Post by Davey Ortega on Jan 24, 2014 5:03:28 GMT
Cass's lips lingered on the forehead of the woman in the hospital bed, before whispering something to her. She smiles at the expressionless face before standing up right and walking out of the hospital room, turning right passing nurses and doctors alike. She turns down another corridor heading toward the exit.
Voice: Miss. Linus?
Cass stops in her tracks, slowly turning around to see a nurse standing there, smiling one of those over enthusiastic smiles, holding onto a clip board.
Cass: Yes?
Nurse: The doctor would like to see you.
Cass: I'm sorry, what doctor?
Nurse: His office is just this way, please follow me.
The nurse turns on her heels as starts walking at a brisk pace. She possibly would of left Cass behind of she didn't follow her when she did. Cass began to wonder what doctor wanted to see her. Maybe they had good news on her friends condition, or they found a specialist who could help. So many things raced through her mind she was oblivious when they arrived at their destination. The nurse smiles pointing to the door and went about her, almost as fast as she appeared. Cass stands there for a few seconds, hoping what's on the other side will be life changing. She knocks on the door, but no answer came. She grabbed the door knob and gave it a good twist. She opens the door entering cautiously, seeing a man with his back turned to her, facing a shelf of books.
Cass: Hello?
Man: Come in.
Cass shuts the door behind her and walks up to the two chairs set out for guests. Though she doesn't take a seat, preferring to stand between them.
Man: Do you know how long I had to search before I found her?
The man turns around revealing himself to be Dr. James Preston. Cass now gives him her undivided attention, remembering their last encounter.
Preston: When I found out you had her moved from Vegas I was shocked. I could not believe you actually took the risk of transporting her. Imagine my surprise when I found out not only did you moved her out of the state, but across country.
Cass: When Davey resurfaced I had to move. I didn't have much of choice in moving her.
Preston: In hindsight I guess I should of known you would keep her close. I obviously over estimated you.
Cass: What do you want? The nurse said you wanted to see me so do you have news about her?
Preston: No, Cass. I'm a psychiatrist not a neurologist. She is not my patient.
Cass: Then...what is this? Another attempt to bully me into leaving?
Preston: No. I know no matter what I say you will stubbornly stay. Believe it or not Cass I want to help you. A mutual friend of ours recently got a hold of me and informed me that Davey is now well aware of his...generous donations at this hospital.
Cass: Oh? Well I'm sorry Dr. Preston but you are going to have to be a little more forthcoming than that because if you think I am just going to blindly trust you than I have over estimated you.
Preston: Silas Carp told me.
Cass is at a loss for words, though the look she is giving Preston ask the question her lips fail to do...''How do you...''
Preston: Who do you think suggested Silas to Jason? Silas has been representing me for some time now and he was more than willing to help me keep tabs and Davey. So when Davey told Silas he wanted to continue medical insurance for injured IWF stars Silas went right to work on that and found multiple errors. Majority stemming from the five years he spent off the grid, then the charges started again the summer of 2013 right up to the first of January. Right to this hospital, to one patient.
Cass: He left her their to die. He just left us!
Preston: He didn't leave you, I took him. I remember that night, Cass. I remember them rolling her into surgery and seeing you two in ER beds all those years ago. As they were checking you out, I recognized him. It was hard at first, he looked nothing like himself. I ran up to him and made sure he was alright and he was so incoherent, Cass. Pale, sickly, and not a clue where he was or even who he was. Then, Cass, I hear a voice that carries from the nearby bed saying it was his fault. That he did it. You wanted to send my friend to prison, so I helped my friend by getting him out of the hospital and checking him into a mental institution.
Cass: So...no threats this time just blackmail.
Preston: I'm not blackmailing you. Like I said I know there is nothing I can say to get you to leave and right now I don't want you too. Instead I want you to return to him and lie.
Cass: What?
Preston: I want you to go back to him and lie. When you get back to The Casino he is going to have questions, and you need to convince him that the donations have been legitimate. You need to do more then just sell it though Cass, you will have to believe it. Because if he is not one hundred percent convinced he will start looking into it and if he ever finds out what he did...well...it won't be good for anyone involved.
Cass: Why? I don't think he will completely shut down if he finds out. Why are you treating him like he is so fragile? I have been with him for months now and I can tell you his mind is sharp and he is sober. I think confronting his past would be good for him.
Preston: Do you? Let me give you an example of the sound mind you are trying so hard to defend. Just one example that might help you put things in perspective. There is one addition to this Casino that was lacking in his beloved Vegas Casino.
Cass: What he do? Add a thirteenth slot machine, or make it so the Roulette Wheel doesn't add up to 666.
Preston: He added the doors.
Cass's expression suddenly becomes very serious, no longer taking this lightly.
Cass: What are they for?
Preston: I don't know. He added them on himself, the blueprint doesn't even show the hallway. In fact according to the blueprint there is nothing beyond that VIP door. I have brought it up several times in therapy, but he always danced around it and never directly answered the question. What I do know is that he is scared of them. When he walks down the hall he is always shifting his gaze from side to side, not trusting them. He even has gone so far as to put tape on them, just so he would know if they ever opened.
The scene shifts it's focus visually from Preston and Cass to Davey in his apartment, putting away his cellphone after he called Cass. We can't hear anything, instead we continue hearing Cass and Preston talk as Davey looks out toward the hallway, slowly walking out of his apartment into the hallway.
Cass: How can he be scared of something he built?
Davey spins around, looking at all the doors before closing his eyes and slowly shaking his head. Almost like he can hear something that isn't there. He slowly opens his eyes looking down the hallway, and begins walking steadfast down the hall.
Preston: I can only offer speculation at this point. I have always thought that he has been waiting. Waiting for a reason to..well..open the door both figuratively and literally. Though I think he is afraid of that reason because it's an end game. They might just be doors with presumably empty rooms on the other side but they could be so much more to him.
Davey walks down the hall, constantly moving his eyes from side to side as he passes door after door.
Preston: If he were to ever think he had no choice and open even one of them, the results would be unpredictable. Whatever he is trying to hide will find him if he opens a door.
Davey is standing at the end of the hall way, right across from a door with a small plaque in the center. It just said ''2007.'' Davey stood there, visibly shaking looking at this door before he reaches out and grabs the doorknob. He takes a deep breath, before turning it.
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So...we have arrived.
You have to forgive me, it's all still so surreal. I have dreamed about this moment, when I wasn't plagued with nightmares of the past. Oh but that dream...it was the one thing that kept me human during the dark years. It was my anger and hatred for you that kept me alive but it was the dream that kept me sane. Was the one thing that kept my mind focused. Now, so many years later I have the chance to transcend that dream into something more. Into redemption.
Hello Michael Patrick Kane...
My name is David Allen Ortega and you took five years of my life. You are the entire reason for my downward spiral into self destruction that cost me everything. You, single handedly I might add, sent me to Hell and than you just walked away. Swaggering back off to do it to someone else, because you knew that those struck down by you...stay down. When you slam the gavel down and cast judgment..true judgment...people tend to stay down. Victims like Xavier Cross, Alex Jones, and Rob Diamond have all been judged by you and they have been found guilty. Or weak. Or stupid. Or whatever concept you cling to so you can justify your actions.
you once cast your judgment down on me, only I didn't get nailed to a cross. I was sent through a table you set on fire, in match that debuted in nCw that went on to become a staple match and now, seven years later we get to do it again. IWF will have the privilege of debuting the Dragons Den on their own stage complete with the original cast and the world will be watching. They will be watching on Monday Night, January 27th as I finally realize my dream, and prove myself better than who I was. I will unshackle myself from all the typecasts as choke artists, and underrated. And...I will finally break that glass ceiling. That barrier that separates the good wrestlers from the great wrestlers. They will watch on as I become IWF Imperial Champion, forever cementing myself in IWF history as one of the greatest to ever grace the ring. Oh and I will do one other thing that may sound petty to some, but I will take a certain delight in it. I will prove the Fox-Knite meld that they couldn't of been more wrong about me.
Though Michael the irony of it is I never set out to do any of that. Taking the Imperial title from you, beating you in the very match that altered everything in my life, and most important having everyone. Everyone depending on you, believing you and...well...just needing you to do the impossible and take out a God. I never wanted any of it. All I ever wanted to do was make you suffer. When I started walking on my path I had one thing and one thing only in mind. To make you pay, make you suffer for what you did to me. The only thing I wanted was to break you, in ever sense of the word.
Though my path has taken me to places I had never thought I would go. I began to see beyond myself, passed my own suffering and I saw all the pain you have inflicted. It led me to watching the backs of men I once despised, and actually feeling something when you systematically took them out. One by one you exterminated the Rebellion until there was just one left. One man walking his path that just so happens to lead right to your door step, and you are probably smiling a big smile as you watch me yet again end my path and the Dragons Den.
You still think the same rules apply but this time around you are going to learn the first of many lessons to come that night rather quickly. I am not going to be locked in there with you, YOU are going to be locked in there with ME! I don't care how many people you have fought inside your own creation, I am not impressed by the amount of blood you have shed within it's demonic confines. I guarantee you have never faced someone with such animosity towards you, and I know that's a bold statement. All the former friends and sworn enemies, all the times you have stood opposite from a man you wronged in a heinous way. All those conflicts, all those personal wars will forever pale in comparison to this night.
The things that I will do to you...the things that I have to do to you will require me to do something I never wanted to do again. I have to sever that little bit of humanity that the people have seen shone through, and have clung to like a life raft. I have to rid myself of that because I can not...I can not lower myself to your level with it. I can not carry around that weight. Call me weak if you want...I prefer human. That's why I have to shed that last bit of humanity and unlike you and your lofty claims I will not become something...more. Their is no such thing as something more than human, so I will become something less. I will void myself of my moral compass and Mike, I promise you I am only just now remembering this...all I have to do to make that happen is open this door. That is all I have ever needed to do. Was just...open this door.
Their are consequences though, as with every agonizing choice. If I do this I will become something from your own nightmares, Michael. I will become a vicious sub human who's only refinement is that in the art of brutality. Unable to be reasoned, bought, bullied, or negotiated with and the worst thing about the whole situation is I am not sure if it will all end in the Dragon's Den. I may emerge from there once again scarred, and altered for life. Though the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one, and I know who and what I am right now...I know it's not extreme enough. I have to sacrifice what is holding me back and doing so I may lose what makes me..me. Though if I don't...I will come close...but I will fail and so many people will suffer because of my inability to put you down like the dog you are.
I have to shed morality.
Once again fully embrace the hatred and release the unadulterated Carnage...
...I'll see you on the other side.
A-llonsy
Voice: Miss. Linus?
Cass stops in her tracks, slowly turning around to see a nurse standing there, smiling one of those over enthusiastic smiles, holding onto a clip board.
Cass: Yes?
Nurse: The doctor would like to see you.
Cass: I'm sorry, what doctor?
Nurse: His office is just this way, please follow me.
The nurse turns on her heels as starts walking at a brisk pace. She possibly would of left Cass behind of she didn't follow her when she did. Cass began to wonder what doctor wanted to see her. Maybe they had good news on her friends condition, or they found a specialist who could help. So many things raced through her mind she was oblivious when they arrived at their destination. The nurse smiles pointing to the door and went about her, almost as fast as she appeared. Cass stands there for a few seconds, hoping what's on the other side will be life changing. She knocks on the door, but no answer came. She grabbed the door knob and gave it a good twist. She opens the door entering cautiously, seeing a man with his back turned to her, facing a shelf of books.
Cass: Hello?
Man: Come in.
Cass shuts the door behind her and walks up to the two chairs set out for guests. Though she doesn't take a seat, preferring to stand between them.
Man: Do you know how long I had to search before I found her?
The man turns around revealing himself to be Dr. James Preston. Cass now gives him her undivided attention, remembering their last encounter.
Preston: When I found out you had her moved from Vegas I was shocked. I could not believe you actually took the risk of transporting her. Imagine my surprise when I found out not only did you moved her out of the state, but across country.
Cass: When Davey resurfaced I had to move. I didn't have much of choice in moving her.
Preston: In hindsight I guess I should of known you would keep her close. I obviously over estimated you.
Cass: What do you want? The nurse said you wanted to see me so do you have news about her?
Preston: No, Cass. I'm a psychiatrist not a neurologist. She is not my patient.
Cass: Then...what is this? Another attempt to bully me into leaving?
Preston: No. I know no matter what I say you will stubbornly stay. Believe it or not Cass I want to help you. A mutual friend of ours recently got a hold of me and informed me that Davey is now well aware of his...generous donations at this hospital.
Cass: Oh? Well I'm sorry Dr. Preston but you are going to have to be a little more forthcoming than that because if you think I am just going to blindly trust you than I have over estimated you.
Preston: Silas Carp told me.
Cass is at a loss for words, though the look she is giving Preston ask the question her lips fail to do...''How do you...''
Preston: Who do you think suggested Silas to Jason? Silas has been representing me for some time now and he was more than willing to help me keep tabs and Davey. So when Davey told Silas he wanted to continue medical insurance for injured IWF stars Silas went right to work on that and found multiple errors. Majority stemming from the five years he spent off the grid, then the charges started again the summer of 2013 right up to the first of January. Right to this hospital, to one patient.
Cass: He left her their to die. He just left us!
Preston: He didn't leave you, I took him. I remember that night, Cass. I remember them rolling her into surgery and seeing you two in ER beds all those years ago. As they were checking you out, I recognized him. It was hard at first, he looked nothing like himself. I ran up to him and made sure he was alright and he was so incoherent, Cass. Pale, sickly, and not a clue where he was or even who he was. Then, Cass, I hear a voice that carries from the nearby bed saying it was his fault. That he did it. You wanted to send my friend to prison, so I helped my friend by getting him out of the hospital and checking him into a mental institution.
Cass: So...no threats this time just blackmail.
Preston: I'm not blackmailing you. Like I said I know there is nothing I can say to get you to leave and right now I don't want you too. Instead I want you to return to him and lie.
Cass: What?
Preston: I want you to go back to him and lie. When you get back to The Casino he is going to have questions, and you need to convince him that the donations have been legitimate. You need to do more then just sell it though Cass, you will have to believe it. Because if he is not one hundred percent convinced he will start looking into it and if he ever finds out what he did...well...it won't be good for anyone involved.
Cass: Why? I don't think he will completely shut down if he finds out. Why are you treating him like he is so fragile? I have been with him for months now and I can tell you his mind is sharp and he is sober. I think confronting his past would be good for him.
Preston: Do you? Let me give you an example of the sound mind you are trying so hard to defend. Just one example that might help you put things in perspective. There is one addition to this Casino that was lacking in his beloved Vegas Casino.
Cass: What he do? Add a thirteenth slot machine, or make it so the Roulette Wheel doesn't add up to 666.
Preston: He added the doors.
Cass's expression suddenly becomes very serious, no longer taking this lightly.
Cass: What are they for?
Preston: I don't know. He added them on himself, the blueprint doesn't even show the hallway. In fact according to the blueprint there is nothing beyond that VIP door. I have brought it up several times in therapy, but he always danced around it and never directly answered the question. What I do know is that he is scared of them. When he walks down the hall he is always shifting his gaze from side to side, not trusting them. He even has gone so far as to put tape on them, just so he would know if they ever opened.
The scene shifts it's focus visually from Preston and Cass to Davey in his apartment, putting away his cellphone after he called Cass. We can't hear anything, instead we continue hearing Cass and Preston talk as Davey looks out toward the hallway, slowly walking out of his apartment into the hallway.
Cass: How can he be scared of something he built?
Davey spins around, looking at all the doors before closing his eyes and slowly shaking his head. Almost like he can hear something that isn't there. He slowly opens his eyes looking down the hallway, and begins walking steadfast down the hall.
Preston: I can only offer speculation at this point. I have always thought that he has been waiting. Waiting for a reason to..well..open the door both figuratively and literally. Though I think he is afraid of that reason because it's an end game. They might just be doors with presumably empty rooms on the other side but they could be so much more to him.
Davey walks down the hall, constantly moving his eyes from side to side as he passes door after door.
Preston: If he were to ever think he had no choice and open even one of them, the results would be unpredictable. Whatever he is trying to hide will find him if he opens a door.
Davey is standing at the end of the hall way, right across from a door with a small plaque in the center. It just said ''2007.'' Davey stood there, visibly shaking looking at this door before he reaches out and grabs the doorknob. He takes a deep breath, before turning it.
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So...we have arrived.
You have to forgive me, it's all still so surreal. I have dreamed about this moment, when I wasn't plagued with nightmares of the past. Oh but that dream...it was the one thing that kept me human during the dark years. It was my anger and hatred for you that kept me alive but it was the dream that kept me sane. Was the one thing that kept my mind focused. Now, so many years later I have the chance to transcend that dream into something more. Into redemption.
Hello Michael Patrick Kane...
My name is David Allen Ortega and you took five years of my life. You are the entire reason for my downward spiral into self destruction that cost me everything. You, single handedly I might add, sent me to Hell and than you just walked away. Swaggering back off to do it to someone else, because you knew that those struck down by you...stay down. When you slam the gavel down and cast judgment..true judgment...people tend to stay down. Victims like Xavier Cross, Alex Jones, and Rob Diamond have all been judged by you and they have been found guilty. Or weak. Or stupid. Or whatever concept you cling to so you can justify your actions.
you once cast your judgment down on me, only I didn't get nailed to a cross. I was sent through a table you set on fire, in match that debuted in nCw that went on to become a staple match and now, seven years later we get to do it again. IWF will have the privilege of debuting the Dragons Den on their own stage complete with the original cast and the world will be watching. They will be watching on Monday Night, January 27th as I finally realize my dream, and prove myself better than who I was. I will unshackle myself from all the typecasts as choke artists, and underrated. And...I will finally break that glass ceiling. That barrier that separates the good wrestlers from the great wrestlers. They will watch on as I become IWF Imperial Champion, forever cementing myself in IWF history as one of the greatest to ever grace the ring. Oh and I will do one other thing that may sound petty to some, but I will take a certain delight in it. I will prove the Fox-Knite meld that they couldn't of been more wrong about me.
Though Michael the irony of it is I never set out to do any of that. Taking the Imperial title from you, beating you in the very match that altered everything in my life, and most important having everyone. Everyone depending on you, believing you and...well...just needing you to do the impossible and take out a God. I never wanted any of it. All I ever wanted to do was make you suffer. When I started walking on my path I had one thing and one thing only in mind. To make you pay, make you suffer for what you did to me. The only thing I wanted was to break you, in ever sense of the word.
Though my path has taken me to places I had never thought I would go. I began to see beyond myself, passed my own suffering and I saw all the pain you have inflicted. It led me to watching the backs of men I once despised, and actually feeling something when you systematically took them out. One by one you exterminated the Rebellion until there was just one left. One man walking his path that just so happens to lead right to your door step, and you are probably smiling a big smile as you watch me yet again end my path and the Dragons Den.
You still think the same rules apply but this time around you are going to learn the first of many lessons to come that night rather quickly. I am not going to be locked in there with you, YOU are going to be locked in there with ME! I don't care how many people you have fought inside your own creation, I am not impressed by the amount of blood you have shed within it's demonic confines. I guarantee you have never faced someone with such animosity towards you, and I know that's a bold statement. All the former friends and sworn enemies, all the times you have stood opposite from a man you wronged in a heinous way. All those conflicts, all those personal wars will forever pale in comparison to this night.
The things that I will do to you...the things that I have to do to you will require me to do something I never wanted to do again. I have to sever that little bit of humanity that the people have seen shone through, and have clung to like a life raft. I have to rid myself of that because I can not...I can not lower myself to your level with it. I can not carry around that weight. Call me weak if you want...I prefer human. That's why I have to shed that last bit of humanity and unlike you and your lofty claims I will not become something...more. Their is no such thing as something more than human, so I will become something less. I will void myself of my moral compass and Mike, I promise you I am only just now remembering this...all I have to do to make that happen is open this door. That is all I have ever needed to do. Was just...open this door.
Their are consequences though, as with every agonizing choice. If I do this I will become something from your own nightmares, Michael. I will become a vicious sub human who's only refinement is that in the art of brutality. Unable to be reasoned, bought, bullied, or negotiated with and the worst thing about the whole situation is I am not sure if it will all end in the Dragon's Den. I may emerge from there once again scarred, and altered for life. Though the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one, and I know who and what I am right now...I know it's not extreme enough. I have to sacrifice what is holding me back and doing so I may lose what makes me..me. Though if I don't...I will come close...but I will fail and so many people will suffer because of my inability to put you down like the dog you are.
I have to shed morality.
Once again fully embrace the hatred and release the unadulterated Carnage...
...I'll see you on the other side.
A-llonsy
Well howdy there pardner.