: So you have come here to interview me?INT. ROOM-NIGHT (San Francisco) - A small bare room, illuminated only by the streetlight coming through the window. A hand presses a cassette into a recorder and fiddles with a small microphone. Greg sits over a table fiddling with the tape. He is young, half-shaven, dressed in T-shirt and jeans. He looks too -- Sickle, who stands by the window, looking out on the street, with his back to Greg. Sickle is is dressed in an old-fashioned suit. Greg is a local interviewer for a radio station in San Francisco.
: So you have come here to interview me?
Sickle says, without even bothering to turn to look at the young lad who is still shaking like a tree in the fall
Greg: Y-y-yes
: Well ask away my young chap
Greg shakingly puts the tape into the recorder and turns it on.
Greg: You are a wrestler in the ever-growing RPW.....yes?
Sickle chuckles to himself
: Yes
Greg: Occasionally in the RPW, you have mentioned a prison-like mental hospital, and you have also mentioned a "gothic City", could you please expand on these.
: Well, I will go piece by piece on each segment. First I will start with how I wound up in the mental institution. When I was around the age of ten I went to school and once again the school bully was harrasing me. This particular day, it got bad, he wanted to take my money and my life! He dragged me into the boys room, where he beat me until I gave him my money. After I gave him the money he decided he did not want to get in trouble for beating me up. So, he pulled out a blade, he came after me with the balde, I stepped aside, but apparently not fast enough. The blade, barely but still, cut across my stomach. I looked down, saw the blood, slammed his head into the concrete wall, and then I blacked out. When I came to there was a large amount of people around me. There was two teachers on the ground bleeding, and the school bully had a large chunk of his skull missing and his knife was sticking out of his back. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were dripping with blood. Before I had time to let all of this soak in, multiple officers rushed through the crowd, threw me to the ground and cuffed me. My parents being the pricks that they were, they told the judge that if I was kept out of juvenile they would enroll me into a mental institution. The judge thought he would be cute though, he gave my parents the name of one of the few institutions in New York City that was worse than the average prison and the rest of the story will be given at the next segment. Now get out of my site before I beat you like a drunken mule.
The poor interviewer, Greg shakingly grabbed his stuff and was out of there before Sickle was able to blink.
A limousine pulled out in front of the building where Sickle waited. Sickle calmly got into it, with something in his right hand that the camera was unable to identify.
The scene reopens at the RPW parking lot.
A black limousine pulls up into the parking lot and out comes Sickle, still wtih something that he is concealing in his right hand.
The scene switches to the ring-side area
J-Dogg: Well, Sickle is most definitely in the house tonight
Josh: I hope to GOD he doesn't come out here, I don't want to end up like Rocky, that brutal attack on that interviewer was just totally uncalled for
Silver: I don't know I think he hand it coming.
J-Dogg: Well in any case we have got one hell of a match coming up here. Here tonight Defiant will be fighting agaist the crazed maniac known as Syringe.
As soon as he said that the theme from Beetle Juice came over the p.a. system as well as a voice saying :'We have an escapee, all citizens please be on the look out. An individual has escaped from the local institution and is to be considered armed and dangerous' and then out came a really creepy looking individual.
Ref: Your winner.....Syringe!
The theme from Beetle Juice comes over the p.a. system but the it stops when the all the lights go out. Bells can be heard ringing, then a video comes on the titantron. It is a video of a funeral, a funeral of numerous bodies being buried. Then the video makes it appear like something is ripping through the video.....it's a single word. Then there is a picture of people screaming as flames surround them, and the famous mushroom cloud that is associated with a nuclear bomb is in the background. Then everything explodes and a skull with a crown of thorns on his head pops up and then it goes to a background of all black, and some mysterious symbol slowly burns-in, and then a sentence appears underneath it.
Then For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica starts to play over the p.a. system and a video of multiple matches with Sickle, came on the titantron, and then it fades into a nice homy area with a chair(red leather, and gold studs) and a fireplace. The chair is facing the opposite direction of the camera. The chair slowly comes around and the person sitting in it has a black-hooded robe on. He pulls out a book, the cover of the book reads ' the complete and unabridged works of Edgar Allen Poe. ' Then he begins to read it.
robed figure:Hear the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Hear the mellow wedding bells -
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight! -
From the molten - golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle - dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! - how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells
Hear the loud alarum bells -
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now - now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale - faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells -
Of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
In the clamor and the clanging of the bells!
Hear the tolling of the bells -
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people - ah, the people -
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone -
They are neither man nor woman -
They are neither brute nor human -
They are Ghouls: -
And their king it is who tolls: -
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells: -
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells: -
To the sobbing of the bells: -
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells -
To the tolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells, -
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
The robed figure puts the book down, and then all of a sudden he throws the chair into the fire, and then sets the whole damn room on fire. Then he walks out of the room, and it is now clear that this was somebody's locker room. The camera zoomed in on a name bar on the door. The name was .......SHADOW STALKER! The scene switches back to the ring-side area.
J-Dogg: I can't believe it!
Josh:.....OH SHIT! We are in for some real turmoil!
Silver: This is going to be awesome...I can't wait to see what he does nex...
Silver is interrupted when all the lights go out and then a voice is heard saying
: Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, may this body rest in peace forever more
Then For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica comes over the p.a. system, and as the song builds up to the words, fog/mist builds up around the entranceway, and then as out of the fog walks the robed figure. He slowly and calmly makes his way to the ring. He goes up the steps into the ring. Slowly he paces inside the ring. Then he pulls his hood back, revealing,...Sickle! Then he picks up the mike
: Some interesting poetry eh? Edgar Allen Poe was a brilliant, and yet much like me, disturbed man. He wrote the bells on his death bed. This is something that I thought Weapon X would appreciate. Since clearly it is on his death bed that he wishes to lye. Why else would he get into a match with me? I have changed yet again haven't I? Why have I done this? I have done this because this is how I started out in the IFW. Now it is time to return to the old ways. To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting and I will never stop fighting. I will continue to be who I am although the mainstream fan loving bitches want to try and hate me. Weapon X, you have faced many a things here in the RPW but your greatest and most imposssible challenge will be to beat me! Do you truly think for some odd reason that you could have any possible hope of beating me!? Now you are probably right if you say that I do not understand you. I mean why would somebody name themselves Weapon X? What are you a centurion?
You want to talk of nightmares? Ah, now that is something that I understand. I live nightmares. I breathe nightmares. Do you think I am deranged? Good! I am! I will make you BLEED! I will rip your fucking spinal chord out of your back and shove it up your FUCKING ass! Is it something personal? NO, its nothing personal.
Now as I was saying... I will have mercy for no one anymore. I have had enough! Anyone is dumb enough to step into the ring with me is going to get their FUCKING ASS kicked and that is the only point here. Come this next showyou and the rest of the men in the back are going to SCREAM for me! I will not sleep with ease until I have heard you scream, in pain, and in fear. Fear for what you say?.....Fear for your LIFE!
Now Weapon X all your normal talk of shoving this thing and that thing up my ass is not going to save your face and body from getting the beating of a lifetime. Have sweet dreams? My idea of a sweet dream is permanently destroying YOUR career in this business. Why? Because you came out here thinking that just because I was dark that you should come out and start trying to tear me apart well guess what? When I came here I was a nobody. Now I am well known and feared by most. But, alas do not have me mistaken I did not lose to Shadow Stalker for no reason. I do not want the IC Title I want the World Title. You see in the Nocturnals unlike other stables I do not nor will ever tell anybody in my stables not to go after a title just because a fellow stable mate has it.
Do you really think that I care about your precious stable or any of your average bullshit talk? I dont give a Rats Ass about either one because I know something that none of you know. I know something that will shock the RPW that will rock the RPW. What is it you say? All I am going to say is that you will see in do time.
Now Weapon X, do everyone of your supposed fans a really big favor and shut the fuck up! All you ever do is talk of beating someone's ass and shoving something up that same ass. Now come monday all the talk of shoving, pushing, beating, sweating, bleeding, and crying will become a reality. Not only will it become a reality but it will become our reality. It will become your reality in that you will be shoved, you will be pushed, you will be beated, you will be sweating, you will be bleeding, and then you will be crying when you realize that you just lost your title. I will be the one shoving, I will be the one beating you, I will also be sweating, I will hopefully also be bleeding and I will be crying once I win the Hardcore Title. Am I cocky? Not really, I am looking at facts here and so far from what I have seen with your recent singles matches you have proven nothing but that the only way you can beat someone is if someone else is helping you. Am I dark? You can bet your ass!
Now I have one preposal before I close I want this to be a mideival hardcore match meaning that it will be in an old castle up in Scotland watched via satellite and the only weapons used will be from the Midieval times. Do you have the guts?
Oh and Weapon X as well as everyone else I am the shadow on the moon at night filling your dreams to the brim with fright
Sickle threw the mike down, and then he grabbed a fan out of the audience who had on a Weapon X and did a ddt evenflow to him into the steel ramp, then he beat him with a bat continually until the guy had a puddle of blood beside him. Then Sickle grabbed a fan with a Toby Jones sign in his hand, he did a pitbull ddt to him on the steel ramp, and then beat him continually with the ramp. Then Sickle grabbed a mike
: I am going to throw a shirt here in the center of the ring, anyone who takes it will be considered a member of the Nocturnals. I call this my open invitation
Then Sickle pulls out a shirt with a mysterious symbol on it and puts it in the center of the ring. Then he threw down the mike and right as it hit the ground, all the lights went out, when the lights came back on both fans were tyed together to a cross above the titantron and the scene fades out with the camera zooming in on the bloodied faces and For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica playing over the p.a. system in the background and the shirt waiting in the ring
