinities for two of our own. Why walk the tightrope? That was the question I asked myself for years when it came to you. And I found the answer, I found the key. I learned your secret.
You are not Trauma, and Trauma is not you.”
Hairicin taps her temple.
“It’s a mindfuck, and the only victim is yourself. Oh sure, you have the need to bring everyone else down, it’s the only way you look better. It’s the only way you FEEL better, and why? Because darkness is all you’ve known. Darkness, pain, suffering, trauma, it’s not a way of life, it’s YOUR life. And you hate it, though you say different, because it’s all you know. It’s why you hunt. You need to hurt people so that they feel what you feel. From the outside looking in, you carry yourself as a bully. The big superior monster that cannot be slayed. But I’m inside your head, and you know it. And you are not superior, quite the opposite.”
Hairicin starts to snarl.
“You’re still very much the same child you’ve always been. Deep down, that never changed. You did evolve, though. Every scar, every cut, every bruise, every war hardened you. Your shell got stronger, you learned to fight. Every wall, every layer, emboldened you to the point where you feel untouchable. Righteous. Everybody must hurt just as you did. Everybody is worthless because you… are… worthless.
You came for Wendy because you blame your father for not helping you. You fought her because she was the only piece left of a dying hatred you had for a system who failed you. Justice was blinded to you. Psycho used literal acid to blind you. Those are the times when you disappeared because you were lost. But Trauma? Trauma was going to lead the way. Trauma could protect you, finally somebody who felt like an ally. Finally, you weren’t alone.
Trauma is only a mask, just as I wore one earlier. And they are both of the same person.”
Hairicin shakes her head and looks down.
“It’s the only coping mechanism you’ve ever known, but the fact is, you never actually learned to cope. You’re projecting, and you are as deaf to it as you are blinded. And you have no fucking idea of any of it. But you will, but not in the way you’ve been used to.
You see, there was a time where you and I were the same. I was once on a trajectory of self-hatred. My parents practiced voodoo before I was born. From a very young age, it was instilled in me that I would create the biggest change in our family. Thirteen years, three months, and twenty-eight days after I was born, my parents’ prediction came true. A hurricane hit New Orleans, THE hurricane hit New Orleans. They called the hurricane… Katrina.
Imagine having to live for years, the echoes of your family’s words ringing in your ears that you would be the… biggest change… and then your parents disappear? Imagine having to live for years feeling like their death was my fault. I could have turned out just like you, Gabriel, but I didn’t, or didn’t I? Did I not build myself up under layers in hopes that I would appear stronger than I was? Did I not immerse myself in others’ disciplines so that I may come out better in the end? Did I not channel my own hate, my own rage, to be able to stand here today? It appears so.
I became exactly what my parents predicted, but on my own terms.”
Hairicin looks up, a smirk on her face, a low chuckle behind the smirk.
“Just like you.
And imagine my surprise when I looked into the lore of Gabriel Ohio versus The Shieldmaidens and saw patterns. Psycho had lived through true darkness, true hell, and she affected you probably more than anybody else. Titaness, you tried to break her, you thought she was the one who can save you, and for a brief time, she succeeded. That success scared you, so The Bard faded away no sooner than it arrived. How dare you try to live a normal life? How dare you be happy? You had the tools, but you still had the guilt, and guilt is the strongest force in this universe. You’ve reflected on history and religion in the past, you know exactly what I mean.
Guilt leads because guilt don’t care who it affects.
Guilt is what fuels you. Your own guilt, the guilt you can drain from the others. I told you I found your secret, Gabriel, but how many more are there, hmm?
Here’s the rub… yes, Gabriel, they are your words. I’m not Skrabz who is nothing but emptiness and propaganda. I’m not a false Queen. I’m not a bloated, toothless schmuck. Nor am I loaded up on chemicals to the point where I crave death because rehab doesn’t work.
I’m Salvation, Gabriel.
And Salvation is holding the same title that started all of this. The Hardcore Title. A title you compared to Legos but the truth is? Despite all the bravado, despite everything you built yourself up to be, you couldn't get your hands on this license to kill. So you mocked it, you belittled it, because you couldn't admit to yourself that you really were weak. That you really were useless. That you really were, under everything, a child throwing a tantrum because you were denied yet again.
But, unlike with Psycho, unlike with every other opponent you have faced, I'm coming into Black Magic to beat you. I am coming to save you. I will play your game, but I will be changing the rules. And you will follow because I have left just enough bread crumbs to get your attention.
I can give you the easy way out, or I can lead you to something better. I challenge you to unleash everything in you onto me. In fact, I demand it. Open yourself up the only way you know how. Violence. Pain. Trauma. Give me all of it, and in return, I can show you another way.”
Hairicin motions to the camera, before Charlie “Maneater” Jennings, Reina Valhalla, Wendy “Zombie” Pellegrini and dozens of other Shieldmaidens come into view.
Post by Gabriel Ohio on Oct 30, 2021 1:30:10 GMT -6
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The large Grandfather clock is a centre piece to this large living room, decorated with candelabras and the silhouette of the large chandelier above dances in the flickering candlelight. A feature lit fireplace appears warm and inviting, flames dancing and the embers occasionally crackling. Sitting in an extravagant seat, is Gabriel Ohio, he holds his chin, lost in thought as he stares at the fire. He reaches forward and grabs the fire iron and stokes the fire, the embers roar a fiery red in a rebellious manner. Gabriel Ohio smiles. It is always that smile that causes unease. The bandages still hide the rest of his face, making the smile so much more creepy. He leaves the fire iron in the fire, he reaches down to his side and picks up the hammer. Yes. The one used to damage Zombie.
“I warned you, Wendy and you still did not heed it. You paid the price. So did your child. I remember the crunch when this tool of my choosing impacted your body. You should be grateful. I will let you in on a secret Wendy. I pulled my blow. I could of extinguished you *Ohio clicks his fingers* in the blink of an eye. Why didn’t I? Maybe one day you will figure that out. Oh but look who comes to save the day, proclaiming that she is going to hunt me down, purge me from existence. Katrina Knox. As we all know, from experience, Wendy simply cannot get the job done by her own hand, she is too busy watching the blood pool in it when she coughed it up from the internal damage. That's right Wendy, choke on your own blood, just like you choked on your own words when you tried to back them up.”
Gabriel has clearly no remorse in the tone of his voice.
“Now here you stand, to be the deliverer of Zombie’s revenge, to avenge a fallen comrade. You have been riding a wave of momentum in Mile High Wrestling, literally fitting of your nickname, giving that is where Hurricanes are formed. Or so the illusion you portray would have you believe. It amuses me that you seem to think you are some force to be reckoned with, when you have barely done anything in Mile High. A hardcore champion you are, marvellous, a Rise of the Phoenix Tourney winner, wunderbar, good for you, walking in my footsteps with that one, you defeated so called talents that excel on Ammo. Katrina, you have only treaded in the shallows, you are now volunteering to go into deep waters without a life jacket and you my dear are going to learn the hard way of what lies beneath.”
“That is not all. You have big burdens on your shoulders, proclaiming that you will avenge the fallen, Wendy, Samantha Hamilton and other Shieldmaidens who have not had opportunity to avenge themselves. Big weights to carry while drowning in the abyss. It is but mere empty words. After all, how can they truly support you when you insult their talents by claiming to be above them? Some of the greatest empires have fallen by a single act of betrayal. Remember that. After all, it was one of your own that set me free in the first place. Oh, the irony.”
Gabriel reaches down by his side once more, pulling up a large leather bound book. He opens it to the first page. There is a picture from a photo shoot of Psycho Saoirse Maguire. The two page spread shows other pics, her partner bruiser, their child resting in its bed, a candid photo of Psycho and Bruiser being intimate. Ohio licks that picture.
“Thank you Saoirse. You set me free once upon a time, now you languish in mediocrity, while Bruiser ran, twice, despite promises of redemption.”
Ohio scoffs, then turns the page. Jackie Bandit Layton promo shot is featured. Shots of her perhaps revealing a little too much of herself during certain events, pictures of her parents and lineage, a shot of the maidens with Bandit barely visible.
“Forever in their shadow, unless they allow her to ride their coattails in a tag team. Fortunes made by her parents giving the weak a poison that will guarantee their fortune. Pathetic. Did not require much effort to run over her. Nothing has changed.”
Gabriel chuckles to himself, once more turning the page. Samantha The Titaness Hamilton decorates this page with many photos. Promo shots. Pictures of her clothes torn when Ohio took her. The hooks pierced her body in the infamous Purgatory match. Ohio’s domain. Ohio touches the picture that showcases her assets the most.
“Still a little bit... sticky that picture. Good times.”
Ohio turns the page. Zombie decorates these two pages, a picture of her dad, the eyes of the photo burned away, the badge, a picture of her sleeping son, very personal.
“I had so many more things to torment you with Zombie, perhaps another time.”
Ohio once more turns the page, Katrina Knox from a photo shoot. Also photos of her working out and her beloved. Ohio touches the photo’s, speaking softly.
“There is something...remarkable, powerful about a woman who is confident, strong… Many find that...arousing. Looking at these shots, I was hit with a sense of Déjà vu. You know the feeling, don’t you? In that brief moment when it feels like you have done this or experienced this before, so familiar, the amygdala, the hippocampus, the cerebellum, and the prefrontal cortex of the brain are tingling, neurons firing, why does it feel like I have done this dance before? Then it hit me. This confident, powerful woman, muscles bulging on her body, pride in her gym ethic and abilities. Everything you do, everything you say, everything you claim to be, I have heard it all before. Yes, you may have a body chiselled like stone but you are not and never will be a Titaness. You would be what a punter would get if they ordered a Titaness figurine from Wish. Hell you even stole a catchphrase from a certain Tribal Chief and you claimed not to have one. Hashtag Believe that. You are nothing more than an extra, an easily forgettable face trying her best to get the big names to notice her. You preach about being the true queen of Mile High Wrestling but you then waste an opportunity to prove it by choosing to challenge El Diablo Blanco because you *Mocking Quotations with fingers* Respect him.”
Ohio pulls out Katrina’s picture from the book and slaps it with his other hand.
“...and this is the visage of the woman who thinks she has what it takes to end me??
Darling. I am going to violate your body in ways you cannot possibly imagine. You maybe the hardcore champion but my very existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, the word hardcore does not begin to describe what I am capable of. You use that word and title belt like a punch line and a poster on the wall, me? I put the money in the corpo’s pockets with my brand of savagery and when I butcher you in the match you have chosen, you will soon realise that all your words are empty and this provado, this illusion you are trying desperately to uphold, has shattered into a thousand pieces. You gave me until match time to back out? Ha. I will slam the door on my way into it and when you finally realise the mistake you have made, you can beg, beg, BEG for my mercy. Oh, and just for clarity, I am not angry, I am oh so very disappointed that you have and continue to repeat the mistakes of those before you. This whole “Daddy issues” angle that everyone seems to use these days, you decided to use that on social media. Please. Get some new ammunition because you are firing blanks right now. Skrabz tried, Zombie tried, Tyke Index tried it.”
Ohio waves a dismissive wave and tosses the picture into the fire. It slowly burns.
“You are going to make me suffer… Suffer? Me? How dare you use such a word. You know nothing of suffering. I exist only to share its meaning. Sin and suffering are my dominion. Perhaps it's time you learned a little of the matters you seek to manage. Look at me. Forged in agony and pain. I welcome an eternity of anguish. Black Magic. In your own backyard. Within the few moments when you will be spending in agony... that the indulgence of your own foolish vanity has cursed your wife to unparalleled terrors at the hands of others, specifically mine. There are several different types of beings in this world. There are the beings who dream and never make it off their couch. There are beings who dream and fail. And then there are beings who dream and change the landscape of this world, people like me. I force people to face truths and I change their perceptions. You will soon see that my words are not stories to tell to children, but that of a self fulfilling prophecy, delivered using a tongue that is like a razor through flesh. Black Magic will be the day that hell freezes. That day is the day that pigs fly, you and your people expect to look fear right in the eye and say 'Mr. Fear, sir, you are a liar'. That day, I want you to go and tell all the Shieldmaidens and any would-be recruit that they better heed my warning: Take notice. Don’t ever try to play mind games with the master of those arts, for those mind games you are all nothing more than a baby trying to suckle on a non existent nipple. That day is the day that I will begin the preparations. We are the puppets that feed the machine. With each kiss of the fist to another's cheek, their bank balance swells like a rotting corpse. They reek of it. This is the time of the reaping. When the Reaper's scythe swings do not say you were not forewarned, for Trauma is feared by all, no one is immune to it and therefore I am unstoppable.”
Gabriel stands from his chair. He removes his shirt and his own chiselled physique, the scars are easily readable, fresh wounds bare the name Skrabz, amongst the many. He points to a part of his torso that is scar free.
“A spot just for you, Katrina. Come join all of the others that I have left my mark upon. The amygdala, part of the brain that is involved in fear and fear memories, you have said many words aimed at me, words that are the currency of the realm, despite yours having little value to me, you still have a debt to pay and I am the collector. I will take that which is owed, in pounds of flesh. Some come forth all you Shieldmaidens and prospects alike, witness the example I make of this pretender, the lamb to the slaughter and I am the wolf that devours the flesh. Katrina. Sometimes the quest for fulfilment leads to dead ends, you have just hit a big brick wall. For in this land there are monsters and they want to play with you. Your body, the clay, my hand, the knife, my mind, the artist. By the time I finish with you, they will all know that the only wind you are blowing is coming out of your ass, or the front, but definitely not the destructive force of the nickname you abuse, but of a gentle breeze. So go ahead. Customise your cage. Pour your heart and soul into it. It will just make it oh so much sweeter to vanquish you in it. We will dance, Katrina. And like Magic, your momentum, your reign, your credibility, will vanish. Purged. Believe that.” Gabriel glances at the clock. It begins to chime.
“Times up. See you...soon.”
Gabriel Ohio stares coldly. There is a knock at the door. Ohio goes over to it and opens it, shortly afterwards, returning with a parcel, he opens it, it is a VHS cassette with the words Hairicin’s promo. He goes into another room and turns on a TV and VHS player, inserting the tape. Shortly afterwards the camera backs away and begins to fade out and we hear the sounds of something being smashed but we do not see...
Admin: There's this too. We can turn this chatroom into a par-dookie!
May 12, 2021 16:00:11 GMT -6
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May 13, 2021 15:05:01 GMT -6
Admin: Note that the deadlines have changed. I made the change for the convenience of the other judges.
May 17, 2021 15:21:30 GMT -6
Admin: Hope everyone is enjoying their 4th of July weekend/week/day! 💪💯💯
Jul 4, 2021 14:22:58 GMT -6
Admin: Where do yall hist photos? I'm thinking about switching sites, because I'm paying a monthly subscription for Photobucket and they got watermarks back on my images. I'm guessing it's a glitch or something, but it's already been two days.
Aug 7, 2021 6:56:18 GMT -6
The Purge: I use Imgur - and I've never paid a cent for their services, and no water marks
Aug 7, 2021 8:48:13 GMT -6
Deleted: o.o Lord, Rob! Get away from Photobucket ASAP! I’m with Haircin — use Imgur. It’s way better and costs nothing.
Aug 8, 2021 16:28:35 GMT -6
Admin: I appreciate yall! ✊💯💯 Ima look into it this week. Apologies to everyone if some of the images for the show tonight have that Photobucket watermark. I didn't have the time today obviously to make any switches. But I will make time this week. 💯💯
Aug 8, 2021 17:43:04 GMT -6
Admin: Katrina will probably be happy too as she was just telling me I was crazy for paying monthly for a photo host. Lol.
Aug 8, 2021 17:44:00 GMT -6
Admin: ***NOTE*** I moved the deadline up 12 hours to give the judges an extra day to read over the rps.
Aug 10, 2021 15:29:37 GMT -6
Admin: Started messing with Imgur today and confirmed to myself that Imgur was the original photo host I was using for Season One and the beginning of Season Two of MHW. Something made me mad and thats when I switched to Photobucket. I don't remember what though.
Aug 12, 2021 16:08:47 GMT -6
Admin: Ima still switch back to it though, because the Photobucker watermarks are still showing up on some images.
Aug 12, 2021 16:09:19 GMT -6
Admin: ***Just A Reminder*** The new deadline is less than 24 hours away. 💪💯💯
Aug 20, 2021 9:45:58 GMT -6
cmosh: Marisol Vilaró is Spanish, she is from Spain
Sept 14, 2021 22:50:17 GMT -6
Admin: Noted 💪💯💯 So I can get Rrina to teach me how to pronounce her name.
Sept 15, 2021 15:35:32 GMT -6
cmosh: Don't worry I don't know how to pronounce it either. She is actually played by someone else, so it is sometimes hard to do RP's with them due to our work schelduce but I am alound to use the character over here
Sept 15, 2021 19:28:12 GMT -6
Admin: Trying something different with the match writing, based off of research and just to try something new. It's a hit or miss concept, so feedback would be appreciated. ThrowDown will also debut the new layout concept. AMMO will start with that new layout...
Sept 18, 2021 8:35:55 GMT -6
Admin: It happens, brudda!
Sept 19, 2021 19:49:09 GMT -6