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Post by Osh Vaughan on Apr 9, 2024 20:05:50 GMT
Match 1: Casimir Larska vs. Ryan McCann
The mysterious Casimir Larska takes on the formidable and good looking Ryan McCann in what promises to be a clash of styles and personalities.
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Post by Casimir Laska on Apr 17, 2024 16:34:15 GMT
It’s so great hearing from you. I hope you are having the best time on vacation. I can’t wait for you to get home, because you need to see what I’ve been working on. Just like you and Mama always taught me – ‘Kindness always. Do good and be great.”
Remember how you used to ask me what my dreams were? Well Papa, they’re coming true. My friend Jimmy Brooks and I had so much fun doing a wrestling match in front of all those people. You need to meet Jimmy, Papa, you would absolutely love him. He can get a little rambunctious – but trust me, I think I made him aware of what he was doing.
This week Papa – they have me with somebody different to play with. I have something special planned for him. They are even letting us open the show, Papa. This ol’ dirty mug is going to be the first thing those people see, and I promise that nobody in that room is going to forget that moment. You always told me Papa, make them aware.
I really hope you get back soon; it would be cool if you met all these awesome friends I’m making. Ed, what a loveable teddy bear. Andre, he’s big and strong Papa – like one of those bodybuilders we used to watch on TV together. There are so many other friends I haven’t even gotten to meet yet. Jack, Leich, Gem, Crush…
Speaking of Crush, still trying to find a pretty girl to love and adore like you have for Mama. I think with this new beginning – it’s only a matter of time ‘til another blessing happens to your son!
Well, hope you and all the boys on vacation are having a great time, Papa.
Until next time,
I love you.
-Casimir.”
(He sits upright in an old wooden school chair, notepad lying flat on the desk. The room is lit by various candles that flicker with the movement of the wind from the open window. He stands up, smiling while tearing the note from the book. He walks over to the kitchen area, grabbing a knife from the countertop. He makes a small cut on the palm of his left hand – smearing the letter with his own blood.
He crushes the letter into a bloody ball and tosses it into a hamper full of similar notes all crumbled and blood stained. He turns to his stovetop and ignites a flame on a single burner. He places the knife into the flame – until it is hot enough to cauterize the open wound. With the cauterized hand he grabs for a bottle of Tequilla resting on the same countertop. He walks over to the same desk we saw prior and sits again on the old wooden school chair. He grabs at a letter sitting on the corner of the desk. He takes a strong rip from the now open Tequilla bottle before beginning to read.) “Casimir, Why do you not return any response my son? These prison walls grow closer, these halls grow more dangerous – and all I can think about is the son I know nothing about.
Your brother, he visits me. You, you wouldn’t be able to pick my face out of a lineup."
I don't need to see your face, you fucking murderer. (He stands up and throws the old wooden school chair to the floor. He takes another long drink of Tequilla before dropping down to the corner of the room.)
“My son, I am sorry for what your life had to become. Everything you've heard, read or have been told is not the truth. I need to tell you my story."
Your story? You want me to sit and listen to YOUR story? What a selfish prick you are. You want a story, DAD, how about never being able to be told a story by your own Mom? What about the story of the kid who was transferred from home to home - put in corners and basements - while those fake, plastic, monsters received checks to take care of me? Those homes were beautiful - but I only got to see the dark, quiet basements. I will not listen to your story, because I am finally creating mine. I have a vision, Papa. There are targets for this story, Dad and if they aren't - the will all become aware.
But don't let me burden you with my tales, Papa, carry on...
"I sometimes sit back, alone in this cell, dreaming of a life I could only pray that you had.
...does he listen to the good word? ...does he read the good word? ...does he believe in himself?"The good word? Did you not learn anything from Doll, Papa? There is no one protecting us. There is no one watching out for us. There is only fear. The good word you speak of is a collection of made-up tales designed for you to feel better about a world of nothing. A collection of tales designed for you to fear, accept, fall in line and repeat. Understand something, Dad, I do not fear. I am the feared.
"Wherever you are Casimir Laska, I am proud of you. I am proud of how you have survived such atrocities, no fault of your own.
Answer me boy, please.
...do you have a woman by your side? ...do you still keep up with childhood friends? ...do you think about what could have been?"
(He stands up, takes one last taste of Tequilla before throwing it against the wooden panel flooring.)What could have been? Why take me as such a fool Dad? Keep playing fucking games with me Dad, keep playing these fucking games! I WON'T ANSWER YOU. THEY - WILL ANSWER - ME! You've taught me nothing, but I have learned everything. You've guided me nowhere, but I have found my own way. Do you not understand that, Papa? There is no fairy tales. There are no happy endings. There is no redemption. And that's why I am here Papa. To remind the ones waiting to finish their fictional tales. To remind those waiting for their dreams to come true. To show a world full of color - how truly black and white it is. I have never wanted you; I have never needed you. But I will be something you could never be - a father. To those lost, to those desperately searching for stories they will never find, to those looking to right the wrongs done to them - I will be their guide. I will be their promise...I will be there. (He sits back down. Legs folded, letter in hand.)
"For years I have written to you my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams..
I make up a voice in my head of how you would answer me.
I know I will never hear from you, and I've accepted that.
Promise me Casimir, that you will do something so great and so meaningful - that the whole world hears you.
I love you Casmir Laska. My Son.
-Papa"
You finally found the ability to say something meaningful in this abysmal cry, Dad. The whole world WILL hear me. It has started. Last week, went exactly how it was drawn. But this week - this week will be a masterpiece. For those that have received a message, and to those that eventually will - I have promised to guide - but it is only you that can make the right decision. Continue to be a part of these false stories you've been told - or experience enough to write your own. Show me, prove to me, that you have become aware. And if you have not, you only have one other option...(He stands up and heads back towards the small wooden desk. He opens the notebook and turns to the next page.)
beware.
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Post by Ryan McCann on Apr 20, 2024 9:48:10 GMT
[Ryan McCann and Chris Norton are sitting backstage, watching old episodes of Scooby-Doo on a small TV screen. Ryan is engrossed in the show, while Chris watches with amusement.]
Chris: [Chuckling] I can't believe you're watching Scooby-Doo, Ryan. Getting some pointers on how to deal with Casimir Laska?
Ryan: [Smirking] Hey, you never know, Chris. These mystery-solving teens always manage to unmask the so-called monsters in the end. It's always some wimp hiding underneath a mask, right?
Chris: [Laughing] True, true. But I doubt Casimir Laska is just some guy in a rubber suit. Still, it's entertaining to watch them figure it out.
[Ryan continues watching intently as the Scooby-Doo gang encounters the "monster" of the week. As the tension builds, Ryan leans forward, his eyes narrowing.]
Ryan: Ah-ha! See, Chris? It's always the same. Let's see who this so-called monster really is.
[As the gang unmasks the monster, revealing a meek-looking individual, Ryan smirks triumphantly.]
Ryan: Called it! Just as I suspected.
Chris: [Laughing] Looks like you've got it all figured out, Ryan. Maybe we should start handing out Scooby Snacks to the IIW wrestlers. Might make things easier for us.
Ryan: Haha I agree, it’s the same old story, we just didn’t realise!
Chris: Did you hear about what happened with Jimmy Brooks last week?
Ryan nods, a faint furrow forming on his brow. "Yeah, I heard. It's... unsettling, to say the least. But hey, I've faced my fair share of monsters in the ring before. Remember that Monster Mash party with Adam The Monster? I came out on top then, and I'll do it again with this Casimir Laska character."
Chris grins, nodding in agreement. "That's the spirit, Ryan! You're not just a pretty face; you're a seasoned wrestler with years of experience under your belt. There's no way some weird force like Casimir Laska is going to shake you."
Ryan takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenge ahead. "Exactly. Casimir may think he's intimidating, but he's about to find out that there's nothing scarier than facing Pretty Technical in the ring. I'll show him why they call me the perfect male model – because I've got the brains, the brawn, and the beauty to take on any opponent."
Ryan: We can take Casimir at his word all he wants whatever that is but in the last few shows IIW has got a hell of a lot weirder.
Ryan: You know, Chris, Casimir Laska reminds me of that weird kid we had back in high school. You know, the one who always sat alone at lunch, scribbling in his notebook and giving everyone the creeps?
Chris: Oh yeah, I remember him. Always lurking in the shadows, like he knew something we didn't. Kinda like Laska, huh?
Ryan: Exactly! He's got that same eerie vibe, like he's hiding some dark secret beneath that cloak of his. And did you see how he made Jimmy Brooks wet his pants last week? It's like he's got some kind of strange power over people.
Chris: Yeah, it's definitely unsettling. But hey, just like with that weird kid at school, there's always a rational explanation behind the mystery. We just need to dig a little deeper and figure out what makes Laska tick.
Ryan: You're right, Chris. Just like Scooby-Doo taught us, there's always someone hiding under the mask. We just need to uncover the truth behind Casimir Laska and put an end to his reign of weirdness once and for all.
Chris: Sounds like a plan, Ryan. But in the meantime, I think we should keep our distance from Laska. Don't want to end up wetting our own pants, right?
Ryan: Shut up, I’ve got to face him whether I want to or not this week. But I reckon we can get to him.
Cassie? That’s probably what they called him, were you bullied son? Did the mean old 6th graders pick on you? Is that what caused you to go a little kuckoo??
Ryan: Don’t worry though, this is going to be just like a flash back again as you relay all your fears and childhood memories, getting the shit kicked out of you while you scream at home for the teacher!
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Post by Casimir Laska on Apr 21, 2024 9:55:27 GMT
(He sits there, empty bottle of Tequilla still held on by a blood crusted hand - in a faux leather recliner. The other hand holds on to a remote pointing at a static filled television. He wakes briefly, jarring the remote. The station turns suddenly to Cartoon Network. The remote and bottle fall from his hands, and he lets out a loud murmur before slipping back into a very drunken sleep.) ______________________
[The scene opens with the gang gathered around a table, discussing their next mystery to solve. Casmir Laska, the newest member of the group, excitedly suggests they investigate the rumored haunting at a nearby abandoned mansion. As they all agree, Scooby enthusiastically barks and the gang heads off in the Mystery Machine towards their next adventure, with Casimir leading the way with confidence and determination.
As the gang entered the mysterious mansion, Casimir Laska stepped forward with a confident smile and said, "Hello everyone, I'm Casimir Laska! I come from a long line of paranormal investigators, and I'm thrilled to be joining all of you on this spooky adventure. Let's solve this mystery together!" The rest of the gang welcomed him with open arms, excited to have a new member with such enthusiasm and expertise on board.]
Velma: It’s so cool to have you here Casimir, we could always use some more experience. Let me tell ya, these mysteries keep getting stranger and stranger.
Casimir Laska: What an awesome compliment from a strange little boy. Thanks pal, that means a lot!
Velma: Actually, I’m a woman, Casimir – and please don’t pat me on the head like that again.
Casimir Laska: Oh shit! My bad Velma. You just have the same hair as Faggy over there – so I got pretty confused.
Velma: Well, you just offended everyone.
Shaggy: Zoinks!!!!! Casimir, my name’s Shaggy – and you shouldn’t really cuss on a kids show.
Casimir Laska: Ah, come on crew, knock your shit off, we got a mystery to solve.
[As Daphne stepped into the grand entrance hall of the mysterious mansion, her presence commanded attention. Casimir, standing nearby, couldn't help but be struck by her beauty and confidence. It was clear that she was unlike any woman he had ever encountered, and he found himself captivated by her every move as she navigated through the shadows of the mysterious setting.]
Casimir Laska: Ah, now there’s a fucking woman!!
Shaggy: Awwww Zoiiiiiiiinnnkkkkkksssssss.
Velma: Ok, seriously – stop the God Damn cussing.
Casimir Laska: Well, actually, you just did ya creepy little man-girl.
[As Velma sat with a scowl on her face, clearly offended by Casimir's remark, the rest of the crew couldn't help but stifle their laughter. Casimir, oblivious to Velma's anger, continued with his joke, much to the amusement of the others. Velma’s frustration only seemed to fuel their amusement, resulting in an awkward but humorous moment for the entire crew.] Daphne: You’re cute and funny?
Casimir Laska: Tu es magnifique! u es
Velma: You speak French?
Casimir Laska: Oui, je le fais, garçon effrayant.
Scooby Doo: He *ruff* called you *ruff* a creepy boy!! *ruff*
Shaggy: You speak French Scoobs?? Uhhh…Zoinks, like, that’s not cool Casimir. Ghosts and Ghouls are one thing but name-calling is like totally uncool man.
Casimir Laska: Listen Shaggy, I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth, if that’s how you’re going to talk to a guest.
Shaggy: You’re right Cassie – let’s go solve a mystery!
Casimir Laska: Do not call me Cassie.
[As Casimir and the Scooby Doo gang ventured deeper into the eerie Mystery Mansion, they were greeted by creaking floorboards and flickering candlelight. Suddenly, a ghostly figure appeared and disappeared at every turn, leaving everyone on edge. With their combined skills and bravery, they uncovered hidden passages, secret compartments, and clues that will ultimately lead them to the true mastermind behind the haunting - the mansion's long-lost owner.
Casimir and Daphne searched the dimly lit corridors of the mysterious mansion with Scooby Doo by their side, a sense of suspense and adrenaline filled the air. Amidst the ghostly noises and eerie shadows, their eyes met, and a spark of connection ignited. Both feeling the rush of the hunt, they couldn't deny the attraction building between them. With each clue uncovered, their bond grew stronger, and in the midst of their shared bravery, a tender moment unfolded, sealing their budding romantic fate amidst the spooky surroundings of the mysterious mansion.
Nauseated by the romantic moment - Scooby Doo, fueled by determination and loyalty to his friends, bravely ventured off from Casimir and Daphne to find Velma and Shaggy. Following mysterious clues and navigating through the eerie mansion, he finally discovered them tied up and being held captive by the elusive masked owner.
Scooby Doo, with a sense of urgency in his voice, made his way back to Casimir and Daphne's door, pleading for their help in rescuing Velma and Shaggy from the clutches of the masked owner. With tears in his eyes and a tremble in his voice, he recounted the mysterious disappearance of his friends and the dangerous situation they were in. Casimir and Daphne, moved by Scooby's heartfelt plea, immediately geared up to join him in the rescue mission, ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead.
In a shocking turn of events, Scooby Doo, Casimir, and Daphne come together to rescue Velma and Shaggy from danger, only to unmask the masked culprit, revealing it to be Casimir himself. Fueled by deep-seated resentment towards their superficial ways and the societal norms they embody, Casimir orchestrated the scheme to teach them a lesson. This unexpected twist serves as a wake-up call for the gang, forcing them to confront their flaws and strive for more authenticity and gratitude in their lives.] Daphne: We had a moment Casimir, I let you kiss me.
Casimir Laska: I may be different, but I still enjoy a great set of tits.
Scooby Doo: But, *ruff*, why Casimir? *ruff*
Casimir Laska: You all are like everyone else in this God Damn world. You let looks, riches and status rule your world. You put yourself into tiers of who’s better looking, who has more, bladah bladah bladah. You all blend together into one boring piece of shit.
You forget the 6th grader you bullied could turn out to be the most successful person from your class. But because he was different to you then, he’ll be different to you always.
You’ll keep this cycle going for your children, and your children’s children. Until a true savior like me steps in, to finally make you all fucking aware.
I consider it a blessing I never had parents to show me the true plastic ways of this fucking place.
Shaggy: Zoiiiiinkkkkssssss Casimir. Maybe we need our next mystery adventure to be finding out about your parents.
Casimir Laska: Listen Shaggy. Take your dog, the Big-Boob-Bimbo and your creepy little brother and get out of here.
Velma: God-fucking-damnit, I am a girl!
Scooby Doo: No *ruff* cussing Velma – it’s a *ruff* kids show!
[Scooby, Velma, Daphne, and Shaggy walked out of the mystery mansion with their heads hung low, feeling embarrassed after Casimir had ruthlessly exposed their insecurities and fears. As they shuffled away, the weight of their shame was palpable, knowing that their vulnerabilities had been laid bare for all to see.] _______________________
(Casimir slowly opens his eyes, squinting at the bright light coming from the TV. As his head throbs with the remnants of his drunken stupor, he tries to piece together the strange sight in front of him. Confusion sets in when he realizes that "Scooby-Doo" is playing on the screen, a show he has never had any interest in. Rubbing his temples, he chuckles to himself at the absurdity of the situation, wondering how on earth a children's cartoon ended up on his TV in the first place.
He throws the remote at the Television, completely shattering the picture.
Casimir's actions were destructive and rash, but they stemmed from a place of frustration with the perceived shallow and contrived nature of certain media content. While his reaction may have been extreme, it highlights the impact that entertainment can have on individuals and their emotions.
With a message meant for one person only, he looks to the camera and speaks…)
Casimir Laska: Daphne said I was good looking too. Bitch.
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