Post by The DVC on Apr 30, 2017 23:12:39 GMT -5
In World Global Wrestling Federation's war on crime, the worst criminal offenders are pursued by the detectives of the Major Case Squad. These are their stories.
DUN DUN!
“Okay, so when are the forensic guys getting here, brother?” Detective Borden asks out loud. “Anybody?”
“They GLORIOUSLY just got here Terry,” Officer Tristan Slater speaks up, pointing towards the security tape around the premises. Sliding under the tape, a dark handsome man in a full blue suit and aviator shades enters the secured grounds.
“Great, dudes, a personal visit from the esteemed Dr. Connolly.” Detective Borden doesn’t exactly sound pleased. “Couldn’t he have sent one of his lackeys like Erik?”
“Well I could have done that TB,” forensic investigator Christian Connolly responds using his dog-like hearing. The response already makes Officer Slater uneasy as he knows full well how these two operate together. “But when I heard that you were the guy in charge of this investigation, I just couldn’t resist another chance to get some high quality banter in with you... brother.”
“As much as I’d like to entertain myself at your expense, dude,” the detective says in the unique personalized manner of speech that these two often divulge themselves in, “I’m afraid this is neither the time nor place, brother. Come with me.”
Christian is taken back a little by Terry’s seriousness at this point in time. Following the legendary detective inside the house, it’s not long until the concentration of officers is greatly increased. The room appears to be a living room, and that hunch seems to be confirmed by the fact that the television set has been left on. Two pools of blood are noticeable. One is between the sofa and the coffee table, where an empty glass catches Christian’s eye. The other pool of blood is over by the wall on the far side of the room.
“So where’s the body?” Christian asks. Terry bows his head as he points to the roof above the second pool of blood. His heart skips a beat as he follows Terry’s finger to the roof. What he sees there is horrifying. A man has had knives jammed into various parts of his body, pinning him to the roof. A large wound is visible on the throat, where most of the blood appears to be coming from. More wounds are visible through the cheeks around the mouth region. And then the full image of the face is taken in.
Christian’s jaw drops. “Oh sweet Jesus…”
“I’m sorry Christian.” No wonder Terry put aside the bickering for this. The friendship between Christian Connolly and Chris Page has been well documented.
“I… I didn’t even know this was his house.” Christian looks around nervously, feeling awkward in this environment. “We haven’t talked that much lately. I didn’t even know he had moved.”
“Don’t worry, nobody is judging you for that, brother. I’m sure everybody here would have no problem if you went home and got Erik to take this case, dude.” Terry places a comforting hand on Christian’s shoulder.
“No,” he shakes his head. “I wouldn’t be able to rest. My mind will be working at a hundred miles an hour trying to figure this out, so I might as well try to figure it out officially.”
“All right, dude,” Terry says, removing his hand from Christian’s shoulder. “Just don’t neglect your job as a friend at the same time.”
* * *
FORENSICS LAB
APRIL 17, 2017
DUN DUN!
Christian’s partner Erik Josten pulls up a seat across the desk from where Christian mulls over some papers.
“This guy left no finger prints, no DNA, nothing.” He looks up at Erik in despair. “I hate to say it, but this is the closest I’ve ever seen to the perfect murder.”
“I don’t believe in the perfect murder,” Erik says as he takes the paperwork from my hand and looks at it himself. “Look… I’m going to head off right now. I think you should do the same. Neither of us are going to get anywhere on such little sleep.”
“Man, I’ve tried sleeping,” Christian continues to look out at Erik through exhausted eyes. “I can’t seem to do it though. I’ve just got too much on my damn mind.”
“You’re about to get some more, Mean Gene.” The voice comes from the doorway where Detective Borden stands. “Two more dead bodies, dude.”
“Great…” Erik’s natural sarcasm kicks in. Terry drops two photos down on the desk for Christian to look at. The first shows another man pinned to the roof in the same style as Page was.
“His name is Don Crusade.” Christian stares, disgusted at how somebody can treat another human being this way. “The same M.O. as Page’s death, but without the hole in the throat. The cheeks have still been punctured though, possibly by a hook.”
“Instead he happens to be missing half of his head,” again Erik comments, now in reference to the top of Don’s skull being severed off.
“The second victim’s name is…” but Terry doesn’t need to finish. Christian already knows who it is.
“Hunter Ryan,” Christian interjects.
“You know him, dude?” Terry asks as Christian bares witness to the photo of Hunter’s body. Again it’s pinned to the roof, this time with the largest section of the abdomen missing.
“He’s another friend of mine and Page’s.” Christian hands the photo over to Erik, who despite his insensitive way of dealing with these images that he sees daily, can’t help but cringe a little.
“Any link between either of these two and Don?” Terry hopes for some new information to help narrow the list of possible suspects.
“None that I know of,” Christian says, unfortunately disappointing Detective Borden.“Well there’s another thing you should know now.”
“What is it?”
“This was found at the scene of Crusade’s murder.” He drops a small note down on the desk. The words are haunting.
“To Dr. Christian Connolly:
Let them out.”
“I don’t understand this.” Christian’s puzzled expression further shows this.
“Neither do we, dude.” Terry looks equally puzzled. “But that is clearly your name. So what I want to know, is if there’s anybody you’ve been very instrumental in putting away who may get outside assistance in order to free them.”
“You know I usually don’t get involved in the crimes enough to know the people who get charged, that’s your department.” Christian gets to his feet and moves to the window, glancing out at the dark city streets. “My relationship is with the victim.”
“That’s pretty much what I thought, brother,” Terry admits. “Which now leaves us where we started from, but with more bodies. I’ve already had the victims’ backgrounds checked and have a few people in custody who have had problems with these
individuals. I figured now that you’ve been mentioned by name, you’d want to come and see all this for yourself.”
“I’ve got to go examine these crime scenes.” Christian’s never been a fan of the police, hence his usual conflict with Detective Borden. So in his mind, f**k the police.
“No Christian,” Erik interrupts him. “I can arrange for everything to be handled. You go with Terry.”
Christian sighs. “Yeah, okay. Lead the way Borden.”
MAJOR CASE SQUAD HQ
APRIL 17, 2017
DUN DUN!
The lab isn’t too far from the police station, so it’s not long before both Christian and Terry walk into the notorious room behind the mirrors of the interrogation rooms. On both sides there are different rooms. In each room an officer is interrogating a different person.
“Who are these guys?” Christian asks, immediately wanting to throttle each one of them.
“This guy over here is named Kenneth Ridge. He’s a reported drug dealer who deals the purest heroin out there that he called Extinction. Chris Page has been actively trying to shut down his business lately.” Christian stares through the window at the black haired individual in the room and snickers. He’s a jackass, that’s for sure.
“And this guy?” Christian moves over to the next window and looks through to the Gothic looking individual in the room..
“His name is Ryan Dusk. He has thirteen dead bodies to his name.” Christian’s jaw drops at this staggering figure. “Each time his lawyer got him off on self defense. Ryan was one of the prosecutors at the last trial. Plus Crusade was a witness at the trial.”
”So we can associate all these people with at least one of the victims, but not all of them…” Christian thinks out loud.
“That’s exactly right, dude.” Terry seems distraught. “I hope to God your team finds something at either of these new scenes, because whatcha gonna do if this killer runs wild again?!”
* * *
MAJOR CASE SQUAD HQ
APRIL 24, 2017
DUN DUN!
“Okay Bill, so where are we at, brother?” Detective Borden asks, staring up at the whiteboard outlining the case progress. The two forensic investigators Christian Connolly and Erik Josten sit in one corner, each clutching their own caffeinated beverage
of choice. As well as Bill, nicknamed The Dancer by other officers, his partner Tedd, another officer, is present in the room.
“Eight dead in nine days,” Bill begins his summary. Throughout this speech he will be adding pins onto a map showing the locations of the victims. “First Chris Page in the living room of his home. Knife wound through the throat, punctures in the cheeks.
Cause of death was excessive bleeding from the throat wound. Pinned to the ceiling with smaller knives. Second there was Hunter Ryan. Also found in the living room pinned to the ceiling, but with the large portion of his abdomen torn out, causing his death.
Punctures through the cheeks again. Third there was Don Crusade. The top of the skull was severed off and a section of brain removed causing death. Found pinned to the ceiling of his lounge with puncture wounds through his cheeks, although it has been determined he died in the dining room while eating dinner.”
“Like in Hannibal… cool.” Erik says coldly.
“Fourth victim was former suspect Ryan Dusk. The wrists, throat and abdomen were all slit, but cause of death was blunt force trauma. Puncture wounds evident once again in the cheeks, and the body was discovered pinned to the ceiling of the bedroom. We suspect he was killed in his sleep. The fifth victim was another suspect, Kenneth Ridge. Suffered smashed kneecaps and a caved in skull, causing bleeding in the brain. His eyeballs were then pulled from their sockets. Again we find puncture wounds in the cheeks but rather than being hauled all the way up to the ceiling, his body was discovered pinned standing against the wall in his bathroom. Sixth victim: another former suspect Danny Tenegra aka MDK. He was flat out decapitated in his backyard. No
other signs of contact.”
“Seventh victim,” Bill continues, “Alberto Almas, better known as the Sinner. He was thrown from a second floor window to the ground outside. Broke his neck upon impact and then had his hands and feet severed. And finally the most recent victim, Jonathan Cable, killed in the shower by repeated stabbing. Body left there. And that’s where we draw the line”
“Like Psycho,” Erik pipes up again. "...really cool."
Christian looks over at Erik and raises an eyebrow. "Is there something you wanna tell me?" Christian whispers over to him.
Erik shrugs.
“In all eight cases the neighbors never heard anything, or saw anything unusual,” Tedd says.
“So basically what we have is a whole lot of nothing,” Terry says in dismay. “Whoever this guy is, he’s becoming one of the quickest acting serial killers in American history.
He must’ve been planning this for a long time, dudes.”
“Or not at all,” Christian speaks up. “Maybe these are random killings. I mean, just look at that map!” Christian gets up and approaches the map, studying it briefly. “There’s no structure to that. There’s no links between most of these victims. I hate to say it, but I think we’re simply dealing with an efficient psychopath who hasn’t planned a thing.”
“Then how are we supposed to catch whoever is doing this?” Tedd mumbles.
“I wish I knew. We just need to hope he’s made some mistakes.”
“What if he already has, brothers?” Terry says, “We’ve seen the killer get sloppier and sloppier. The only way we know that it’s the same person is the notes directed at you Christian. How many are there now?”
“Six.” Bill speaks up, apparently good with numbers. Christian is visibly uneasy. Can you
blame him? “All the victims save for Page and Ryan had the notes. The six notes all read “Take them out.” Somehow Christian is involved in this, but since we’ve already beefed up security around Christian’s home, there’s not much else we can do.”
“Then let’s look at what’s already happened.” Terry begins to try to use his logic.
“Page, Ryan, Crusade and Dusk were all pinned to the ceiling. Ridge was pinned to the wall. Tenegra, Almas and Cable were all left where they lay. How did those others get on the roof?”
“The wounds in the cheeks!” Christian exclaims. “We’ve identified them as being made by a hook. Well perhaps while hoisting Ridge up the hook broke.”
“We didn’t find a hook,” Tedd says.
“Right, which would mean it’s still out there somewhere!” Christian’s eyes widen and Terry begins to nod.
“We don’t have much else to go on, so Bill, go search for that damn hook, brother. Start at Ridge’s place and then spread the search out to rivers, ponds, anything, dude!” Bill nods.
“I’ll start right away, come on Tedd.” They dance away as Terry turns to Erik and Christian.
“I need a coffee, either of you two want anything?” They both shake their head and soon find themselves alone in the room.
“Hey Christian…” Erik says quietly. Christian turns from the board to face him. “Do Bill and Ted give you a weird impression?”
“A little.. I mean, who dances everywhere? Especially the running man.” Christian inquires.
“Whew. I thought I was the only one who noticed.” Erik looks a little relieved.
“Those two may never get pussy but they're competent police officers though.”
“If you say so.”
* * *
HOME OF KENNETH RIDGE
LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT
APRIL 24, 2017
DUN DUN!
“Bill! Tedd!” Detective Borden shouts as he busts down the door of Kenneth Ridge’s house. Erik Josten follows in behind him. Christian Connolly should arrive in his own car soon. “You take upstairs, I’ll take downstairs.”
Nodding, Erik holds the pistol Terry gave him in front of him as he inches up the stairs. Stopping at the top, he peers around the corner and looks both ways to make sure that the coast is indeed clear. Feeling confident, he steps out into the hallway and makes a right turn.
Only two rooms to check here. The first is a bedroom and after checking the wardrobe and under the bed, Erik feels confident that it’s clear. The second room is a bathroom, and the only possible hiding place – the shower – is easily seen through and noted as clear. That’s two rooms safe. Heading back out into the hallway, Erik sneaks downwards, taking a glance down the stairs to make sure they’re still safe. He inches forwards to the first room, kicking it open he draws the gun up.
“Don’t move!” In front of him, he sees Officer Bill bent down onto his knees, blood all around him. Looking up at the ceiling, Officer Tedd is pinned with small knives through his skin. Pierce wounds are visible in his cheeks. The most disturbing thing about this all though, is that he appears to be alive still, dying right there on the ceiling.
“I… I found the hook.” Bill cries out.
“Put your hands in the air, Bill!” Erik orders as he circles around the man bent double.
“He took it! He took it and he used it! He used it on him!” Bill’s words are choked with tears. As Erik circles around, he spies a Scream mask on the ground in the pool of blood. But even more eye catching is the gun in Bill’s crimson hands.
“Bill, don’t do anything stupid now.” Erik keeps his gun steadied on the unstable man in front of him.
“I can’t let him suffer.” Tears stream down his face as he raises the gun up to the body above him. “I’m sorry Tedd.”
BANG!
Erik’s gun fires before Bill’s does. Dropping to the ground, Bill’s life ends quickly. His hands shaking, Erik steps over the body, shocked at what he had to do. He then looks up at Tedd.
“I’ll get you down,” he tries to reassure him. “I promise.”
* * *
Connolly charges into the house, his own gun drawn. Of the five people that were studying the case at the station, he’s the last person who should be left on his own in a situation like this. Detective Borden and Officers Bill and Tedd are obviously cops, and Erik Josten was also a police officer before joining the forensics team. Connolly is a doctor though, and that means he’s not exactly the most qualified person to act as back-up. Detective Borden had requested some extra information from the lab however, and so this has caused Connolly to turn up later than the others.
“Borden!” He calls out as he trains his gun all around the darkness. No response comes and he’s left with a decision to make. Taking his first step up the stairs, his breathing increases drastically. As he hears clattering from the left, back down on the ground floor, that breathing speeds up even more.
He returns to the ground and creeps through the doorway leading to the source of the sound. The next room is an empty dining room with two doors leading to other locations in the house, and a sliding door to the outside. The decision of where to go next is made for him though, as more noise is heard. Tiptoeing through into the hallway of the next room, the flashlight Connolly carries picks up one specific detail. A blood trail.
Following the trail, he sneaks into a room that appears to be a study. But the room itself doesn’t matter. It’s what else is in the room that really takes Connolly’s attention. The blood trail continues and leads to a body. It’s Detective Borden. The most distinguishing feature of his body however, is the hook pierced through both of his cheeks. There’s a large handle connected to the hook, and in turn connected to that… is a hand.
“Don’t move,” he warns, his jaw clenched.
“Or what?” the killer chuckles. “You’ll shoot me?
“If I have to,” Connolly says sternly. “So don’t move.”
“Now how you gonna kill a brother from behind?”
“Take off your mask,” he demands.
“Well see now I’m in a predicament,” the response comes. “If I don’t, you’re likely to kill me and then take off my mask anyway. But if I do, you just might go trigger happy at the sight of my face and kill me anyway. Maybe it’s just me, but that seems like a lose-lose situation.”
“Tough luck.” Connolly’s eyes are cold. “Now take your fucking mask off.”
“If you think you can handle it.” Christian puts this comment down to sheer lunacy on behalf of the deranged psychopath at his mercy. The gloves hands reach up towards the mask and clasp it. Sliding it upwards, Christian’s jaw simply drops.
He’s staring at face of Erik Josten.
“Hey buddy…” his partner begins. “Let's take them out!”
* * *
“Whoa… fuck...” Christian snaps out of his sleep in a sweat.
Something’s bubbling just beneath the surface. I don’t think Christian is getting back to sleep tonight.
And do you know what would be really helpful in a situation like this?
A promo or two to study from the team of the New People System.
* * * * * * *
PHOENIX, ARIZONA
APRIL 29, 2017
The timing on the camera switches on just we find the WGWF World Tag Team champions finding comfort in the armchairs that they’ve parked themselves in.
"This is it.
Wrestle Wars.
Either this is gonna be the end of the line for us or our... crowning glory. No matter what though, we're gonna fight like never before. But that's tomorrow night. Right now. we got some things to get off our chests.
First of all, there’s a couple of teams in this match who need to know something. Those teams are the Dancing Dudes and the New People System and what they need to know, is that we are the Dynasty Violence Connection. I know what you’re thinking, everybody knows that already. We're the poster boys for this damn division. Our names are the first thing that goes up on the marquee. We step into that ring and the first sensation that runs through your body is insecurity. A tingle shoots up your spine. When you are standing across from us, the only thing that you can guarantee is that this will be the most glorious loss you’ve had to date. Because facts are facts children, and the facts state that when your names is opposite ours, your outlook is cloudy.
I’ve heard people running their mouths forever now. I’ve heard everybody say the same damn thing. Everybody seems to think that we're not really as good as we claim to be. But here’s the thing guys… it’s not us claiming to be a “Gods”. We don’t walk around thinking we have supernatural powers. That’s not how we roll. All we do, is we tell you exactly what we're going to do to you… and then we do it. Every statement we make, we back it up. we're no Gods. We're no Immortal. We know this more than anybody else. We know every single one of our flaws. And that right there is what allows us to walk around like the kings of the jungle. Because we do what it takes to make sure our flaws don’t cost us anything.
Remember those words as your walking back down the aisle and to the dressing room, after you've been defeated.
Then there is Chris Page and Hunter Ryan.
Let me get this point out of the way. We don't give a rats ass that you beat us. All you proved to us is that you are smart enough to exploit a weakness. Kudos. But what will do when there is no injured leg for you to pounce on? What will you do if you're in the ring with us and you're the ones with the weakness?
See, I've said it before, and I'll say it again: when we're at our best, no one can touch us. Not even a couple of legends like yourselves. We got all the respect in the world for you but if we see you in that ring, we're gonna beat you down. We're gonna exploit your weakness.
Now I bet you're wonderign what that could be, well it's simple... if that face that you two can't trust each other. I mean, Hunter.. it was Page who challenged you to a match. Why? Cause he can't life with that face that a Ryan brother beat him. So can you really trust Page to wrestle with everything he has, knowing he wants to beat you later?
And what about you Page? Can you really trust Hunter to put in one hundred percent when he has the chance to beat you again at Wrestle Wars. Not many people can say they've done that.
We already know that your minds won't be totally into this match. You might can get away with that against the Dancing Dudes & the New Peoples System.. but against us, it will get you hurt.
And finally, there is the Extinction.
We've been owing you an asskicking for a long time now. The DVC Collection Agency has been patiently waiting for it's moment and now it's time, and we're here to collect. You two have been living on borrowed time. You've been going around beating everyone up like you own the place. Well now we'll see what you got when there ain't no blackout... and we know exactly when and where you're coming from.
The truth is Extinction, you have no idea what we're capable of. We've beaten every tag team in this company for almost two years now. The rules don’t change for you. We make the damn rules. And here’s what they say in regards to the Extinction.
One: The Extinction won't beat the DVC.
Two: The Extinction can't beat the DVC.
Three: Fuck the Extinction.
See, you might have this whole company shook, but not us. We don't sweat you cause we see that you two don't have the determination and desire to be the best. And I'm sure that you'll get on camera from what emo gloryhole that you film your messages from and claim that you don't care about the titles.
Cool with us.
Not caring, will make our jobs a whole lot easier.
What you may not realize is that this is a big match for you. This is what some people dream of. Stepping in the ring on the biggest stage against the greatest team in history and hoping that we don't spank you all over that fucking canvas like the little bitches you are.
We're willing to flat out tell you that you don't have the skill or experience of the DVC. Hell, you don't even compare to Page and Hunter.
Big words? You bet your fucking ass they are. We're not ones to ever do anything small. There ain’t anything small about us. So with a gigantic ego like the ones we're so well-known for having, you shouldn’t expect us to tell you anything other than “fuck you, you ain’t gonna beat us”. And as far as we're concerned boys, it’s the damn truth. Fuck you Extinction, you ain’t gonna beat us.
We are the Dynasty Violence Connection. We are the best. That's not hyperbole.. it's the truth. And at Wrestle Wars, we may take these titles off.. but believe me, we're gonna be putting them right back on as we'll STILL be your World Tag Team champions."
FTB
DUN DUN!
“Okay, so when are the forensic guys getting here, brother?” Detective Borden asks out loud. “Anybody?”
“They GLORIOUSLY just got here Terry,” Officer Tristan Slater speaks up, pointing towards the security tape around the premises. Sliding under the tape, a dark handsome man in a full blue suit and aviator shades enters the secured grounds.
“Great, dudes, a personal visit from the esteemed Dr. Connolly.” Detective Borden doesn’t exactly sound pleased. “Couldn’t he have sent one of his lackeys like Erik?”
“Well I could have done that TB,” forensic investigator Christian Connolly responds using his dog-like hearing. The response already makes Officer Slater uneasy as he knows full well how these two operate together. “But when I heard that you were the guy in charge of this investigation, I just couldn’t resist another chance to get some high quality banter in with you... brother.”
“As much as I’d like to entertain myself at your expense, dude,” the detective says in the unique personalized manner of speech that these two often divulge themselves in, “I’m afraid this is neither the time nor place, brother. Come with me.”
Christian is taken back a little by Terry’s seriousness at this point in time. Following the legendary detective inside the house, it’s not long until the concentration of officers is greatly increased. The room appears to be a living room, and that hunch seems to be confirmed by the fact that the television set has been left on. Two pools of blood are noticeable. One is between the sofa and the coffee table, where an empty glass catches Christian’s eye. The other pool of blood is over by the wall on the far side of the room.
“So where’s the body?” Christian asks. Terry bows his head as he points to the roof above the second pool of blood. His heart skips a beat as he follows Terry’s finger to the roof. What he sees there is horrifying. A man has had knives jammed into various parts of his body, pinning him to the roof. A large wound is visible on the throat, where most of the blood appears to be coming from. More wounds are visible through the cheeks around the mouth region. And then the full image of the face is taken in.
Christian’s jaw drops. “Oh sweet Jesus…”
“I’m sorry Christian.” No wonder Terry put aside the bickering for this. The friendship between Christian Connolly and Chris Page has been well documented.
“I… I didn’t even know this was his house.” Christian looks around nervously, feeling awkward in this environment. “We haven’t talked that much lately. I didn’t even know he had moved.”
“Don’t worry, nobody is judging you for that, brother. I’m sure everybody here would have no problem if you went home and got Erik to take this case, dude.” Terry places a comforting hand on Christian’s shoulder.
“No,” he shakes his head. “I wouldn’t be able to rest. My mind will be working at a hundred miles an hour trying to figure this out, so I might as well try to figure it out officially.”
“All right, dude,” Terry says, removing his hand from Christian’s shoulder. “Just don’t neglect your job as a friend at the same time.”
* * *
FORENSICS LAB
APRIL 17, 2017
DUN DUN!
Christian’s partner Erik Josten pulls up a seat across the desk from where Christian mulls over some papers.
“This guy left no finger prints, no DNA, nothing.” He looks up at Erik in despair. “I hate to say it, but this is the closest I’ve ever seen to the perfect murder.”
“I don’t believe in the perfect murder,” Erik says as he takes the paperwork from my hand and looks at it himself. “Look… I’m going to head off right now. I think you should do the same. Neither of us are going to get anywhere on such little sleep.”
“Man, I’ve tried sleeping,” Christian continues to look out at Erik through exhausted eyes. “I can’t seem to do it though. I’ve just got too much on my damn mind.”
“You’re about to get some more, Mean Gene.” The voice comes from the doorway where Detective Borden stands. “Two more dead bodies, dude.”
“Great…” Erik’s natural sarcasm kicks in. Terry drops two photos down on the desk for Christian to look at. The first shows another man pinned to the roof in the same style as Page was.
“His name is Don Crusade.” Christian stares, disgusted at how somebody can treat another human being this way. “The same M.O. as Page’s death, but without the hole in the throat. The cheeks have still been punctured though, possibly by a hook.”
“Instead he happens to be missing half of his head,” again Erik comments, now in reference to the top of Don’s skull being severed off.
“The second victim’s name is…” but Terry doesn’t need to finish. Christian already knows who it is.
“Hunter Ryan,” Christian interjects.
“You know him, dude?” Terry asks as Christian bares witness to the photo of Hunter’s body. Again it’s pinned to the roof, this time with the largest section of the abdomen missing.
“He’s another friend of mine and Page’s.” Christian hands the photo over to Erik, who despite his insensitive way of dealing with these images that he sees daily, can’t help but cringe a little.
“Any link between either of these two and Don?” Terry hopes for some new information to help narrow the list of possible suspects.
“None that I know of,” Christian says, unfortunately disappointing Detective Borden.“Well there’s another thing you should know now.”
“What is it?”
“This was found at the scene of Crusade’s murder.” He drops a small note down on the desk. The words are haunting.
“To Dr. Christian Connolly:
Let them out.”
“I don’t understand this.” Christian’s puzzled expression further shows this.
“Neither do we, dude.” Terry looks equally puzzled. “But that is clearly your name. So what I want to know, is if there’s anybody you’ve been very instrumental in putting away who may get outside assistance in order to free them.”
“You know I usually don’t get involved in the crimes enough to know the people who get charged, that’s your department.” Christian gets to his feet and moves to the window, glancing out at the dark city streets. “My relationship is with the victim.”
“That’s pretty much what I thought, brother,” Terry admits. “Which now leaves us where we started from, but with more bodies. I’ve already had the victims’ backgrounds checked and have a few people in custody who have had problems with these
individuals. I figured now that you’ve been mentioned by name, you’d want to come and see all this for yourself.”
“I’ve got to go examine these crime scenes.” Christian’s never been a fan of the police, hence his usual conflict with Detective Borden. So in his mind, f**k the police.
“No Christian,” Erik interrupts him. “I can arrange for everything to be handled. You go with Terry.”
Christian sighs. “Yeah, okay. Lead the way Borden.”
MAJOR CASE SQUAD HQ
APRIL 17, 2017
DUN DUN!
The lab isn’t too far from the police station, so it’s not long before both Christian and Terry walk into the notorious room behind the mirrors of the interrogation rooms. On both sides there are different rooms. In each room an officer is interrogating a different person.
“Who are these guys?” Christian asks, immediately wanting to throttle each one of them.
“This guy over here is named Kenneth Ridge. He’s a reported drug dealer who deals the purest heroin out there that he called Extinction. Chris Page has been actively trying to shut down his business lately.” Christian stares through the window at the black haired individual in the room and snickers. He’s a jackass, that’s for sure.
“And this guy?” Christian moves over to the next window and looks through to the Gothic looking individual in the room..
“His name is Ryan Dusk. He has thirteen dead bodies to his name.” Christian’s jaw drops at this staggering figure. “Each time his lawyer got him off on self defense. Ryan was one of the prosecutors at the last trial. Plus Crusade was a witness at the trial.”
”So we can associate all these people with at least one of the victims, but not all of them…” Christian thinks out loud.
“That’s exactly right, dude.” Terry seems distraught. “I hope to God your team finds something at either of these new scenes, because whatcha gonna do if this killer runs wild again?!”
* * *
MAJOR CASE SQUAD HQ
APRIL 24, 2017
DUN DUN!
“Okay Bill, so where are we at, brother?” Detective Borden asks, staring up at the whiteboard outlining the case progress. The two forensic investigators Christian Connolly and Erik Josten sit in one corner, each clutching their own caffeinated beverage
of choice. As well as Bill, nicknamed The Dancer by other officers, his partner Tedd, another officer, is present in the room.
“Eight dead in nine days,” Bill begins his summary. Throughout this speech he will be adding pins onto a map showing the locations of the victims. “First Chris Page in the living room of his home. Knife wound through the throat, punctures in the cheeks.
Cause of death was excessive bleeding from the throat wound. Pinned to the ceiling with smaller knives. Second there was Hunter Ryan. Also found in the living room pinned to the ceiling, but with the large portion of his abdomen torn out, causing his death.
Punctures through the cheeks again. Third there was Don Crusade. The top of the skull was severed off and a section of brain removed causing death. Found pinned to the ceiling of his lounge with puncture wounds through his cheeks, although it has been determined he died in the dining room while eating dinner.”
“Like in Hannibal… cool.” Erik says coldly.
“Fourth victim was former suspect Ryan Dusk. The wrists, throat and abdomen were all slit, but cause of death was blunt force trauma. Puncture wounds evident once again in the cheeks, and the body was discovered pinned to the ceiling of the bedroom. We suspect he was killed in his sleep. The fifth victim was another suspect, Kenneth Ridge. Suffered smashed kneecaps and a caved in skull, causing bleeding in the brain. His eyeballs were then pulled from their sockets. Again we find puncture wounds in the cheeks but rather than being hauled all the way up to the ceiling, his body was discovered pinned standing against the wall in his bathroom. Sixth victim: another former suspect Danny Tenegra aka MDK. He was flat out decapitated in his backyard. No
other signs of contact.”
“Seventh victim,” Bill continues, “Alberto Almas, better known as the Sinner. He was thrown from a second floor window to the ground outside. Broke his neck upon impact and then had his hands and feet severed. And finally the most recent victim, Jonathan Cable, killed in the shower by repeated stabbing. Body left there. And that’s where we draw the line”
“Like Psycho,” Erik pipes up again. "...really cool."
Christian looks over at Erik and raises an eyebrow. "Is there something you wanna tell me?" Christian whispers over to him.
Erik shrugs.
“In all eight cases the neighbors never heard anything, or saw anything unusual,” Tedd says.
“So basically what we have is a whole lot of nothing,” Terry says in dismay. “Whoever this guy is, he’s becoming one of the quickest acting serial killers in American history.
He must’ve been planning this for a long time, dudes.”
“Or not at all,” Christian speaks up. “Maybe these are random killings. I mean, just look at that map!” Christian gets up and approaches the map, studying it briefly. “There’s no structure to that. There’s no links between most of these victims. I hate to say it, but I think we’re simply dealing with an efficient psychopath who hasn’t planned a thing.”
“Then how are we supposed to catch whoever is doing this?” Tedd mumbles.
“I wish I knew. We just need to hope he’s made some mistakes.”
“What if he already has, brothers?” Terry says, “We’ve seen the killer get sloppier and sloppier. The only way we know that it’s the same person is the notes directed at you Christian. How many are there now?”
“Six.” Bill speaks up, apparently good with numbers. Christian is visibly uneasy. Can you
blame him? “All the victims save for Page and Ryan had the notes. The six notes all read “Take them out.” Somehow Christian is involved in this, but since we’ve already beefed up security around Christian’s home, there’s not much else we can do.”
“Then let’s look at what’s already happened.” Terry begins to try to use his logic.
“Page, Ryan, Crusade and Dusk were all pinned to the ceiling. Ridge was pinned to the wall. Tenegra, Almas and Cable were all left where they lay. How did those others get on the roof?”
“The wounds in the cheeks!” Christian exclaims. “We’ve identified them as being made by a hook. Well perhaps while hoisting Ridge up the hook broke.”
“We didn’t find a hook,” Tedd says.
“Right, which would mean it’s still out there somewhere!” Christian’s eyes widen and Terry begins to nod.
“We don’t have much else to go on, so Bill, go search for that damn hook, brother. Start at Ridge’s place and then spread the search out to rivers, ponds, anything, dude!” Bill nods.
“I’ll start right away, come on Tedd.” They dance away as Terry turns to Erik and Christian.
“I need a coffee, either of you two want anything?” They both shake their head and soon find themselves alone in the room.
“Hey Christian…” Erik says quietly. Christian turns from the board to face him. “Do Bill and Ted give you a weird impression?”
“A little.. I mean, who dances everywhere? Especially the running man.” Christian inquires.
“Whew. I thought I was the only one who noticed.” Erik looks a little relieved.
“Those two may never get pussy but they're competent police officers though.”
“If you say so.”
* * *
HOME OF KENNETH RIDGE
LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT
APRIL 24, 2017
DUN DUN!
“Bill! Tedd!” Detective Borden shouts as he busts down the door of Kenneth Ridge’s house. Erik Josten follows in behind him. Christian Connolly should arrive in his own car soon. “You take upstairs, I’ll take downstairs.”
Nodding, Erik holds the pistol Terry gave him in front of him as he inches up the stairs. Stopping at the top, he peers around the corner and looks both ways to make sure that the coast is indeed clear. Feeling confident, he steps out into the hallway and makes a right turn.
Only two rooms to check here. The first is a bedroom and after checking the wardrobe and under the bed, Erik feels confident that it’s clear. The second room is a bathroom, and the only possible hiding place – the shower – is easily seen through and noted as clear. That’s two rooms safe. Heading back out into the hallway, Erik sneaks downwards, taking a glance down the stairs to make sure they’re still safe. He inches forwards to the first room, kicking it open he draws the gun up.
“Don’t move!” In front of him, he sees Officer Bill bent down onto his knees, blood all around him. Looking up at the ceiling, Officer Tedd is pinned with small knives through his skin. Pierce wounds are visible in his cheeks. The most disturbing thing about this all though, is that he appears to be alive still, dying right there on the ceiling.
“I… I found the hook.” Bill cries out.
“Put your hands in the air, Bill!” Erik orders as he circles around the man bent double.
“He took it! He took it and he used it! He used it on him!” Bill’s words are choked with tears. As Erik circles around, he spies a Scream mask on the ground in the pool of blood. But even more eye catching is the gun in Bill’s crimson hands.
“Bill, don’t do anything stupid now.” Erik keeps his gun steadied on the unstable man in front of him.
“I can’t let him suffer.” Tears stream down his face as he raises the gun up to the body above him. “I’m sorry Tedd.”
BANG!
Erik’s gun fires before Bill’s does. Dropping to the ground, Bill’s life ends quickly. His hands shaking, Erik steps over the body, shocked at what he had to do. He then looks up at Tedd.
“I’ll get you down,” he tries to reassure him. “I promise.”
* * *
Connolly charges into the house, his own gun drawn. Of the five people that were studying the case at the station, he’s the last person who should be left on his own in a situation like this. Detective Borden and Officers Bill and Tedd are obviously cops, and Erik Josten was also a police officer before joining the forensics team. Connolly is a doctor though, and that means he’s not exactly the most qualified person to act as back-up. Detective Borden had requested some extra information from the lab however, and so this has caused Connolly to turn up later than the others.
“Borden!” He calls out as he trains his gun all around the darkness. No response comes and he’s left with a decision to make. Taking his first step up the stairs, his breathing increases drastically. As he hears clattering from the left, back down on the ground floor, that breathing speeds up even more.
He returns to the ground and creeps through the doorway leading to the source of the sound. The next room is an empty dining room with two doors leading to other locations in the house, and a sliding door to the outside. The decision of where to go next is made for him though, as more noise is heard. Tiptoeing through into the hallway of the next room, the flashlight Connolly carries picks up one specific detail. A blood trail.
Following the trail, he sneaks into a room that appears to be a study. But the room itself doesn’t matter. It’s what else is in the room that really takes Connolly’s attention. The blood trail continues and leads to a body. It’s Detective Borden. The most distinguishing feature of his body however, is the hook pierced through both of his cheeks. There’s a large handle connected to the hook, and in turn connected to that… is a hand.
“Don’t move,” he warns, his jaw clenched.
“Or what?” the killer chuckles. “You’ll shoot me?
“If I have to,” Connolly says sternly. “So don’t move.”
“Now how you gonna kill a brother from behind?”
“Take off your mask,” he demands.
“Well see now I’m in a predicament,” the response comes. “If I don’t, you’re likely to kill me and then take off my mask anyway. But if I do, you just might go trigger happy at the sight of my face and kill me anyway. Maybe it’s just me, but that seems like a lose-lose situation.”
“Tough luck.” Connolly’s eyes are cold. “Now take your fucking mask off.”
“If you think you can handle it.” Christian puts this comment down to sheer lunacy on behalf of the deranged psychopath at his mercy. The gloves hands reach up towards the mask and clasp it. Sliding it upwards, Christian’s jaw simply drops.
He’s staring at face of Erik Josten.
“Hey buddy…” his partner begins. “Let's take them out!”
* * *
“Whoa… fuck...” Christian snaps out of his sleep in a sweat.
Something’s bubbling just beneath the surface. I don’t think Christian is getting back to sleep tonight.
And do you know what would be really helpful in a situation like this?
A promo or two to study from the team of the New People System.
* * * * * * *
PHOENIX, ARIZONA
APRIL 29, 2017
The timing on the camera switches on just we find the WGWF World Tag Team champions finding comfort in the armchairs that they’ve parked themselves in.
"This is it.
Wrestle Wars.
Either this is gonna be the end of the line for us or our... crowning glory. No matter what though, we're gonna fight like never before. But that's tomorrow night. Right now. we got some things to get off our chests.
First of all, there’s a couple of teams in this match who need to know something. Those teams are the Dancing Dudes and the New People System and what they need to know, is that we are the Dynasty Violence Connection. I know what you’re thinking, everybody knows that already. We're the poster boys for this damn division. Our names are the first thing that goes up on the marquee. We step into that ring and the first sensation that runs through your body is insecurity. A tingle shoots up your spine. When you are standing across from us, the only thing that you can guarantee is that this will be the most glorious loss you’ve had to date. Because facts are facts children, and the facts state that when your names is opposite ours, your outlook is cloudy.
I’ve heard people running their mouths forever now. I’ve heard everybody say the same damn thing. Everybody seems to think that we're not really as good as we claim to be. But here’s the thing guys… it’s not us claiming to be a “Gods”. We don’t walk around thinking we have supernatural powers. That’s not how we roll. All we do, is we tell you exactly what we're going to do to you… and then we do it. Every statement we make, we back it up. we're no Gods. We're no Immortal. We know this more than anybody else. We know every single one of our flaws. And that right there is what allows us to walk around like the kings of the jungle. Because we do what it takes to make sure our flaws don’t cost us anything.
Remember those words as your walking back down the aisle and to the dressing room, after you've been defeated.
Then there is Chris Page and Hunter Ryan.
Let me get this point out of the way. We don't give a rats ass that you beat us. All you proved to us is that you are smart enough to exploit a weakness. Kudos. But what will do when there is no injured leg for you to pounce on? What will you do if you're in the ring with us and you're the ones with the weakness?
See, I've said it before, and I'll say it again: when we're at our best, no one can touch us. Not even a couple of legends like yourselves. We got all the respect in the world for you but if we see you in that ring, we're gonna beat you down. We're gonna exploit your weakness.
Now I bet you're wonderign what that could be, well it's simple... if that face that you two can't trust each other. I mean, Hunter.. it was Page who challenged you to a match. Why? Cause he can't life with that face that a Ryan brother beat him. So can you really trust Page to wrestle with everything he has, knowing he wants to beat you later?
And what about you Page? Can you really trust Hunter to put in one hundred percent when he has the chance to beat you again at Wrestle Wars. Not many people can say they've done that.
We already know that your minds won't be totally into this match. You might can get away with that against the Dancing Dudes & the New Peoples System.. but against us, it will get you hurt.
And finally, there is the Extinction.
We've been owing you an asskicking for a long time now. The DVC Collection Agency has been patiently waiting for it's moment and now it's time, and we're here to collect. You two have been living on borrowed time. You've been going around beating everyone up like you own the place. Well now we'll see what you got when there ain't no blackout... and we know exactly when and where you're coming from.
The truth is Extinction, you have no idea what we're capable of. We've beaten every tag team in this company for almost two years now. The rules don’t change for you. We make the damn rules. And here’s what they say in regards to the Extinction.
One: The Extinction won't beat the DVC.
Two: The Extinction can't beat the DVC.
Three: Fuck the Extinction.
See, you might have this whole company shook, but not us. We don't sweat you cause we see that you two don't have the determination and desire to be the best. And I'm sure that you'll get on camera from what emo gloryhole that you film your messages from and claim that you don't care about the titles.
Cool with us.
Not caring, will make our jobs a whole lot easier.
What you may not realize is that this is a big match for you. This is what some people dream of. Stepping in the ring on the biggest stage against the greatest team in history and hoping that we don't spank you all over that fucking canvas like the little bitches you are.
We're willing to flat out tell you that you don't have the skill or experience of the DVC. Hell, you don't even compare to Page and Hunter.
Big words? You bet your fucking ass they are. We're not ones to ever do anything small. There ain’t anything small about us. So with a gigantic ego like the ones we're so well-known for having, you shouldn’t expect us to tell you anything other than “fuck you, you ain’t gonna beat us”. And as far as we're concerned boys, it’s the damn truth. Fuck you Extinction, you ain’t gonna beat us.
We are the Dynasty Violence Connection. We are the best. That's not hyperbole.. it's the truth. And at Wrestle Wars, we may take these titles off.. but believe me, we're gonna be putting them right back on as we'll STILL be your World Tag Team champions."
FTB