The scene opens to a dark forest in the middle of nowhere. A fire is dancing in the dark of night. With the help of the fire several beings can be seen. Most appear to be wearing face paint, others merely have on make-up. Lying around the fire you can see jars of foreign content. A shadow can be seen in the back hanging from a tree. One of the figures can be seen rubbing his thumb back and forth on the bloody blade of a butcher knife. Just behind him, leaning against a tree, is a giant bong. Way off in the darkest shadows a figure can be seen over a black cauldron. Somewhere in the depths of the woods comes a moaning sound and someone hollers out.

�Go Brutus you the man!�

They all gather together and as one mass they begin to chant. Before they were even halfway through all of them were hovering. Suddenly lightning flashes across the cloudless sky. It bolts right into the cauldron and they all come down. Each of them drinks of the conjunction. One of them to show off walked upward like he was actually walking on stairs instead of air! One of them walked over to the guy hanging and sliced his arm. He then pulled out a goblet and let the blood drip into it. When he was done there was several dozen goblets of blood. Before everyone began to drink they in unison said

�Blessed be�

The scene reopens to a desolate area near an abandoned highway. Flat dead grass spread for miles. Small ponds littered the grass area. All the leaves were gone from the trees giving them that dead and barren look that comes from the harshness of winter. A stretch of abandoned railroad can be seen. A couple of miles down the land is irrigated to let the water flow through it. A couple of abandoned sheds and a burnt trailer can be seen in the far off. The only signs of life are a couple of telephone poles. The wind blew on the dead trees causing them to make a waving motion. All of a sudden a massive amount of vehicles can be seen going down this desolate highway. They make a turn down the side road to the burnt trailer. First to pull up is several black suburbans with shadowy figures inside. What seemed like an eternity in time lapsed before finally a black stretch limousine pulled up the old abandoned trailer. Out came the well-known Sickle. Sickle was wearing a long black trench coat, a pair of semi-baggy black pants, a skin-tight black shirt, and the same unidentified necklaces that he always wears (he still has that surprisingly teenager-type face). Vlad is wearing a long black cape with a red interior, a pair of cloth pants, black of course, and black boots. The five well distinguished individuals made their way inside of the trailer. The suburban doors began to open as the five distinguished individuals made their way inside. The people inside the suburbans surrounded the trailer ever so quickly. All of the five distinguished individuals found a burnt furniture piece and sat down with the exception of Sickle who found a way to put himself in the center of the other four. While they were getting cozy the rest of the suburban people came inside and also sat down, or stood. Finally when everyone was in place Sickle spoke.

Sickle: Voil� le commencement de la fin. For those who did not understand that it means this is the beginning of the end. It is time for the world to know what power we have been talking about. We have a chance to combine multiple representations of talent into one unit, which will be headed by one council. Which I regret to inform you is making another debute at yet another federation. Without order nothing can exist - without chaos nothing can evolve. For the next couple of weeks this needs to be our motto. For while we do require order it is also necessary for us to cause chaos so that we will further those around us. Numbers bring fear, talent brings challenge, put those two together and you have a fearful challenge. This is the power that we possess within our grasp. We must not let is escape. We need to start recruiting people in the back for our group. We will expand and we will conquer. The dark era is coming to the RPW!

Vlad: Yeah I get it! I understand power! Oh it is way past time man!

: I agree. It is well past time that these poorly deprived people are given the red pill, if you will. It is way overdue for them to see that they do not have to be confined to the ways of the land and law. Words and man make law and words are not permanent and man can and does die. Land is made by God, but in this case it refers to the majority. Only a coward tries to be that which he is not. Only a fool tries to be that which someone else is. Only an idiot is not himself. Mainstream, that word is used for what the majority does because it like one of those powerful rapids and hard as you try once you get in one you can�t or have extreme difficult getting out. Now let�s go and celebrate my soon to be victory.

They then all head into their vehicles and speed off.

The scene reopens at a bar near the RPW arena. There is a giant party going on inside. The crowd is shouting:

DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!

The camera gets closer and shows Sickle chugging down what appears to be his fourth bottle of Jack Daniels, not to mention all the beer cans that lay on the counter behind him. Sickle all of a sudden jumps on top of a table and raises his bottle

: Cheers! To a good-fight from soon to be competers. Drink up!

The two giants and Vlad look kind of concerned. Mainly because Sickle has never been this drunk in his life. They help him off of the table and then head to a private booth with him.

Vlad: Look man there is a man here who says he is from the RPW. He says he is one of the camera man and he just needs a couple of minutes from you. You know, a couple of words for the people at home.

: A couple of words? Alright�how about�FUCK OFF!

Vlad: Come on man! I�m serious!

: All right I will do something for the nice camera.

Vlad heads to go get the camera man when Sickle grabs him by the cape

: No! If I am going to do this I am going to do this right! We go to the arena!

The scene fades out with those last words

The scene reopens at the RPW parking lot. What seemed like a dozen suburbans, a black monster truck with blue lightning down the side, and a black stretch limousine pulled up. Almost every single person that got out of the suburbans was wearing face-paint of some kind. Out of the monster truck came; Kuehnor, and Dagger. Then the driver of the limousine went to the back and opened the door revealing Sickle and Vlad. They slowly got out of the vehicle.

The scene switches to the ringside area where our favorite three announcers are once again making commentary on the antics of Sickle and his crew.

Josh: Damn! I must say I do not believe we have ever seen Sickle in this state of mind before! This is going to be interesting

J-Dogg: It certainly will be! I must agree with you, we have not ever seen Sickle in this state of mind before but I think the interesting thing is still yet to come with all this crazy talk. This air of mystery that naturally comes with Sickle being Sickle has gotten even thicker than usual.

Rocky: Personal I must say that I agree with both of you guys for once. We are going to see something big go down here soon. Now what that something will be I think I have figured out some of it.

Rocky was interrupted when the lights started to flicker on and off. Then they go completely off as a blue light shines on the ramp and a video comes on the titantron of vampires and other mysterious figures and then it goes to blinking different words: Bringer of Damnation, the Armageddon, Child of the Wrenched darkness�Then it waits for a minute, all lights go out and there is a huge explosion as the word Sickle comes up and then a picture of Sickle. Then there is a voice heard over the titantron that says: You don�t know the half of it! It�s just beginning, then For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica starts to play over the titantron as Sickle walks out along with his �crew�. They all slowly make their way into the ring. Dagger, and Kuehnor all just pull themselves into the ring. While Vlad and Sickle walk up the stairs the rest of the crew surround the ring. Sickle rolls his eyes into the back of his head, then tilts his head back and lets out the most evil laughter in history. Vlad backed away from him slowly. Then Sickle went to speak.

: Voil� le commencement de la fin. For those who did not understand that it means this is the beginning of the end. You know I told my crew this same thing earlier. Oh I bet I know what you people are thinking. You probably are thinking; how can he talk so intellectual while he is drunk? How come he is not stuttering? Well the answer(s) are simple. You see when you have lived the type of life I have lived; when you have lived in the places that I have lived; if you had had the childhood I had; if you had been near the people I was then you would know that not even that much alcohol in your system will be able to mess with your mind. My mind is in a complete state not an incomplete state. You see there is a saying that goes something like �minds are like parachutes; they work best when open� and what better way to open them than some alcohol. Preferably some really strong stuff and besides, I deserve it. I have come to rebirth the Gothic Era and it is going to start here in the RPW. I am going to bring the darkness back. The time of the one's of the darker.

Now you people may not know me but that's fine. I am the best there is today. If you mess with me I will always come out on top. Just because that�s who I am. That is the kind of person that I am. I am the kind of person that will let nothing stand in their way of what they want. I am the kind of person that would shoot their girlfriend for a hundred dollars, if I wanted that money bad enough of course. You know this guy named Frank Robinson that died in like, well he hasn�t. But anyways he said �Close doesn't count in baseball. Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.� Well, you see I have a saying that is very similar only replace the word baseball with wrestling.

I know you are going to say something like you were having a bad night or I got lucky and I won�t be so lucky next time or something like that. News flash, I have heard this before from everyone else that I have beat before you. Don�t be so down on yourself after the match. I mean you probably are goint to put up one hell of a fight. I mean you should give it all you got. But, I also will give it all I have and I will come out on top. Now I want you all to know as far as I am concerned this is just beginning. It is not over at all. It is not done by a long shot. It isn�t finished until all of you learn to respect me.

Now I have a match with some guy called "2 Xtreme" Toby Jones . "2 Xtreme"? Oh my god that is really intimidating. I am shaking to my core here. You cant stop me from taking my victory and moving on to getting a title. Because to me you are nothing more than an obstacle put in my pathway by the RPW staff. Neither the staff nor you will stop me from getting the victory. From getting the glory, from giving the people the best damn show they have ever seen. This match will be one to watch. There will be sweat, there will be adrenaline, there will be blood.

You all will see no one can stop me nor keep me from what is rightfully mine. I know of what games you people try to play. I know the real reason you talk all that smack. I know what runs through that sick little mind of yours but know this I am �EVIL!

I am nefarious to the point of being able to scare Charles Manson. I am have a powerful mind and will. Some of the occult scientists say that if one�s will is strong enough then they may be able to rise from the dead and defy death. I say why defy death when you can befriend him and still rise from the dead. As I have thus done. You see I am so nefarious that my serenity prayer sounds like this; Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those I had to kill because they pissed me off. This is the type of evil that I am. I can right now feel the darkness and evil running through my veins. Spreading to my muscles and bones in every part of my body. Toby Jones , if you don�t go back to where you belong and you try to get between what I want and me then� well they say there are nine gates between life and death... I will send you beyond the all nine. Now Toby I don�t care much for TALENTLESS BITCHES! That�s right, I heard all about your little faggot ass. Your wanna-be self. Your talk of talent, you act like you know about wrestling but from what I can tell you know absolutely freakin� nothing of wrestling. Come this match, our paths will cross and when they do just be warned that I am not one to cross. Toby, man do I have a surprise for you coming here soon. That will shock the world. You see you have no idea what is about to happen right underneath your very nose and when it does I am going to laugh my ass off. You will have no hints. Here is something for you guys, to end this on a humorical note; Scientists say it takes forty-two muscles to frown when someone annoys you, but it only takes four muscles to bitch slap that someone. Now I also say that for you Toby.

You see you have made a big mistake by getting yourself in a match against me. You think that you are so tough. I will show you what true darkness is all about. I will show you what I am all about. A lot of things are going to happen. Individuals are going to get their ass kicked. Toby, you know who I am talking about. So you have both been warned of what is in store for you. The end is not near. Voil� le commencement de la fin. For I am the end! I am the end of those who would oppose me. I am the end of those who are crazy enough to be in the ring with me. This is something for all of you to think about. But now as I leave I want you all to do me one favor. Remember something for me all of you; Embrace the darkness or be engulfed by it�

Sickle pauses, does a cut throat

Sickle drops the mic and then leaves the ring with For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica blaring over the pa system

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