The scene opens to a graveyard.
The camera does a round about view of it, kind of scanning the whole scene.
Everything seems to be abandoned and yet in its own way alive. The scraped pieces of stone off of the headstones litter the ground. Two large center pieces stand tall in the face of the adversaty of weather and time. A graveyards two greatest advesaries.
Kutsu, a non-stoppable weed, wraps almost like a contristicor around one of the two center pieces dedicated in loving memory to someone. Tall oakwoods stand behind them. Multiple different sized headstones stand in front of them almost like small soldiers. Even the grass itself is dead, it seems to be the only thing alive is the trees in it. A beautiful stone angel momument is seen in one of the far off corners of the graveyard, one of its wings however is broken an so it too has something to mourn for in this desolate, lonely, and self-examining wasteland that some call a cemetary.
Not too far away from the angel with but one wing there is a stone carved monument of someone in dead vaines. So they too have become subject to the never ending toll of death. One head stone is of a ten-month old baby. Its headstone is tilted to the right a tad bit, as if it is leaning its head in curiousity and the headstone is moving with it. There is another headstone of some wife around her mid-thirties. In this arcane, spiritual asylum, desolate place of final resting, there is no racism, there is no hate, there is no age desrimination, sexualism, nor gender descrimination, there is only death.
The camera zooms into a single building that holds one coffin, and a single iron gate protects that coffin. The gate is partially rusted from water over time. The building itself is chipping away and shows signs of decay in certain parts of it. Coming from inside is a noice of some type.
The building seems to stand alone, almost trying to defy its surroundings while hiding that which makes its surroundings what it is inside of itself. The creepyness of the gate is not from the design or from its surroudings, alone that is. It comes rather from the creaking of it when it opens. It almost seems to be crying every time you open it and make its insides suseptible to the environment it has hid from for so long, from the environment that it has denied for so long and yet still it is a part of that environment.
The camera heads into the decaying building, past the gates, and into the room that is so dark. A figure can be seen sitting, sitting ontop of the coffin, in a thinking mode. The figure looks at the camera or so it appears
figure: In a darkened fathom does my mind wander, tracing the roots of what I am, off in the distance, way off yander. In the dark parallel of this reality that is my mind do I hide. I sit and await that which will be my fate. I am supposed to wait for fate or am I supposed to give a little nudge, for I am not a great judge. Deep into darkness peering, long I stand here wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. I sit here pondering. Pondering what may lie in store for me. Will I be victorious? Of this I am sure. For no one in this match has more reason to want it than me. I want it so that the title may not fall into the wrong hands, and I will fight off an army if I must. Yet, I talk of being a great wrestler and here I am sitting ontop of a coffin like one of those halloween specials on TNT. I talk so greatly of pretensions and stereo-types yet here I am doing exactly what the stereo types said I would. Maybe it is time that I changed this madness of stereo typing, maybe it is time that I showed the fans that I am not some mad man on the run out here but rather I am a self-examiner, a great thinker, and talented wrestler. I am not the spokesman for Hot Topic dammit!
The figure jumps off of the coffin, shoves the camera aside and throws on a hooded robe that had been sitting in the corner this whole time. He slides out and is gone from sight before one could blink
The scene fades out
The scene reopens to a nightclub somewhere in Detroit. The figure is standing in a line. Everyone is wearing bright clothes, and the latest in foot wear except for the figure. The line moves along ever so slowly. Finally the figure is next. The guard looks at him, and just shakes his head back and forth and rolls his eyes
The figure gratefully walks inside, and gets a table. He slowly pulls his hood off along with the rest of his robe......it's SICKLE!
A waiter comes up to him
waiter: And what will you have to drink sir?
: I think I would appreciate it greatly if you could bring me a margaritta on the rocks, two bottles of Jack Daniels, a keg of ale, some Irish Coffe, and um some Everclear.
The waiter kind of chuckles
: Why whats so funny son?
waiter: It 'twas nothing sir
The waiter began to swear beyond control, and his eyes were nearly buldging out of his head with fright as he tryed to get his adams apple to stay down instead of up
: Come on I enjoy a good joke as much as the next guy, come now what is so funny?
The waiter shurgged his shoulders as if to say 'whatever'
Waiter: Well, I was just thinking that with your weight and height you would be drunker than hell off all those drinks
: That is funny isnt it, and you are probably right. Thats why I ordered so much. You see though I only weight two hundred and someon pounds.
Sickle got up and took his shirt off and sat it down in his seat. His six pack glistened in the dim lighting, his muscles seemed to have a life of their own as they almost seemed to be breathing. Sickle then jumped up on the table and started to dance. Girls flocked over to the table like wildfire on a summer day in a mountainous area. They were screaming things like 'off with it, come on stop teasin us, you can do me; you can do me all night long'. Sickle just kind of grinned half-way and kept dancing. Sickle finally got off of the table when he saw the drinks coming. He chugged down one after another like it was nothing and the waiter was wrong. He barely got a buzz.
Sickle then headed outside, and whistled. A black stretch limousine came out of nowhere and parked right in front of him. The driver got out and opened the door for him. Sickle got in and said:
: TO the arena
The scene switches to the EFW ring-side area.
J-Dogg: What a turmoil we have had here recently.
Josh: The Hell that is going on around here is just astonishing
J-Dogg: Yes sir, I truly believe that this will be a night to remember, a night that will go down in the books, a night that will change EFW forever
Josh: I'll say there is so much promise in some of these matches that are scheduled.
J-Dogg: There is no telling with that destructive, individual what he will do at the next show
Josh: You forgot sick, twisted, and freak
J-Dogg: They are not freaks!
J-Dogg lept out of his chair and lunged at Josh but then he stopped and put two fingers to his ear
J-Dogg: I have just gotten word from backstage that Sickle has just arrived and is heading to the backstage area with a baseball bat
The scene switches to the backstage area. Sickle is screaming out for Guei Lung. He bashes some holes into the wall with the bat out of frustration. All of a sudden he see's a staff member walking around, grabs him by the throat, and slams him into the wall
: Where is he?
guy: Who? Where is who?
: Guei! Where is he? Where is his locker room?
guy: Oh...him....second door down the hall on the right
: Thanks kid.
Sickle heads down the hall, gently swinging his baseball bat back and forth. He gets to the locker room. Guei's name is on a nice gold plate right in the center of the door. Sickle kicks the door open, and heads in. There is no one there. All of a sudden Sickle hears a noise, and hides in one of the lockers in the room. Sickle grabs some person with a REVELATION shirt on by the arm and drags him into the room and shuts the door. As soon as the door closes, Sickle jumps ontop of the fan and starts beating him down with the bat, then he slams him into the locker, then he throws him threw the wooden locker room door.
Sickle kind of backs off and then continues the beatings.
Sickle steps through the remains of that door, waits for the fan to stand up and does a standing side kick to his chest. Sickle grabs the fan up by his hair, and drags him further back...he see's a glass window. He sets of a thing of boxes up underneath it, where it is level with the window, puts the guard up there, ...and then spears him right through the glass window. Sickle picks the fan up, Sickle holds him there, and then Sickle does a standing sidekick to the temple of the fans head. Then Sickle picks up a mike
: Let this be a preview for what is to come. We are the darkness...bitch!
The EMT's try to come to help the fan, but Sickle starts pounding on them too, finally security comes and holds Sickle back. Sickle finally slighlty calms down, and heads out with the baseball bat in hand, and grinning like a madman.
The scene switches back to the ring-side area
Josh: My God! Sickle is a vicious monster!
J-Dogg: ah, He had it coming
Josh: Sickle went way to far, way too far! What type of human being would do that? Why does Sickle have to beat him down so badly?
J-Dogg: I do think that Sickle might have gotten a little carried away this time. Ladies and gentlemen, we do not condone nor support these type of actions and I am sure that our hearts and minds are with that man and his family as the EMT's attempt to help him
Josh: Hold that thought J. Ladies and gentlemen, I am now getting word from backstage that they are carrying away that fan in an ambulance
J-Dogg: Sickle has done a great many twisted things in his career but this one tops them all....
J-Dogg is interrupted as 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. His long vinyl jacket kind of drags behind him, his blood shot eyes glance back and forth as if he is expecting something to happen, he does this all the way down to the ring, then he baseball slides in, bat still in hand. Once inside the ring he holds onto his bat like a kid with a confort blanket. He paces back and forth surveying his surroundings. For some reason he baseball slides out of the ring and baseball slide back in and then looks at his watch and nods his head in aggreement at something. Then he picks up a mike
: Jackoff, you yellow bellied little snake in the grass punk, you have the nerve to talk about the darkside. To verbally attack me from behind...and you think there will be no penelties for such things? Oh there will be penalties! I will stop a mudhole right in your face like I did that fan tonight, and like I did to you on Shockwave. Heed my friends warning, back off! You see Jack I got a phone call from Bates on the way to the bar. He says he is not going to fight me, but he would love to tear apart Blade and Guei, and then YOU! You see Jack you are doing something very dangerous. You are trying to piss off both sides of a war. If you dont watch yourself Jack you might wind up in the hospital for awhile. From what I understand there might be a change in power soon.
Consider tonight a preview of what is coming, a sneak preview if you will. This title is not leaving my waste for no one. I tryed being calm...you punks dont want calm. You punks in the back, you pushed, and you pushed and you pushed, well guess what I went ahead and jumped. You think that this is a good thing? You think you want to see me like this? This is where you are so wrong?! Not even Lucifer himself would want to meet me like this, that's fine though, prepare for this is the new me. Blade and Guei you want to claim to have wrestling talent? You have yet to show us how much talent you truly have. The better man will come out victorious and well, thats me! Oh yeah! You better believe it, and uh all you fools in the back had better get ready too! You had better stay in the back and keep your mouth shut if you know whats good for you.
I dont really care who you are a friend of. You can be a friend of Clinton, Bush, Arafat, Bill Gates, or Sting for all I care. It doesnt matter who you're associated with. It doesnt matter who you are friends with. The only thing that matters is now you are nothing more than an object in my gunsight, and you will be shot down. You will come crashing down like a blonde kamakazi. I will make you fall. Victory will be mine, but something more than victory will be mine, you see I have noticed the massive ego on you Orlando and you too, Guei when I get my hands on you I will not only destroy your face and body but I will take your pride with me, I take all that bragging rights with me. You see we all knew about the bragging rights if we won this, we all knew about the lost of our pride if we lost this, but you know what I dont have any pride left! I have none. None what-so-ever, there is not a single amount of pride left in me.
So if I have to literally tear the bones out of you then I will do it. If I have to take blow after blow after blow to my body so that I can wear you down, I will do it. If I have to risk my own death to put you down for the one, two, three, I will do it. There is absolutely, positevely nothing that will stand in my way of winning. No man, no group, no collective amount of people, no amount of sustained damage to my own body, no massive amounts of loss of blood. Nope, not even the U.S. Military could stop me from getting that victory. I will make you bleed, I will make you sweat, and work as hard as you possibly can for that victory. If you win then you truly deserve it, if you lose then no one will look down on you for it because you tried your best to get there and that is the bottomline.
You know Orlando,and Guei you know that slight chill you feel every now and then? You know that tingling of your skin that comes every so often? You know that large chill that runs down the very backbone of your body? That chill is the breath of death as I stand over you, as I watch you in your day to day life, as I study your every move. As I learn your strengths and weaknesses. Obviously this would apply more to Guei seeing as how I have already proven numerous times that Orlando is no match for me. Guei, you know that tingling that causes your hair to stand on end is my very prescence. You have a fear of that which you do not understand Guei, and that which you understand least is ME! It is in the human law of being alive, that which humans do not understand they fear. You dont understand where I came from. How I came up, what my beliefs are, or even why they are, and what boggles you the most is WHAT I am? Do not fear though for not even I know truly what I am, the only thing that I know that I am is a man searching for his innerself.
Searching for that which makes me so greatly individual from that which I despise most, which is the trash-talking punks like you Guei. You are the guy who lived in the middle class apartment and complained because you were out of Kool-aid meanwhile I was in the mental institution asking for some bread, just some bread so that I could eat. YOu think that you know hardship? You know of no such thing! I know hardship, I know what toughness is all about. You however do not seem to understand what it is all about. But that is okay because come this pay per view I am going to show you that even what I did to that fan back there here recently was nothing, what I did to The Jinx was nothing. That severe beating of the fan was a minor showing, a payback if you will. The time for the darkness to rise has come. I will get the win.
Jack you have dared to say you dont care about this dark angel splitting EFW down the middle. I will show you how much this means to me. I have merely claimed to know the darkness and that is something that your complacent mind cannot possibly even begin to comprehend. To say that the following of the darkness is a fad is a miscomprehension and clearly shows your lack of intellegence and your highly advanced ignorance just like the rest of the sheep that listen to the movies, watch the crappy television shows and read the fictional books assuming that they have truth in them. I have seen your type, and I have seen the type that you speak of. I am neither. I am something beyond the comprehension of both. I am a human who understands things that would drive most mad, oh wait too late! Ahahahaha!
God it feels so good to just lose all control. To watch as the fear rises into the eyes of your victim and boy oh boy do I have a special suprise for you,Guei once you step into this ring. You have no idea what you are stepping into. Remember that you have been warned. The time for the dark riders is here. Make no mistake Guei, I AM the Armeggedon, I AM the bringer of damnation, I am the LUCID NIGHTMARE, and I am the shadow on the moon at night filling your dreams to the brim with fright
Then Sickle threw down the mike and the all the lights go out and when they come back on Sickle is nowhere to be found
