Post by Grimm on Sept 4, 2015 12:33:57 GMT -5
Grimm
Museum: Hangtown Institute for Further Study
Medium: Organic matter, mechanisms, wood, fog, fungi spoors, leaf dust, holly, ivy, beard
Origin: All Souls Hollow by way of Leper’s Fork
Documented in various catalogues and grimoires – hints, allegations, suggestions, inscrutabilities
As has been well documented (see exhibit notes), Phinehas Dillinger is a man with a penchant, if not an aptitude, for violence. Phinehas (see also: Grimm, The Lord of Misrule, The Hangtown Horror, the Abomination of Desolation, Arkham, Mandrake, Will o’ the Wisp, The Kill Devil Hills Daredevil, Silas Wormwood) has not only cut a swathe through opponents over the years, but has also committed grave atrocities against his own brother, William, as well as on-again, off-again partner Michael Wryght. Such actions include:
· Powerbombing his brother just right across a folding chair, rendering him paralyzed for years
· Fileting Mr. Wryght’s beautiful, beautiful face during a Pain of Glass Match
· Blinding an opponent (Joker – but not PCW’s Tha Joka) in a C-4 explosive-laced turnbuckle match
· SNAP. CRACKLE. POP.
· Any other number of more general injuries and bruised egos.
After over a decade of such outcomes, Phinehas’s reputation often precedes itself.
What is not documented is how he came about the means to carry out such displays. No record of formal training exists. Though solid and wrapped tight, Phinehas is not as physically imposing as others. His in-ring style is the self-defined ‘Science of Eight Limbs’, which at its basest is a mish-mash centered around brawling. He does, however, display a fundamental unwholesomeness, shaped by what can only be described as an alchemical reaction of fury and disregard. Phinehas carries with him his own atmosphere. An aether of doom, if you will, that propels him to some heretofore unexpressed goal.
Insinuations: As is often the case with one after years of experience in the professional wrestling business, many stories can be told about Grimm, though most would be more appropriately described as folk tales. He is, of course, a successful wrestler. An apiarist (with bees of questionable origin, but that is neither here nor there). A shovel spokesman. But he has also been appropriated as Hangtown’s resident Boogey Man; the ‘Who’ in the call ‘Who’s There’ (as mentioned in a certain stop-motion animation film); a prime suspect in the cold case surrounding The Fairy Murders; a heartless, soulless creature resembling a golem (though no one has taken this particular rumor far enough as to suggest the possible shem utilized to bring such a creature into being, of what material he might be made, who his original creator and master could have been, or what his (its) original Intended Purpose might be); an accomplished whistler. Whatever is true, half-true, or false, these pursuits have never interfered with his weekly administrations of beatings. Grimm is nothing if not a man of his word.
Any entry on Phinehas Dillinger would be incomplete without mentioning the Black Hand (see separate entry). Whether public knowledge (or his own recognition) or not, he has been in and out of the group’s industry throughout the course of his life. Phinehas has even served as curator of the Book of the Black Hand, keeping the records and annotations, always written in stain. Each member is made aware that each is part of something greater than all of them put together. None know what their end singular purpose is, as each is only the one thing that he or she does. And as the Book would reveal were you allowed to peruse it, every possible contingency has been foreseen and considered and written into the plan.
And thus, nothing they do will be wrong.
Though it depends on who you ask. Some say it is as such, some say it exists to bring about chaos. Or order. A raising of consciousness, or mere striving for power and control. Reason vs. unreason. A true organization, or remnants clinging to what once was. Something that never was. A force created out of the ashes of something so traumatic as to cause a breach in our realities. All of these, or none of the above.
One would think all of this to be a terrible burden for a man also seemingly so passionate about books and music and tapping out secrecies of stone on the crossroads. Perhaps this is one chimera that has uncovered a way to reconcile such disparate pursuits.
Pure Class Wrestling: Despite his ruthlessness in the ring and elsewhere during broadcasts, the opponents of Phinehas-as-Grimm usually appear to be an afterthought – even taken as far as an inconvenience, or endless drudgery – but even still it is difficult to disparage the results of his approach. Victories. A not unimpressive list of titles. Gruesome injuries inflicted. Promising careers ruined. Despite the cold hard facts (cold and hard, frigid and iced-over, just like his demeanor. Just like his eyes.)
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THOSE EYES. Narrowed, with a tilt of his head, as he took their measure. Standing as witness to yet another false hope, another pinch of bravado, exposed under the bright lights of the PCW arena. Those eyes reveal an unwavering focus but hide so much more.
these same opponents proclaim the same things every week. They promise they will end him, end his brother, crush the Black Hand into dust, burn Hangtown to cinders. But here he stands, right next to that brother of his. There goes the Black Hand, riding the gallows horse at a gallop. And they go home to Hangtown, containing the sound and spirit of a forgotten world, most every night. And it will continue to be that way until a Dillinger, and only a Dillinger, decides otherwise.
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Examples abound, but Trauma 178 is as good as one as any. This night, Grimm stands with Justin ‘Stormm’ Michaels as the newly formed Revelation along with fellow member of the Black Hand, Michael Wryght. All three are shrewd, calculating men. There is no telling where they will be months if not weeks down the road. Whether they will remain in one another’s corner or will be standing across from one another as enemies. All that matters is where they stand on this night…and that is in opposition to The Unholy Alliance and Non Compos Mentis. Because if history is any indication (and it is), the Unholy Alliance is operating on borrowed time. It may not be this week. It may not be the next. But the Alliance will leave PCW for the umpteenth time. That is the only Alliance that Grimm has ever known. Because behind the meaningless chatter and thoughtless repetition are two men laboring under one very important delusion - the overestimation of their abilities and their place within the federation. And when they realize it for themselves, once again, well, you know how that ends.
Of course one should not overlook Non Compos Mentis. This time, though, instead of down-and-out derelict, or mental subnormality, or King of the Hobo Horde, we have Non Compos Mentis, member of The Order. Destroyer of the Black Hand. Say what you will. Say what The Order will. Sean Rhodes’ place in that organization , in the immortal words of William Smith Monroe, “ain’t no part of nothin’.” Non Compos Mentis’ presence in this match, his performance no matter the outcome, will prove nothing. And it will put nothing to rest, unless he ends up broken and up on the shelf like LoKi, bless his heart.
Despite this author’s best attempts, there is no way to say with any certainty, to encapsulate, what Phinehas Dillinger is or is not. All that can be said is that there are fine lines along a slippery slope from admiration to envy to resentment.
And from there on to fear*.
(*SEE APPENDIX N)
Museum: Hangtown Institute for Further Study
Medium: Organic matter, mechanisms, wood, fog, fungi spoors, leaf dust, holly, ivy, beard
Origin: All Souls Hollow by way of Leper’s Fork
Documented in various catalogues and grimoires – hints, allegations, suggestions, inscrutabilities
As has been well documented (see exhibit notes), Phinehas Dillinger is a man with a penchant, if not an aptitude, for violence. Phinehas (see also: Grimm, The Lord of Misrule, The Hangtown Horror, the Abomination of Desolation, Arkham, Mandrake, Will o’ the Wisp, The Kill Devil Hills Daredevil, Silas Wormwood) has not only cut a swathe through opponents over the years, but has also committed grave atrocities against his own brother, William, as well as on-again, off-again partner Michael Wryght. Such actions include:
· Powerbombing his brother just right across a folding chair, rendering him paralyzed for years
· Fileting Mr. Wryght’s beautiful, beautiful face during a Pain of Glass Match
· Blinding an opponent (Joker – but not PCW’s Tha Joka) in a C-4 explosive-laced turnbuckle match
· SNAP. CRACKLE. POP.
· Any other number of more general injuries and bruised egos.
After over a decade of such outcomes, Phinehas’s reputation often precedes itself.
What is not documented is how he came about the means to carry out such displays. No record of formal training exists. Though solid and wrapped tight, Phinehas is not as physically imposing as others. His in-ring style is the self-defined ‘Science of Eight Limbs’, which at its basest is a mish-mash centered around brawling. He does, however, display a fundamental unwholesomeness, shaped by what can only be described as an alchemical reaction of fury and disregard. Phinehas carries with him his own atmosphere. An aether of doom, if you will, that propels him to some heretofore unexpressed goal.
Insinuations: As is often the case with one after years of experience in the professional wrestling business, many stories can be told about Grimm, though most would be more appropriately described as folk tales. He is, of course, a successful wrestler. An apiarist (with bees of questionable origin, but that is neither here nor there). A shovel spokesman. But he has also been appropriated as Hangtown’s resident Boogey Man; the ‘Who’ in the call ‘Who’s There’ (as mentioned in a certain stop-motion animation film); a prime suspect in the cold case surrounding The Fairy Murders; a heartless, soulless creature resembling a golem (though no one has taken this particular rumor far enough as to suggest the possible shem utilized to bring such a creature into being, of what material he might be made, who his original creator and master could have been, or what his (its) original Intended Purpose might be); an accomplished whistler. Whatever is true, half-true, or false, these pursuits have never interfered with his weekly administrations of beatings. Grimm is nothing if not a man of his word.
Any entry on Phinehas Dillinger would be incomplete without mentioning the Black Hand (see separate entry). Whether public knowledge (or his own recognition) or not, he has been in and out of the group’s industry throughout the course of his life. Phinehas has even served as curator of the Book of the Black Hand, keeping the records and annotations, always written in stain. Each member is made aware that each is part of something greater than all of them put together. None know what their end singular purpose is, as each is only the one thing that he or she does. And as the Book would reveal were you allowed to peruse it, every possible contingency has been foreseen and considered and written into the plan.
And thus, nothing they do will be wrong.
Though it depends on who you ask. Some say it is as such, some say it exists to bring about chaos. Or order. A raising of consciousness, or mere striving for power and control. Reason vs. unreason. A true organization, or remnants clinging to what once was. Something that never was. A force created out of the ashes of something so traumatic as to cause a breach in our realities. All of these, or none of the above.
One would think all of this to be a terrible burden for a man also seemingly so passionate about books and music and tapping out secrecies of stone on the crossroads. Perhaps this is one chimera that has uncovered a way to reconcile such disparate pursuits.
Pure Class Wrestling: Despite his ruthlessness in the ring and elsewhere during broadcasts, the opponents of Phinehas-as-Grimm usually appear to be an afterthought – even taken as far as an inconvenience, or endless drudgery – but even still it is difficult to disparage the results of his approach. Victories. A not unimpressive list of titles. Gruesome injuries inflicted. Promising careers ruined. Despite the cold hard facts (cold and hard, frigid and iced-over, just like his demeanor. Just like his eyes.)
[INSERTED]
THOSE EYES. Narrowed, with a tilt of his head, as he took their measure. Standing as witness to yet another false hope, another pinch of bravado, exposed under the bright lights of the PCW arena. Those eyes reveal an unwavering focus but hide so much more.
these same opponents proclaim the same things every week. They promise they will end him, end his brother, crush the Black Hand into dust, burn Hangtown to cinders. But here he stands, right next to that brother of his. There goes the Black Hand, riding the gallows horse at a gallop. And they go home to Hangtown, containing the sound and spirit of a forgotten world, most every night. And it will continue to be that way until a Dillinger, and only a Dillinger, decides otherwise.
[INSERTED]
Examples abound, but Trauma 178 is as good as one as any. This night, Grimm stands with Justin ‘Stormm’ Michaels as the newly formed Revelation along with fellow member of the Black Hand, Michael Wryght. All three are shrewd, calculating men. There is no telling where they will be months if not weeks down the road. Whether they will remain in one another’s corner or will be standing across from one another as enemies. All that matters is where they stand on this night…and that is in opposition to The Unholy Alliance and Non Compos Mentis. Because if history is any indication (and it is), the Unholy Alliance is operating on borrowed time. It may not be this week. It may not be the next. But the Alliance will leave PCW for the umpteenth time. That is the only Alliance that Grimm has ever known. Because behind the meaningless chatter and thoughtless repetition are two men laboring under one very important delusion - the overestimation of their abilities and their place within the federation. And when they realize it for themselves, once again, well, you know how that ends.
Of course one should not overlook Non Compos Mentis. This time, though, instead of down-and-out derelict, or mental subnormality, or King of the Hobo Horde, we have Non Compos Mentis, member of The Order. Destroyer of the Black Hand. Say what you will. Say what The Order will. Sean Rhodes’ place in that organization , in the immortal words of William Smith Monroe, “ain’t no part of nothin’.” Non Compos Mentis’ presence in this match, his performance no matter the outcome, will prove nothing. And it will put nothing to rest, unless he ends up broken and up on the shelf like LoKi, bless his heart.
Despite this author’s best attempts, there is no way to say with any certainty, to encapsulate, what Phinehas Dillinger is or is not. All that can be said is that there are fine lines along a slippery slope from admiration to envy to resentment.
And from there on to fear*.
(*SEE APPENDIX N)
