Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi" Cordless Power Drill and Screams
Mar 9, 2018 21:07:11 GMT -5
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Post by Charlie 'The Ghost' Rossi on Mar 9, 2018 21:07:11 GMT -5
“I’m the most cold-hearted son-of-a-bitch you’ll ever meet.”
“Murder is not about lust and it’s not about violence. It’s about possession.”
“We serial killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere. And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow.”
“You feel the last bit of breath leaving their body. You’re looking into their eyes. A person in that situation is God!”
“You learn what you need to kill and take care of the details. It’s like changing a tire. The first time you’re careful. By the thirtieth time, you can’t remember where you left the lug wrench.”
“What’s one less person on the face of the earth, anyway?”
-Ted Bundy-
Confessions of "The Ring Rat Killer"
Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi Chronicles
Journal 23 entry 4th dated: March 9th,2018.
The Abduction and Execution of Christina Carson
Las Vegas, Nevada
Las Vegas is unusually warm for this time of year. Crowds gather outside the Edward George Federal Courthouse as the media awaits like a group of frenzied sharks, waiting for a sound bite or a quick video clip of one of the high-profile cases being tried inside the massive complex in the downtown core. However, today's subject is not a part of the media circus- nor involved in one of the myriad of federal trials unfolding inside one of the courtrooms. Inside the courthouse, Christina Carson walks down one of the many corridors, chatting on her cellphone as she scans a brief for one of her upcoming cases.
Christina: Don't worry about it. They're safe... I know. It surprised me too. Have you filed yet? Good. I want to represent you for this one. I've got something going on here, so I can't get away. But I'll meet you....
Her voice fades as she stares into the eyes of a rather large man in a black suit, the glare in his piercing eyes one of anger. He grabs her wrist and she drops the phone. He shakes his head and leads her away toward the elevator....
The camera opens a short time later. However, this time the bustling hallways of the courthouse have been replaced by a dark, empty room illuminated by a single light-bulb that sways from the ceiling. Christina is strapped to a wooden chair, her screams stifled by the red scarf she was wearing earlier stuffed in her mouth. Her navy blue blazer has been removed and the sleeves of her white blouse have been rolled up just past her elbows. Her black shoes and nylons have been removed, and her bare feet are bound just above the ankle and fastened to the legs of the chair. A metal door slides open and two figures walk through the lighted entrance-way. The door slides shut and the impact of metal against concrete echoes throughout the room. The face of Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi comes into view as he approaches his captive. He places the metal briefcase he is carrying onto a table just far enough away from the chair that it could not be reached easily. He opens the briefcase and pulls on a pair of black leather gloves as his associate watches from the shadows. As Charlie approaches Christina, she struggles against her bindings, but the leather straps keep her held fast to the chair. She tries to scream as she strains against the leather straps, but they dig into her exposed flesh. Charlie walks up to her and cocks his head slightly as he lightly caresses the flawless skin of her face with the back of his finger.
Good afternoon, Miss Carson. I'm sure you know who I am, so I don't think I need to introduce myself. I doubt you're very comfortable in that chair. It certainly doesn't look very inviting. Don't worry about your associates. To their knowledge, you are involved in a very important meeting and are not to be disturbed under any circumstances. But to make sure...
The Hunter holds up her cellphone and places it on the table. He removes the back and detaches the battery, slipping it into his pocket.
This never had to happen, Miss Carson. I can assure you that there are other things I could be doing right now. Much more pleasant things. Now, now.. trying to scream will do you no good. We're so far away that nobody could possibly hear you. I can assure you, right now you are very much alone. Now.. I'm sure you know the reason for this meeting. Something very disturbing has transpired, and I believe you have some information that could prove to be useful to me. Now I'm going to remove this scarf. I would recommend you attempt to remain civil and calm. I am not here to do you harm. All I want is information. You tell me what I wish to know, and you will be free to go. However, in life there are choices. And one is in front of you right now. The choice to tell me what I wish to know or resist and test my resolve. I can assure you that the second option is a road you truly do not wish to go down. This can be easy, or it can be difficult. The choice is yours.
At that moment, a cellphone chirps. Rossi lifts a finger and walks away, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his red Galaxy phone. He opens it and holds the phone to his ear.
Yes? Hello, Professor.. no, nothing yet. We were just about to begin. Please tell Pedro that I will meet him later this evening. I know.. we need to prepare ourselves.. I can assure you there is plenty of time for that. Professor. You know that. We will be ready... I promise, Professor. As soon as we have concluded our business, I will contact you and let you know.... yes, please tell Cierra that everything is all right... she seems to have taken to you, my friend. A most positive circumstance indeed... yes. I must get back to work. I think Miss Carson wants to make her choice now. I will let you know.
Rossi snaps the phone shut and replaces it in his pocket. He walks back to his captive and smiles.
"Are you ready to make your choice now?"
She nods her head furiously. Charlie removes the scarf from her mouth and she gasps for air as he places the scarf on the table.
Christina: You son of a bitch.. you have no idea what you're doing. This is KIDNAPPING, DAMMIT!!! I could have you sent to jail for the REST OF YOUR GODDAMN LIFE FOR THIS!!!
The Hunter frowns and slaps her across the face with the back of his hand. He grabs her by the throat and brings his face close to hers, noticing the sheer terror in her eyes as he stares at her, his lips curled in a vicious snarl.
That... was uncalled for. Rule number one, Christina. Keep your tone civil. Resistance will do you no good in here. That was very unpleasant both to my ears and those of my associate. One slight change in pressure and I could easily crush your windpipe. An attorney who is incapable of speech is not much of an attorney at all, would you not agree? Now.. once again. Will you be civil? All you have to do is promise to remain calm and I will allow you to breathe again.
She nods her head and Charlie steps back, releasing his grip on her throat. She gasps for air once again as Charlie pulls up a metal chair, turning it around and straddling it. He removes his black suit jacket and hands it to his associate, whose face remains hidden. Charlie leans on the chair and rests his head in his hands, pausing before continuing.
Let us begin by ascertaining the facts. You work for him, correct?
Christina: Yes.. yes.. is that what this is about? HIM??
Just a yes or no, please, counselor. That's all I need. There is no need for hostility. We are simply having ourselves a conversation here. Merely creating a basis for what is to come.
Christina: Yes.
Good. You're being an excellent witness so far, Miss Carson. Not so difficult when you're the one on the witness stand, is it? Now I'm afraid I have some tougher questions for you. And I would like you to give serious thought to your answers, because much rides on the words you choose. I'm afraid we must dispense with the pleasantries and get down to the meat of the matter, so to speak. Someone went through a lot of trouble to uncover my parentage. I want to know who initiated the search. Who performed the search. Information like that could have only been uncovered by someone with connections in the legal community. The common man on the street would not have the sort of knowledge of where to look. Only someone well versed in the legal workings would know something like that. Which is why we are here today. Now my question to you is this, counselor. WHO initiated the search for my daughter?
Christina: I.. don't..
I would advise you now that it would be unwise to finish that sentence the way you were intending. You know the penalty for perjury, counselor.
Christina: I swear.. I don't know who ordered it.. I can only assume it was HIM.
Assumption is a very dangerous tool, counselor. If I want your assumptions, I will ask for them. But I am here only for the facts. But for the record, let us assume that yes, it was he who ordered the search for my daughter. Why was it done?
Christina: I don't know. I swear to God I don't know!!!!
Shhh... swearing an oath to God is not something that is tolerated here. He cannot hear you. He cannot help you. Only you can help yourself here, counselor. You know something. You see, I have evidence here that proves your involvement in this. I have documentation.. solid proof.. that you know a lot more than you are letting on. Your reluctance to admit your involvement only proves that conventional interrogation will prove fruitless. You consistently wish to hide behind your assumptions and your "I don't know"s. But you do know something. You know so much more than you want to admit to me. There is no point anymore in covering for him. He cannot help you. He cannot save you. You will tell me everything, Christina. Every plan. Every call you made. Every conversation you had with that piece of filth. And it seems that since you wish to do things the hard way, I have no choice.
Charlie walks away into the shadows and emerges a minute later with a metal tub filled with water. He places the tub on the floor and makes his way behind Christina's chair, tilting it up and walking the chair closer to the tub. He lowers the chair so that Christina's bare feet are immersed in the water. She flinches as the freezing water makes contact with her bare flesh. Rossi walks back into the shadows. The sound of the snaps on the briefcase opening echo throughout the room as he returns to the light, a long black cylindrical tube in his hand. Christina's eyes widen in terror.
Yes. You know quite well what this is, don't you? You know what happens when electric current meets water, don't you? Not a pleasant experience. Now.. this will only be as painful and agonizing as you want it to be, Christina. We are going to have our conversation now. And you will tell me everything I want to know.. or else I will have to use this.
Suddenly, a female voice comes out of the shadows.
Voice: Charlie. Stop.
The mysterious figure emerges from the shadows. Christina shivers in sheer terror as she looks into the face of Vanessa, who is holding a cordless power drill in her hand.
Vanessa Rossi: I think this would work much better. Give her something to remember for the rest of her life.
Charlie smiles and takes the drill, pulling the trigger and chuckling as the high-pitched whine echoes throughout the room.
You're right. Electric shock is one thing. We need something more... visceral. Are you ready to talk now, counselor?
Christina: WAIT!! I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!!!
Good girl. Now was that so difficult? Now I am going to ask you questions, and you will answer them truthfully. You see, I am not afraid to use this. Not by any means.
The drill starts up again and the last thing heard before the camera cuts out are the screams.....
Charlie Rossi stood over her dead boy of Christina Carson and tried to calm his trembling hands. He did so successfully, as he has thousands times before. Indeed he could walk among them all day long and they never knew that he had the shakes.
Hello Summer
It's payback time your sister was the first, your next.
Nameless.
Not that is name was Nameless or Charlie Rossi for that matter. But, he liked to think of himself as Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi when he was alone. If, they had really any idea who he was they would be totally freaking. It was indeed payback time, and before this was all over they all would be dead.
An eye for an eye; a neck for a neck; a head for a head;
The time has come for you to be dead.
He had killed Tony Giovinazzo and Pedro Morte and torn up a bit of a town before walking away to make preparations. Little did Summer know that he had killed two other women since shooting Summer's friends. The beginning of the end. For every hundred million people, there was only one like him who could enter the game, change the game, and win the game never thinking twice about what he needed to do to win. And like him those were unusually born and bread in smaller corners of the world. Rossi or Nameless turned his attention to the dead woman in the chair Christina Carson. Good night, Honey pie Sweet stupid dreams. They were all stupid these women.
Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi's Internalized Monologue
A week removed from defeat. The moral of the story I still will go down in the record books as the first active champion in the existence and early history of Action Wrestling. Bragging rights and history is in my back pocket and on my side no is no doubt that there are people watching closing over there shoulders as they have come to understand that what I say I will do and want I say I want I always get. So, one evening I was bested and that one evening is over. There is no since in crying over spilled milk. I say to bigger and better things. We have just begun to scratch the surface of what I can and will be accomplished. The one that calls himself the cure for the common cold Spencer Adams.
Perspective. One person's pain, another's pleasure. One man's agony, another's ecstasy. Something that brings panic to one may be the same that brings comfort to another. Perspective can be a powerful motivator. One event, seen from two different viewpoints, can have diametrically opposing ramifications depending on the perspective. Case in point.. what happened in this very chair. This chair's former occupant was convinced that my sole intention was the infliction of pain and misery. That was her perspective. Her viewpoint. All I wanted was to talk. All I wanted was information, but she chose not to be truthful and to resist my questions. She felt that through deception and dishonesty, she could somehow use her legal wiles to somehow find a peaceful resolution to the issue. Sadly, that was not the case. Oh, I learned what I wanted, but some.... measures... had to be implemented. But that, my friend, is an issue best left in the past. There are other issues at hand Spencer Adams you look to your past to gain strength and guidance for your future. But you see, when you do that, you lose sight of the present. And to do that, knowing that you battle not only myself, but also a man as maniacal as the one who stands before you now, only without the restraints I choose to place upon myself for the betterment of the world beyond these walls- is a very dangerous practice indeed.
I've seen it. Personally, I am not impressed by anything he says. Even less so by his hypocrisy. You see Spencer, this proves exactly what I've been saying all along. This is what I want you to see. I want you to see yourself for exactly what you are. Not the facade of being a shell of your former self. The true Spencer. The vengeful one. The man who will do whatever he has to do in order to fulfill his whims against someone who disagrees with him or tries to intervene to prevent his corruptions from spreading. I must admit, l I found your words somewhat humorous. Not so much comedic, but ironic in their hypocrisy. You refers to himself as one of the old ways and yet just moments before he had referred to me as some sort of "cult leader". Perhaps I'm missing something, my friend.. but in order to be a cult leader, one must first have a cult to control, does he not? Look at the greats. David Koresh had his Branch Dividians. Even Jim Jones had his group at Jones-town. Adolf Hitler had a nation under his thumb. Those were some of the great cult leaders. But I am not in that league, Spencer Adams Not by any stretch of the imagination.
Oh, yes. Without question. I expect no less. And that is where the true test of his mettle will come. He will have to focus himself inside the squared circle. And right now I don't think that's something he can do. He's confused. He's enraged. He's disoriented. And that makes him the easiest prey... and also the most unpredictable and dangerous. Which is why I will not underestimate what he can do. Desperate men do desperate things... but deliberate men do things deliberately. And that is where Spencer and I differ. His desperation versus my deliberation. Where he will be looking for the one big swing with the bat I will be hacking away one strike at a time tell there is nothing left. My steps are planned out and calculated with low risk and high reward.
Nothing personal just strictly business.
Charlie Rossi stood over her dead boy of Christina Carson and tried to calm his trembling hands. He did so successfully, as he has thousands times before. Indeed he could walk among them all day long and they never knew that he had the shakes.
Hello Summer
It's payback time your sister was the first, your next.
Nameless.
Not that is name was Nameless or Charlie Rossi for that matter. But, he liked to think of himself as Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi when he was alone. If, they had really any idea who he was they would be totally freaking. It was indeed payback time, and before this was all over they all would be dead.
An eye for an eye; a neck for a neck; a head for a head;
The time has come for you to be dead.
He had killed Tony Giovinazzo and Pedro Morte and torn up a bit of a town before walking away to make preparations. Little did Summer know that he had killed two other women since shooting Summer's friends. The beginning of the end. For every hundred million people, there was only one like him who could enter the game, change the game, and win the game never thinking twice about what he needed to do to win. And like him those were unusually born and bread in smaller corners of the world. Rossi or Nameless turned his attention to the dead woman in the chair Christina Carson. Good night, Honey pie Sweet stupid dreams. They were all stupid these women.
Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi's Internalized Monologue
A week removed from defeat. The moral of the story I still will go down in the record books as the first active champion in the existence and early history of Action Wrestling. Bragging rights and history is in my back pocket and on my side no is no doubt that there are people watching closing over there shoulders as they have come to understand that what I say I will do and want I say I want I always get. So, one evening I was bested and that one evening is over. There is no since in crying over spilled milk. I say to bigger and better things. We have just begun to scratch the surface of what I can and will be accomplished. The one that calls himself the cure for the common cold Spencer Adams.
Perspective. One person's pain, another's pleasure. One man's agony, another's ecstasy. Something that brings panic to one may be the same that brings comfort to another. Perspective can be a powerful motivator. One event, seen from two different viewpoints, can have diametrically opposing ramifications depending on the perspective. Case in point.. what happened in this very chair. This chair's former occupant was convinced that my sole intention was the infliction of pain and misery. That was her perspective. Her viewpoint. All I wanted was to talk. All I wanted was information, but she chose not to be truthful and to resist my questions. She felt that through deception and dishonesty, she could somehow use her legal wiles to somehow find a peaceful resolution to the issue. Sadly, that was not the case. Oh, I learned what I wanted, but some.... measures... had to be implemented. But that, my friend, is an issue best left in the past. There are other issues at hand Spencer Adams you look to your past to gain strength and guidance for your future. But you see, when you do that, you lose sight of the present. And to do that, knowing that you battle not only myself, but also a man as maniacal as the one who stands before you now, only without the restraints I choose to place upon myself for the betterment of the world beyond these walls- is a very dangerous practice indeed.
I've seen it. Personally, I am not impressed by anything he says. Even less so by his hypocrisy. You see Spencer, this proves exactly what I've been saying all along. This is what I want you to see. I want you to see yourself for exactly what you are. Not the facade of being a shell of your former self. The true Spencer. The vengeful one. The man who will do whatever he has to do in order to fulfill his whims against someone who disagrees with him or tries to intervene to prevent his corruptions from spreading. I must admit, l I found your words somewhat humorous. Not so much comedic, but ironic in their hypocrisy. You refers to himself as one of the old ways and yet just moments before he had referred to me as some sort of "cult leader". Perhaps I'm missing something, my friend.. but in order to be a cult leader, one must first have a cult to control, does he not? Look at the greats. David Koresh had his Branch Dividians. Even Jim Jones had his group at Jones-town. Adolf Hitler had a nation under his thumb. Those were some of the great cult leaders. But I am not in that league, Spencer Adams Not by any stretch of the imagination.
Oh, yes. Without question. I expect no less. And that is where the true test of his mettle will come. He will have to focus himself inside the squared circle. And right now I don't think that's something he can do. He's confused. He's enraged. He's disoriented. And that makes him the easiest prey... and also the most unpredictable and dangerous. Which is why I will not underestimate what he can do. Desperate men do desperate things... but deliberate men do things deliberately. And that is where Spencer and I differ. His desperation versus my deliberation. Where he will be looking for the one big swing with the bat I will be hacking away one strike at a time tell there is nothing left. My steps are planned out and calculated with low risk and high reward.
Nothing personal just strictly business.