: This is the place of horrible tragedies, did you know that Gnosis? Well, you do now.*Native Americans were here 1,000 years before European explorers first came to this island. Later the island was called "Massacre Island" by the first European explorers, after discovering piles of human bones stacked waist-high all over the island. The highest reports estimate over 40,000 skulls were found. They assumed the island was the site of a horrible tragedy, and thus named it Massacre Island. Now historians have determined that these piles were actually burial sites from ancient tribes. Foreigners who came here were considered trespassers.
It is rumored that ancient tribes cursed this island because they were unable to prevent the foreigners from settling here. This curse causes misfortune and tragedy to come to those who trespassed on the island.
In 1862, the Confederate army, not heeding the curse, erected Fort Gaines as a strategic military stronghold during the Civil War. The bloodiest event in the recorded history of Massacre Island took place in August 1864--the battle of Mobile Bay. The Confederate army, unprepared for a major Union offense from the sea, had to recruit 13- to 15-year-old boys who were forced to give their lives alongside the rest of the more highly trained army veterans. In just over a week, 1,800 people died during a battle that ultimately resulted in a Confederate surrender. The Union army landed on the bloodstained shoreline, literally stepping over the bodies of dead soldiers surrounding the fort.
Today, psychics and paranormal researchers agree that the area is populated with thousands of ghosts. Some of the spirits here are those of the Native Americans brought here as a final resting place. Others are recognized as the souls of the Civil War soldiers who died here. Those who have seen these ghosts say they behave as if they were still living out their daily lives as if during wartime.*
The scene opens to just outside this horrible place. Sickle walks past the safe house near the east bastion. He notices that there is a tunnel underneath the bastion itself and unlike the southeast bastion tunnel, this one had remained in tact for some astonishing reason. Sickle began to walk through the desmally dark tunnel. Sickle came out at an opening. Around him he recongized it instantaneously. Sickle had always had a fascination with the histroy of torture methods. This room was once known as a POW,Prisoners Of War, cell. Soldiers captured by opposing forces during the war were subjected to horrendous conditions. This was common in the South, where there was a constant shortage of food and resources. In order to stay alive, many of the prisoners trapped rats for food. If they had the means, the prisoners would cook the vermin in the confines of their cells. But many were forced to eat the rat uncooked, and those who were going insane would sometimes eat it while it was still living. It was a true beauty. The privilege of being in a place like this. The scenery was a tad disgusting though. I mean there were rotted bodies on the floor. Skeletons with dented skulls. Partially eaten rats. To the average eye this was a scene of realistic horror. But, to Sickle this was a scene of comfort. He, Sickle, decided to embrace the moment. He lyed down on the hard floor and just soaked up the feel of dread and fear that lay in this desmal place. This place where tortured souls still rome the eerie chamber. Where these souls moan for comfort but fine no form of resolution. Hell, some guy named Ezekiel is still looking for his other half. Sickle gets up, looks into the camera and begins to speak.
: This is the place of horrible tragedies, did you know that Gnosis? Well, you do now.
There is no way you are the better one in this match. In here I can feel the power! I can feel my very being longing to be free. Much like the union soldiers did to the confederates here so will I do to you Gnosis. I will torture you, until you cry out of pain as well as out of FEAR! Oh you have every reason to smell fear. For the fear is coming from within yourself. Make no mistake I will break you into tiny pieces. I will tear you limb from limb and when it is done you will BEG me to pin you and I WILL.
You made a big mistake by getting into a match with me, Gnosis. You entered a new ballpark. You opened the gates to the void. Oh, these gates are no ordinary gates, oh no, these gates are easy to open and hard to close. But now there is a greater thought in mind. A greater possibility here. The possibility for me to be the World Champion not to mention already being the number one conter for the Hardcore Title. I beat several people in one ring and now I will be in the ring with one man. You may be a fellow stable member but I will beat you none theless. If you are foolish enough to truly think that you can beat me then continue in your antics and enter into this ring. But know that there will be no restraining on my part. I will unleash all that is behind the gates. All the fury of my past will be unleashed upon you! You will know what fear is. You will know what it is to die. But, you will also learn that there is no safety from my wrath. I will destroy you in this ring. I will beat you into oblivion. Every bone in your body is going to be aching and when I get done with you the emt's are going to rush down to the ring and carry your puny carcass out of here. For you know but a glimpse of darknkess compared to what I know. You know nothing of torment. You know nothing of what it is to truly suffer, but I will show you all of these so in a way you will have a class and a match all in one. You should feel blessed for I am the teacher and come this Sunday school will be in Session. Now one fact remains here. Gnosis, the bottomline here is the 1...2...3. Which who will be on top? Me!
Shadow Stalker, you can talk about shadows all you want but I know things you have only dreamed about. There are things I have seen that you have not even thought about. I am true darkness. I do not care who you THINK you are for I KNOW who you are, the question is do you know who I am?
Now Gnosis, come Sunday I will be the shadow on the moon at night filling your dreams to the brim with fright.
*The scene fades out with Sickle talking to some ghostly figure with no bottom.*
