Post by Dave Dangerously on May 28, 2020 15:03:09 GMT -6
Chapter One
The lonely grave of Anthony B. Knipe
The lonely grave of Anthony B. Knipe
A graveyard holds many secrets, but won’t give them up so easily. So many stories waiting to be told, so many songs left unfinished.
As the worms tear through below the surface, the past begins to unearth. But in such a hollowed ground as the Murphysboro Memorial Cemetery, can anything stay buried forever?
Lightning strikes a nearby pasture, as a door slams shut, and a boot stomps down into a muddy puddle. The rain drives down from above sideways, and with a gale force wind. It is a particularly spectacular thunderstorm this evening, perhaps signaling the arrival of events yet to come?
A rain-soaked figure, clad in dark trench coat and hat walks into the heart of the cemetery, and stops at a headstone, dripping with rain as if a stream washed over it. A gloved hand stretches out and feels across the stone and the letters:
ANTHONY B KNIPE
No other markings adorn the stone.
The gloved hand reaches down into the soil at the base of the stone. It is wet, loose, muddy, and disturbed. This soil has been broken recently, as if the soil has been replaced.
The figure produces a shovel and begins to dig.
After a few moments, the shovel hits something hard, and the figure drops down, spearing the hard surface with the shovel, breaking it. The shovel is then discarded, and the figure reaches down to dig with their hands.
After a moment of hand digging, we see the figure stop, and stare. As we look into the newly dug hole, we see a wooden box, but inside doesn’t lay the corpse of a man, but in fact money. A great amount of money.
The figure collects the money into a duffel bag, and then heads back towards their car, slamming the door, and turning the ignition. The car speeds away.
Another figure steps into view, holding a clear vinyl umbrella, as the rain beats down on it with a percussive sound.
The camera pans to reveal this man is Dave Dangerously. He begins to smile.
Dave Dangerously: Buenos Aires.
Cut to an establishing shot of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
FBI Headquarters, Pennsylvania office
We are greeted with a shot of FBI agent Special Agent Magdalene Claremont, Maggie for short. She is sitting at her desk, looking over some case files.
Maggie Claremont: Hey, James, do you have the file on the crazy muscle guy from last year?
Maggie’s partner, Special Agent James Elmo drops a folder on her desk, along with a mug of steaming hot coffee.
James Elmo: Here you go, one Thomas Harrison.
Maggie Claremont: Thanks. This guy was a wrestler, huh?
James Elmo: Yeah, a pretty damn good one too. Former champion.
Maggie Claremont: You know, James…I read your file. I know you used to be involved in professional wrestling.
James Elmo: It was a long time, I really don’t want to talk about it…
Maggie Claremont: I also heard you used to be a freestyle rapper!
James Elmo: Come on, Magpie, quit busting my balls over here. I went to reform school and then Quantico. I paid my dues just like you.
Maggie Claremont: I know, I know. I was just busting your balls partner. Thanks for the coffee.
Maggie takes a sip of the coffee while looking at the file.
Maggie Claremont: Now, this guy may know the perp we’re looking for?
James Elmo: Well, they worked together back in the day, and they were pretty close.
Maggie Claremont: Well, looks like we’ve got our day set up. Let’s go take a look at this guy, see if we can get some information.
James Elmo: Yeah, see, there’s the rub…this guy is in a mental institute.
Maggie Claremont: What? It doesn’t say that in this file.
James Elmo: It was redacted. I talked to some former friends of mine, former wrestlers. So apparently, the guy went crazy. Thought he was an ancient roman gladiator reincarnated or some BS like that. Started working for a guy who was actually involved in the Catholic Church, in all KINDS of scandals. Believed that guy was God and followed his orders. Then he kind of lost it, thinking he was a part of some special top secret government program to make super soldiers, and that he was brainwashed. The guy was a pinnacle of strength and power and he lost all of his muscle mass. He’s completely invalid now.
Maggie Claremont: Can he speak?
James Elmo: Maybe?
Maggie Claremont: Saddle up, James.
The two FBI Special Agents get in their car and head to the Belmont Center of Comprehensive Treatment in Philadelphia. They enter the lobby and check in.
Maggie Claremont: Special Agent Claremont, this is Special Agent Elmo. We’re here to see Thomas Harrison, and ask him a few questions.
The clerk has the Agents sign in.
James Elmo: Magpie, you go ahead and talk to Harrison, I’m going to poke around a bit. I thought I saw someone.
Maggie Claremont: Okay, I’ll meet back up here with you in 20 minutes. If I can get anything out of Harrison, I’ll call you.
Elmo nods, and walks across the lobby. A nurse comes for Special Agent Claremont and leads her to a rec room.
Inside the rec room, we see former ICW World Heavyweight Champion The Gladiator Tommy Harrison, sitting in a wheelchair, looking at a puzzle on a table.
Maggie Claremont: to nurse is it okay to talk?
The nurse nods, and excuses herself.
Maggie Claremont: Hello Mr. Harrison, my name is Special Agent Claremont. I would like to ask you a few questions, would that be okay?
Harrison stares into nothing.
Maggie Claremont: I’m working on a homicide case that has a few curiosities surrounding it, I was wondering if you could help me out.
Maggie opens a file and places it on the table. Harrison still stares into nothingness.
Maggie Claremont: Do you remember this man? You worked together.
Maggie produces a picture of Healius, legendary wrestler and former mentor to Harrison.
He gives no reaction.
Maggie Claremont: Okay, how about this one?
Maggie produces a picture of Dave Dangerously, legendary ICW Champion. Again, no reaction from Harrison.
Maggie Claremont: Nothing, huh?
We then see Special Agent Elmo walking around the hospital, as he steps around a corner, he sees someone walking rapidly through a door, it slamming behind him. He moves in to investigate.
James Elmo: Hello? Hello? Anyone there?
He is in what looks to be a darkly lit store room, with some files strewn around. Elmo turns on his flashlight, and begins to look at one of the boxes.
James Elmo: What the hell?
Elmo picks up a file box that says THOMAS HARRISON on it, but the box just has empty folders inside.
Elmo flips through and then notices some more file folders on the floor, with the words ANTHONY KNIPE on the label at the top.
James Elmo: Knipe? EMMF? What in the world?
Elmo hears a thud, and some papers falling around, and springs up, holding the flashlight.
James Elmo: Who’s there? FBI! Come out!
Maggie Claremont pulls out another picture for Thomas Harrison.
Maggie Claremont: Okay, big guy. How about this one?
Harrison stares into nothingness, but glances at the picture out of the corner of his eye. He then becomes fixated on it, and stares…he looks SHOCKED and TERRIFIED.
Maggie Claremont: Mr. Harrison? You remember this man?
Tommy Harrison: H-h….h—h-him…it’s…HIM.
James Elmo’s flashlight begins to flicker, as the room becomes darker. He draws his standard issue firearm.
James Elmo: FBI! SPECIAL AGENT! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!
Elmo is struck by a folder being thrown at him, and then the door closes as someone runs through it.
James Elmo: GET BACK HERE!
Elmo chases after the person, out of a window and into an alley way.
Maggie Claremont: Mr. Harrison, you seem agitated at this man, what did he do to you?
Tommy Harrison: H-h-h-h-HIM, IT WAS HIM!
Maggie Claremont: What did he do? Did he do something to you? Did he make you this way?
Elmo is outside looking for the man that just fled the stock room. He has his gun drawn, but cannot seem to find anything.
James Elmo: Damn…I need to call Magpie.
Elmo reaches for his phone, but he is hit in the back of the head, dropping the phone and his sidearm, and falling to the ground.
Maggie Claremont: exiting the hospital, dialing the phone James…answer!
Elmo stirs around, as we see feet walk up to him from behind. We hear the cocking of a gun.
Maggie Claremont: James, come on, it’s Maggie, I got your voicemail. Listen, I’m done with Harrison, he popped on one of the names, the one we thought it may be.
A gun comes into a view, a Walther PPK with long silenced barrel. It presses against the back of James Elmo’s head.
Maggie Claremont: We know who we gotta look for next! PP7! ScottiePP7! The founder of ICW!
BLAM! A gunshot shakes the surrounding area. Claremont stops the voicemail and draws her sidearm. She runs to where she heard the shot come from, the alleyway, where she sees her partner laying in a pool of blood, alone.
Maggie Claremont: JAMES! NO! picks up phone SPECIAL AGENT DOWN! I have an agent down! NEED BACKUP!
Special Agent Claremont points her gun around as she looks for any possible shooters, before realizing they are alone. She bends down to hold her partner in her arms, as sirens wail in the distance…
Buenos Aires, Argentina
We see a hotel lobby in Buenos Aires, as the figure in the trenchcoat from earlier checks in, with just one bag, the duffel bag.
The figure goes upstairs and into the room. The light is off, the figure closes the door, and turns on the light, revealing none other than Dave Dangerously Standing in the room, arms crossed
Dave Dangerously: Hello, William.
The figure removes the hat to reveal none other than Hoyakillah, former milquetoast du jour.
Hoyakillah: You? Why does it always have to be you?
Dave Dangerously: Excuse me?
Hoyakillah: No matter how much I try, no matter what narrative I try to spin, YOU interject yourself always. It’s ALWAYS ABOUT YOU.
Dave Dangerously: What in the BLUE HELL are you talking about, Schlickenmaier?
Hoyakillah: I was SO CLOSE to being out. FOR GOOD. And you had to mess it up.
Dave Dangerously: Mess it up? What about the part where you stole a bag of money from ABVP’s grave?
Hoyakillah: That was a cache of funds left over from the Twelve’s grand fortune.
Dave Dangerously: The Twelve? But I thought I wrote that on the fly and never had any resolution or ending in sight to that storyline at all?
Hoyakillah: Yeah, it was pretty weak and thin, but NONETHELESS, my little Dudley friend, this is the end, and where our two tales diverge…FOREVER.
Hoya throws the bag down, and takes off the trenchcoat, preparing for action.
Dave Dangerously: I didn’t come here to fight you, Hoya. My fighting days are done now.
Hoyakillah: Oh yeah, I forgot what had happened to you. Mr. Most Dangerous Hardcore Icon is afraid to fight now? He’s a pacifist?
Dave Dangerously: Look, I was there for the same reason as you, I wanted that cash. You led me right to it, and I knew you were going to come here next, because I know who you’re meeting here.
Hoyakillah: Oh yeah? You think you have all the answers, do you?
Dave Dangerously: I don’t care what you guys are up to, I just want that money. I need to start over again.
Hoyakillah: My friend, there IS NO “starting over” for people like us. For what we’ve done. There is only…THE END!
Hoya charges at Dave, but he is countered with the 4D!!!!! THE DAVE DANGEROUSLY DEATH DROP!!! Hoya is down.
Dave Dangerously: No! Damn it! Look at what you made me do. I SWORE I would never hurt anyone again.
Dave picks up the bag full of cash.
Dave Dangerously: I don’t know what you were going to do with this, but I know that I will do a lot better with it than you will. You and your kind. You think that a great education, good looks and money will take you a long way in your life. Maybe even to the top. But you’re wrong, William. You’ve always been wrong. All of your machinations and controls from behind the scenes…you WIN the people over with hearts and minds, not surveillance and authority. You’ve always been weak.
Hoya staggers to his feet…
Hoyakillah: DUDLEY!!!!!!!
Hoya charges towards Dangerously, but Dangerously drop toe holds Hoyakillah THROUGH THE WINDOW!!!!!!!! HE FALLS TO THE STREET BELOW!
Dave Dangerously: Hoya Killed. A-GAIN.
The camera shows Hoyakillah laying down below, extremely dead.
Dave Dangerously exits the room, bag in tow.
He gets into a taxi cab in front of the hotel.
Dave Dangerously: Pier 1 please.
Taxi driver: Imports?
Dave Dangerously: No, the actual pier. I’ve got a boat to catch.
The taxi drives through town, as we scenes of Buenos Aires, before stopping near a body of water.
Dave Dangerously: Hey, wait, this isn’t the pier. What the hell?
The taxi driver turns around and shoots Dave Dangerously in the shoulder.
Dangerously slumps out of the taxi, as the driver gets out and gets the duffel bag. Dangerously crawls away, as the taxi driver plugs him once more right in the back, stopping him.
Taxi driver: Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Dudley.
The taxi driver kicks Dangerously into the water, as he reloads his Walther PPK, silenced. He takes off his sunglasses and fake mustache to reveal none other than ScottiePP7, clutching the duffel bag and smiling.
ScottiePP7: Gotcha!
Scottie walks over to a parked black car with a driver waiting inside, and gets in.
ScottiePP7: We’re done here. Take me to the airport.
Scottie picks up the phone
ScottiePP7: The last piece of the fortune has been picked up, and now we’re ready. Yes, that’s right. All Twelve pieces of my fortune, reunited at last with me. The last one buried with that idiot from EMMF. That’s right, thanks to ABVP, ICW will finally, at last, return. So that WE CAN DESTROY IT ONCE AND FOR ALL!
Scottie laughs, as he looks through the money…
Cut back to the water, as it is bubbling and stirring. The water ripples as Dave Dangerously emerges from it, bleeding profusely. He crawls onto the paved road near the docks, as a trail of blood follows him. He manages to get to his knees and looks up.
Dave Dangerously: Okay suckers, you’ve taken your best shot.
focuses in on Dangerously’s face
Dave Dangerously: Now it’s my turn.
To be continued