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The scene opens to a bar. There is a huge party going on. Several bottles of numerous types of liquors are being passed around. Brandy and champagne and of course several beer bottles and cans. People are laughing and jumping and acting like a general moron. They all look like dark, gothic type people. Several of them are shouting out rude profanities.
drunk 1: F#CK those other bitches
Everyone seemed to like this toast and they made a cheering to it. They all danced around. Then they all got in their vehicles and headed off to the woods.
Multiple different types of vehicles pull up to an opening in the woods. The people got out of their vehicles and each of them brought out bongs or joints. They all started lighting up their weed off of the campfire. They smoked so much of the weed that you couldn’t tell if the smoke was coming from the fire or from the weed. People were starting to pull out coolers of food and portable refrigerators. They were devouring whole bags of potato chips in only a few seconds. These people were seriously eating. Then they started to pull out boxes out of Sickle’s vehicle. The boxes contained only a couple Jack Hammer shirts,and quite a few Fulway shirts. They threw them on the fire one by one. Everyone was having a blast doing this. Sickle got sick after looking at one shirt. He stumbled into his suburban and drove off.
He kept playing the events of his past over and over in his head. He was starting to get rage in his eyes.
Then he turned on the television in his suburban and heard some this dumb f#ck talking about him yet again. He began to speed up.
The scene fades out with the dust flaring in out the back of the suburban
The scene reopens in the parking lot of a TOYS R US
A darkened silhouette is seen standing outside smoking a cigarette. This mysterious figure of silhouette ,standing underneath the street light, of the darkened night lets the smoke ever so slowly come out of his mouth to give an eerie yet cool look about him. Finally he heads towards the building, as he puts his cigarette out in his hand.
The mysterious figure of the darkened night walks into the light of the open store.
Sickle ever so slowly walks through the automatic doors into a world that is like something from some written fairytale for children.
Sickle began to think of a quote from Charlie's chocolate factory as he looked around at this dream world
*We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams. You know I wonder if they would appreciate these toys as much if they knew that there are children the same age as them off in some foreign country working from dawn till dusk just so that they can have the latest action figure. I wonder if the older people would still appreciate that car they own if they realized that the people who actually built it got only slightly more than the guy at McDonald’s drive through. I wonder if they would appreciate that local band shirt as much if they realized that the people who made probably only have a total of three shirts. So much turmoil in the world today and no one seems to see it. The existential suffering and depression that I feel as I see the world in all its tragedy is shared by few and far between. But yet somehow those who would have it that way ignore the darkened truth of reality. Of those who would refuse to see society for what it truly is and that is probably why there are people like Guei Lung and Jade in the world today and then you have these true freaks like Bruce Lumond.*
Sickle began to walk the aisles thinking of that which cannot be explained. The simplicity of children. The way that children do not go after something merely because Joe Bob has it but rather because they saw it, they played it, they liked it. Sickle began to realize that which is painfully obvious. Hatred comes with age.
The power behind hatred is only fully harnessed when one has gone through traumatic experiences such as he has.
The thoughts of those huge treacherous walls that was his imprisonment for such a large chunk of his life made him cry in an outburst of fear, pain, and anger.
Finally Sickle left the store and headed down the street. He headed past the suburban houses and community on to the hard streets of the city. As he walked he watched as several BMW’s, Mercedes, Cadillac’s, and Lincoln’s with obviously well to do in them pass by two children with such raggedy clothes that it was saddening to the point that it might have made Hitler cry.
Sickle walked over to the two kids and gave them three-hundred dollars each and then continued walking
* Here we are as a society condemning those who wont help with missionaries over in some foreign country but yet so few remember that there is equally poor and raggedy looking children and people in general in our own country. We sentence those who would put a man ,who is no longer able to walk, eat, talk, or move in any normal way, to death. We condemn those who show mercy? This is the great U.S. of A. The supposed superpower? But yet we wont stop to give a buck or two to some people in need. The rich say that wont because they are afraid that the person will only spend it on liquor and yet they themselves are going to a party later that they know they will be drinking at? I have watched it though and I know that everything comes back around to those people. I also know that people like me because of that little factor will get what is rightfully ours as well.*
Sickle continued to walk past the large buildings. He winced as he passed by the tall skyscrapers standing right next to cockroach apartments that were falling apart at the bricks which once held them together.
As he continued to walk he saw a group of jocks pushing around a babybat. Sickle walked up to them calmly
: I would suggest that you leave him be
jock: and what are you going to do …..PUNK!?
: This!
Sickle speared the guy and then another one of the jocks came after him only to be greeted by a bearhug front slam onto the cement cracking his skull. Sickle grabbed the kid and ran
After they had ran a couple of blocks Sickle told the kid to be more careful next time and make sure to travel with friends.
The scene reopens at the EFW ring-side area where our three favorite announcers are talking
Josh: God those stupid enforcers are back. Those guys always give me the creeps
J-Dogg: Oh put a sock in it, and maybe they wont do anything……too bad.
Rocky: Meanwhile in the world of reality and stuff that matters, Dagger has been put in a no DQ match with Bruce Lumond, I think we all remember the last outcome of that match. Then ontop of that we have Sickle vs Fulway for the EFW World Title
Josh: I hope Bruce destroys Dagger and Fulway will probably whoop Sickle's ass
J-Dogg: Knowing Sickle and Dagger it’s going to be very interesting on Shockwave.
Right as he said that all the lights went off and then a video came on the titantron. A blurry figure is moving through the woods, and every place where the noise was heard had lost all life. Then the figure burst right in front of the camera, in a black hooded robe, the camera does a slight close-up to the face or where the face should be. The titantron goes black, all the lights go out except for a few gray lights facing the entranceway as a fog slowly builds in front of it with Solitare Unraveling by Mushroom Head playing for the first twenty seconds, then the fog clears and there stands the figure from the video with the hooded robe, he stands there for twenty five seconds then the figure yanks the hood off of his head to reveal to be Sickle. Sickle takes the robe off, under which are a pair of vinyl pants, and a sleeveless fishnet shirt with a black vinyl jacket, black lipstick, and black nails. Sickle pulls a baseball bat out of his jacket and makes his way to the ring. Upon arrival he rolls into the ring, while still holding the bat, grabs a mike from in his jacket.
: Nonstops? cant stops? wont be stopped? will be taking it to you You are a fool Fulway, and what's sicker is that fucking twisted, former warden, who probably became someone's bitch in a prison out of freedom of choice, is using you and knows damn well who is going to win. You have plans for me MC Hammer? Well listen very carefully old man, turn up your hearing aid, grab your nineteen-fifties recliner, turn on your floor grounded nineteen eighties television, and push the small digit up to a decent volume for you, grab your vitamins before you sit down, and dont forget the Alkaseltzer.
When I am done with Fulway, or maybe even before Shockwave I will show you what I think of in my own twisted way. Personally I just dont like being toyed with, I dont know what the hell Lee is thinking these days or doing but I promise after I am done with you Lee and I are going to have a talk. You see Mister MC you are pissing off all the wrong people, there is a war brewing and soon this roster will be divided, it will be divided out of doing the right thing, out of doing the wrong thing, and out of fear of the crossfire. I suggest you think about what side you are going to be on old timer, and if you want to join the right one I suggest you man up to what you are doing. I just pray that you have not angered Dagger because if you have he probably will destroy you after Bruce without so much as a thought. Now to address the match in which I am being used in.
Cant stops? nonstops? the wont be stopped? You sound like a rapper. Is that what you are? A failed rapper? No no thats right your the unstoppable one. I'm just curious though where is the cape? I mean your the quote unquote unstoppable one but you have no cape, no mask, nothing, oh that is right you hide your face behind your fake wall of confidence. Now ontop of everything you said the most truthful thing you said the fans have been waiting for this but the part of that statement that was wrong is in thinking that it will be you that wins. You are so ignorant you actually think that you can beat me with you having the weakness of overconfidence. You think you are something compared to me Fulway? Do you think you can honestly outmaneuver me? outwrestle me? outfight me? out survive me? Week after week the list of victims grows longer, I belive some of the most recent would be Bruce Lumond, Blade, and Hawk. You should be proud of the fact that you are better than two of them. But you and I both know that you have not honestly been in this business all that long, you lack experience, you lack knowledge, you lack the survival.Meanwhile I have the advantage of experience, careful study of my opponents, survival as well as intellegence. Now that is four things that will help and attribute to my win as opposed to your one.
Prepare myself for a wind of change? What are you the Scorpions lyrics writer now or something? Yet another example of your obvious cockiness. You think this is going to be a cakewalk. The same way Bruce, Blade, and Hawk thought and basically you are saying all the same things. You do have skills Fulway but your greed will cost you what gold you could have gotten.
The Kids fine too I hope? I am not even going to address that except for what the hell are you talking about?
I can throw my Dark Demise's all I like. Once again showing that your ignorance is truly amazing. I cannot throw the Darm Demise it is neither a phrase nor a frisbee, it is a very difficult maneuver used to knock the wind out of your opponent long enough to win the match, or to just knock them out cold. Now I am not saying that you cannot do me harm. In fact you probably could but what you fell to acknowledge is that you are not taking the time to note what I have done to people I have fought in the past. You are automatically assuming that you are going to get this win without fault. That you will break all of my limbs and that you will be able to walk out of there is a very bold assumption.
Now lets take a close look at reality as it is. Reality is that there are more people in poverty in the United States than any other country in the world. Reality is that there are people everyday surviving. I am not talking just about surviving the streets. I am talking about surviving LIFE. Getting up day after day to go to a job that you hate. Children surviving school from day to day. Even I have survived many a thing, but you much like my many past opponents will learn true survival when you enter into the ring with me.
Now you do truly think that I fear YOU? You think you are unstoppable? Well come Shockwave the unstoppable will be stopped, the phoenix shall fall to the call of the darker hall. I will give my fans the show of a lifetime, all the embraced out there shall shout in joy as once again there hero, their icon lives on, metaphorically speaking.
You see Fulway life is not about love, or compassion but rather survival and spoiled brats like you have no prayer of surviving someone like me. As far as fear goes I fear none. I have been to the depths of the void and you are nothing more than a housecat compared to what I have seen and what I have fought. In order to fear you must be ignorant or you must have something intimidating or just in general scary. You are not even in general scary, there is not even an ounce of intimidation in you and there is no way that I am ignorant.
You see Fulway you can come out here and talk about your the unstoppable one but I could give a shit less. The fact here is Fulway that you probably are never going to get that finisher off on me boy. You can talk about all the tombstones, hospital beds, stretchers, or coma's you want because it makes no never mind. Whether I end up in a wheelchair after this match, or permanently sucking my food out of a straw I am going to win.
Once you have left this squared circle you will know me as a Draco, or dragon for I will BURN your dreams down. For I am the most feared one you will have ever met. Fulway, I am the shadow on the moon at night filling your dreams to the brim with fright. Fulway, come Shockwave it is my personal vow that YOU will find out why they call me the Armeggedon. This is not just my vow but my CURSE! You will forever dream about the day Mister MC said the words......YOU FIGHT SICKLE NEXT WEEK!
Fuck your sass, I am a nightmare from the past, and my reign of terror is going to eternally last. Boy, I will put your whole damn body in a cast. You think your strong well I know I'm fast. I think the real question here is Fulway are you ready for me?
Sickle goes to put the mike back in his robe but suddenly pulls it back out, hits himself on the head with the palm of his hand, and speaks.
: You know actually sometimes I get ahead of myself, you see when I said that Mister MC will know how I feel about him currently I forgot I had already arranged for something.
On the titatron a video comes up of Jack Hammers office, Sickle strides up to it with a can of gasoline in one hand and a baseball bat in the other. Sickle breaks the door in with the baseball bat, sets the can down on the ground, breaks the desk in half, then he breaks several other things in the office, finally after everything is in pieces, or dented, including walls, he starts pouring gasoline everywhere, including throwing some on the walls and a little bit one the ceiling. He then sets the can down, pulls his Zippo out of one pocket, and some matches out of another pocket. He lights the matches, puts the Zippo up, looks at the camera and says
Sickle: I never did like wardens
Sickle then flips off the camera and throws the matches into the room and runs out.
The scene fades out with a current video on the titantron of fireman still trying to put out the fire and Sickle standing in the center of the ring and his trench coat flowing behind him as if it were windy INSIDE!
