Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi "Invisible to the Naked Eye"
Feb 5, 2018 18:25:29 GMT -5
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Post by Charlie 'The Ghost' Rossi on Feb 5, 2018 18:25:29 GMT -5
“Even psychopaths have emotions; then again, maybe not.”
“You don't understand me. You are not expected to. You are not capable. I am beyond your experience.
I am beyond good and evil. I will be avenged. Lucifer dwells in all of us.... I don't believe in the hypocritical,
moralistic dogma of this so-called civilized society.... You maggots make me sick! Hypocrites one and all....
I don't need to hear all of society's rationalizations. I've heard them all before...legions of the night, night
breed, repeat not the errors of the night prowler and show no mercy.” -John Ramirez-
I am beyond good and evil. I will be avenged. Lucifer dwells in all of us.... I don't believe in the hypocritical,
moralistic dogma of this so-called civilized society.... You maggots make me sick! Hypocrites one and all....
I don't need to hear all of society's rationalizations. I've heard them all before...legions of the night, night
breed, repeat not the errors of the night prowler and show no mercy.” -John Ramirez-
Confessions of the" Ring Rat Killer"
Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi Chronicles
Journal 23 entry 1st dated: February 5th,2018.
Intelligence. Emotionless, and calculated these are the very adjectives
that describe the perfect homicidal genius that I have become. You see
I am the perfect predictor that can blend into any scenery. They can lead
normal lives like anyone plummer, sales director, school teacher, janitor,
the list is a mile long in this case I chose the profession of sports
entertainment. You see it allows me to travel from city to city and state to
state under the false identity of the character I pro-try on national television.
You can never pin point me in one place long enough for things to catch up to
me. I consider it the perfect mask one that I can slip on and off at anytime and
like the invisible spirit I am named after I vanish into thin air leaving no trace of
my existence but the carnage of bodies of the woman who's lives I chosen to
take with me. Why women you ask? That is a very in-depth and complicated
question I will answer in another journal entry. For, now my story is in the
beginning stages but like any good story you will have your highs and lows but
you will have action, drama, suspense and horror in due time but for now lets
start in the beginning with Christi Yandie Carson.
I was working for Wrestling Championship Federation and we had made a stop
on our tour in a small town outside of Houston. Mind you when I am overcome
by this thirst genuinely I can fight off the emotions of wanting to subdue my
prey right away but sweet Christi Carson the stupid woman she is just was way to
easy. Like an air-horn screaming in my psyche that she was the same type of trash I
enjoy exposing of when I saw her walk in with another worker (professional
wrestler). She dressed in clad attire sporting a short skirt and tube top showing
off her curves. In our business we call these type of women who frequent the
beds of professional wrestlers "Ring Rats". They are fast, easy, and are a dine
a dozen. These type of women discuss me to the point of me making myself
physically ill.
So, while this worker was making his rounds in the refreshments room backstage that
night at the Wrestling Championship Federation event made it a point to ensure that
she noticed me looking at her. Its funny,really I simple knew that I set the trap for this
"Rat" and she would come to me. A simple wink and inviting jester to this filthy whore
she was like putty in my hand. And another thing usually I do my research of my victims
but she was to easy and I could not help but put in place the events that would lead to
Christi Carson being added to the many notches on my belt that I have accumulated
over my two plus decades I have been feeding my addiction. But, were I pride myself
on picking out the most uncomplicated victims boy was I damn wrong when I decided
to take the live of Christi Yandie Carson.
Lately, I have had to scale back my practice and perspiration in my addiction. Come,
to find out there has been a Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) agent by the name of
Summer Anne Carson that has been onto what now has been nationally deemed "The
Ring Rat Killer." She has been following Wrestling Championship Federation and now my
newest employer Action Wrestling to is caught in the cross hairs of my insanity. She
currently will stop at nothing to catch the person or persons that have killed thirty
women all have been associated at one time or another in attending an event, connection
to a wrestler in some form or another. They can say that for certain someone actively
working on one or both of the rosters for Wrestling Championship Federation and Action
Wrestling is hording and cultivating a living breathing monster. Oh sweet dear Summer
Anne Carson catch me if you can or die if you must. -Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi-
Houston, Texas January 19th,2017
Christi Yandie Carson
5"7 118lbs short brown hair and green eyes late- thirites.
Missing after attending a professional wrestling show in Houston, Texas. Body
found twenty one days later decomposing in a shallow retention pond.
Journal 23 entry 1st dated: February 5th,2018.
Intelligence. Emotionless, and calculated these are the very adjectives
that describe the perfect homicidal genius that I have become. You see
I am the perfect predictor that can blend into any scenery. They can lead
normal lives like anyone plummer, sales director, school teacher, janitor,
the list is a mile long in this case I chose the profession of sports
entertainment. You see it allows me to travel from city to city and state to
state under the false identity of the character I pro-try on national television.
You can never pin point me in one place long enough for things to catch up to
me. I consider it the perfect mask one that I can slip on and off at anytime and
like the invisible spirit I am named after I vanish into thin air leaving no trace of
my existence but the carnage of bodies of the woman who's lives I chosen to
take with me. Why women you ask? That is a very in-depth and complicated
question I will answer in another journal entry. For, now my story is in the
beginning stages but like any good story you will have your highs and lows but
you will have action, drama, suspense and horror in due time but for now lets
start in the beginning with Christi Yandie Carson.
I was working for Wrestling Championship Federation and we had made a stop
on our tour in a small town outside of Houston. Mind you when I am overcome
by this thirst genuinely I can fight off the emotions of wanting to subdue my
prey right away but sweet Christi Carson the stupid woman she is just was way to
easy. Like an air-horn screaming in my psyche that she was the same type of trash I
enjoy exposing of when I saw her walk in with another worker (professional
wrestler). She dressed in clad attire sporting a short skirt and tube top showing
off her curves. In our business we call these type of women who frequent the
beds of professional wrestlers "Ring Rats". They are fast, easy, and are a dine
a dozen. These type of women discuss me to the point of me making myself
physically ill.
So, while this worker was making his rounds in the refreshments room backstage that
night at the Wrestling Championship Federation event made it a point to ensure that
she noticed me looking at her. Its funny,really I simple knew that I set the trap for this
"Rat" and she would come to me. A simple wink and inviting jester to this filthy whore
she was like putty in my hand. And another thing usually I do my research of my victims
but she was to easy and I could not help but put in place the events that would lead to
Christi Carson being added to the many notches on my belt that I have accumulated
over my two plus decades I have been feeding my addiction. But, were I pride myself
on picking out the most uncomplicated victims boy was I damn wrong when I decided
to take the live of Christi Yandie Carson.
Lately, I have had to scale back my practice and perspiration in my addiction. Come,
to find out there has been a Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) agent by the name of
Summer Anne Carson that has been onto what now has been nationally deemed "The
Ring Rat Killer." She has been following Wrestling Championship Federation and now my
newest employer Action Wrestling to is caught in the cross hairs of my insanity. She
currently will stop at nothing to catch the person or persons that have killed thirty
women all have been associated at one time or another in attending an event, connection
to a wrestler in some form or another. They can say that for certain someone actively
working on one or both of the rosters for Wrestling Championship Federation and Action
Wrestling is hording and cultivating a living breathing monster. Oh sweet dear Summer
Anne Carson catch me if you can or die if you must. -Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi-
Houston, Texas January 19th,2017
Christi Yandie Carson
5"7 118lbs short brown hair and green eyes late- thirites.
Missing after attending a professional wrestling show in Houston, Texas. Body
found twenty one days later decomposing in a shallow retention pond.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand but forgot that his
hand was sealed in a latex glove. The rubber squeaked across his skin like a squeegee on
a windshield, pushing the sweat towards his right eyebrow until it ran down to his eye and
burned. He pulled up his shirt tail and rubbed his eyes. He looked down at the water around
his knees that was undulating like oil against his waders. He twisted his legs and dug in a little
deeper; its was not easy keeping his balance standing in the soft peat that lines the banks. He
turned again and looked at the tin abandon shack, silhouetted like a gravestone against the
starry sky. This has to be the place, Rossi thought. They must be around here somewhere.
He shuffled forward in the water, probing with his toes until his boots finally stuck something
soft. Charlie kicked at the object but it didn't move, whatever it was it was large and heavy.
He reached into the inky liquid wit both arms, until his chest almost touched the surface; the
water seeped into his gloves around his wrists and ran down cool over his palms and fingertips.
Rossi, pushed on the object; the lump felt spongy but firm. He felt around the surface until
the lump abruptly narrowed at one end. he felt the contours of a face or what was left of one.
He pulled his arms from the water and looked at his gloves; he rubbed his fingertips together,
making a mental note not to wipe his forehead again. He looked across the water and saw the
shadowy line of the boat trolling slowly in the distance, its spotlight sweeping the water like
a wondering eye. Rossi, took out his own flashlight and switched it on, then pointed at it in
the distance. A moment later, the boat's spotlight swung towards him and flooded his
position with blinding white light. Charlie Rossi covered his eyes with his forearm.
"Did your find em?" Pedro Morte called out.
"One of them" Charlie shouted. The other one must be near by bring the boat along side and
get the tarp.
The moon was it its last quarter, allowing the stars to dominate the sky, and there were
millions of them more than Charlie had ever seen before. You couldn't seem them in the
city, where the party never ended and the lights were never off. For starts like this you
had to head deep in the swamps of Texas which no one in there right mind ever did
at least not at this time of night. It was a peaceful night, a beautiful night, a night a man
could almost relax and enjoy if he didn't know what was coming. The air was hot and heavy
allowing a thick gray mist to finger its way around the knees of the old bald cypresses and
water tupelos that lined the banks of the water. Nothing in the swamp was moving not the
dangling strands of black moss, not the needle sharp tips of the tall marsh grass. not even
the mosquitoes; as if every living were hunkered down for the approaching storm. Rossi
thought about the stories that he had heard, about the way animals and insects can sense
a disaster before it occurs, and Charlie wondered if it was true. Maybe it was; maybe the
mosquitoes were smarter than the people of South Texas. It wouldn't surprise him.
The boat's pilot brought the boat in closer and killed the motor, and then eased himself
over the edge and into the water. "Where is it?" Pedro asked.
You're almost standing on it. The head's up here; and the feet are down there. "Give me a
hand."
Together the two men worked the plastic sheet under the body until the roughly lay in
the center of the tarp. On the count of three they hoisted the body slowly to the
surface of the water and waited as the water drained from one end; reviling the badly
decomposed body of a woman in tattered clothing.
"He weighs a ton" Pedro the boat's pilot said. "How big was she?"
"What do you expect her lungs and gut are full of water" Charlie muttered. "Let it drain
for a minute."
Morte made a gagging sound. "Ugh the smell."
"What do you expect, She's been here two weeks. "Come on lets get her into the boat."
A few minutes later the two men stood panting, resting against the edge of the boat,
staring down at the loosely wrapped figure laying at the bottom of the fiberglass
haul.
"This is a lot harder at night." Pedro Morte grumbled "Did we have to do it now?'
Off in the distance you can here the sound of an air boat on the approach as Rossi
and Morte both pull there respected side arms. Both men brace for the approaching
boat as stated before you would have to be silly to be out here on the swamp at this
time of night unless you had your own fixed agenda.
To be continued......
Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi's Internalized Monologue
Dion, fancy meeting you here. While my name may be unknown to you for now on the
other hand I know very well the reputation that proceeds you. A round of applause for
you in gaining notoriety in this business. You have gained fame in this business and
fortune your accolades rival even my own. Good for you Dion. Super impressive! This
business is a family affair for you I have read. Indeed, very interesting I find this to be.
I see a lot of commonalities between you and I Dion.
Family is I agree is everything in life it is what makes our breaks the experiences we have
and shapes us into the people that we are. It was not long ago that my family was leading
a battle for lands and riches in this business. We conquered many a territories and stole
the hearts of me people alike as every title and prestigious championships was added to
our dynasty. I am no slouch when it comes to this game. I have been down every road and
experienced every highs and lows that this business has to offer. So, Dion lets cut to the
chase and spare me the bullshit banter back and forth on this dick measuring contest.
Heed, my words I promise you no word you can say or phrase you utter can intimidate me. I
am not new to this game and I will be damned if you Dion will treat me as such.
Twenty plus, fucking years I have gave this business my all. You will not supersede me in
intelligence or talent. Praying to your deity will give you no upper hand in this clash of the
titans. Everyone, in the back and in the stands will be watching us both at the Clash seeing who
will come unglued and who will have there hands raised in victory. Everyone has there
weaknesses and short comings it is my duty to ensure that I expose yours and capitalize
on yours first which trust me I intend to do just that.
From the day I stepped into this business I always have prided myself on keeping my
mind, body, and soul primed to go the distance. Still, to this very day I am a scholar of
this business but when most will fall to there pride I still know that the student and
teacher are equal. Daily ,I still study footage and break down the offenses and defenses
of my opponents. Without, preparation there always leaves a chance for loss and I
can guarantee that Dion I will not fail in my attempt to pin your shoulders to the mat.
I will and have sacrificed for the sake of being one of if not the very best in this business
and you Dion will be on the receiving end of a very disappointing night when you are
left dazed and confused kissing the ring lights. It only takes three seconds to dismantle
and disorientate an opponent. Dion, dropping you on your head just once will with out a
shadow of a doubt be the cause of your loss and my gain.
Dion, were I find your attire and ring presence very mundane and childish I do know
that there is danger in under estimating ones opponent that is why you have the
benefit of being given the chance a punchers chance in hell in gaining victory.
Embracing confusion and madness is what your deity teaches you. Honestly,
it makes me chuckle as such a false sense of hope you find in such teachings. Its
damn near blasphemy. Its a fucking crying shame that you a man of such high caliber
upbringings and teaching would be so stupid and childish to fall for such a line of
utter bullshit. But that is the bed you choose to lay in now you must suffer the
consequences for the decision you have made Dion.
A cold and very calculated game plan is put into place. There is a visual target on your
back Dion and my arrow will be the very arrow that hits the bulls-eye on the very first try,
Dion, a stealthy veteran needs only one shot and all it takes is one little crack in you
proverbial armor and your shit up the creek without a paddle my friend. As a reminder
its nothing personal my friend its just strictly business. Enjoy, these days leading up
to the "Clash" because mark my words you will be the one wishing that the hand you
were dealt was a different one. Check Mate mother-fucker.
Dion, fancy meeting you here. While my name may be unknown to you for now on the
other hand I know very well the reputation that proceeds you. A round of applause for
you in gaining notoriety in this business. You have gained fame in this business and
fortune your accolades rival even my own. Good for you Dion. Super impressive! This
business is a family affair for you I have read. Indeed, very interesting I find this to be.
I see a lot of commonalities between you and I Dion.
Family is I agree is everything in life it is what makes our breaks the experiences we have
and shapes us into the people that we are. It was not long ago that my family was leading
a battle for lands and riches in this business. We conquered many a territories and stole
the hearts of me people alike as every title and prestigious championships was added to
our dynasty. I am no slouch when it comes to this game. I have been down every road and
experienced every highs and lows that this business has to offer. So, Dion lets cut to the
chase and spare me the bullshit banter back and forth on this dick measuring contest.
Heed, my words I promise you no word you can say or phrase you utter can intimidate me. I
am not new to this game and I will be damned if you Dion will treat me as such.
Twenty plus, fucking years I have gave this business my all. You will not supersede me in
intelligence or talent. Praying to your deity will give you no upper hand in this clash of the
titans. Everyone, in the back and in the stands will be watching us both at the Clash seeing who
will come unglued and who will have there hands raised in victory. Everyone has there
weaknesses and short comings it is my duty to ensure that I expose yours and capitalize
on yours first which trust me I intend to do just that.
From the day I stepped into this business I always have prided myself on keeping my
mind, body, and soul primed to go the distance. Still, to this very day I am a scholar of
this business but when most will fall to there pride I still know that the student and
teacher are equal. Daily ,I still study footage and break down the offenses and defenses
of my opponents. Without, preparation there always leaves a chance for loss and I
can guarantee that Dion I will not fail in my attempt to pin your shoulders to the mat.
I will and have sacrificed for the sake of being one of if not the very best in this business
and you Dion will be on the receiving end of a very disappointing night when you are
left dazed and confused kissing the ring lights. It only takes three seconds to dismantle
and disorientate an opponent. Dion, dropping you on your head just once will with out a
shadow of a doubt be the cause of your loss and my gain.
Dion, were I find your attire and ring presence very mundane and childish I do know
that there is danger in under estimating ones opponent that is why you have the
benefit of being given the chance a punchers chance in hell in gaining victory.
Embracing confusion and madness is what your deity teaches you. Honestly,
it makes me chuckle as such a false sense of hope you find in such teachings. Its
damn near blasphemy. Its a fucking crying shame that you a man of such high caliber
upbringings and teaching would be so stupid and childish to fall for such a line of
utter bullshit. But that is the bed you choose to lay in now you must suffer the
consequences for the decision you have made Dion.
A cold and very calculated game plan is put into place. There is a visual target on your
back Dion and my arrow will be the very arrow that hits the bulls-eye on the very first try,
Dion, a stealthy veteran needs only one shot and all it takes is one little crack in you
proverbial armor and your shit up the creek without a paddle my friend. As a reminder
its nothing personal my friend its just strictly business. Enjoy, these days leading up
to the "Clash" because mark my words you will be the one wishing that the hand you
were dealt was a different one. Check Mate mother-fucker.