To the right of the church is a cemetery, and to the left of the church is a parking lot for members and visitors. The church itself is of the older Victorian design with the spiraling steeple and the protruding large knocker doors made of solid oak. Windows decorated in gorgeously colored Christian mosaics line the church.
The camera backs away from the church to show a narrow, quite, dimly lit, and desolate road blanketed in fog.
The only form of illumination is coming from a solitary street light directly across the street. Shadows dance here in there in the darkness of the night, the mystery of the fog, and the slight illumination of the dim street light. From behind the denseness of the fog and the dusky settling of the light a silhouette can be made out coming towards the street light. As he draws closer to the camera it can be made out that he is wearing a hooded robe. Finally he stands under the swaying light of the street lamp. It is now clear that he is wearing a white hooded robe but his general form is still hidden due to the low intensity of the light, the incredible thickness of the fog, and the ever darkening night sky. He stares looks directly ahead as if in a trance at the church, and as he begins to speak in a voice that would send chills up the spine of those on death row it becomes apparent that he is as many would have expected S-C-W�s own Sickle.
Sickle: Live in this world but be not of it is what we are preached. But what does it mean? Does it mean to become a hermit? Obviously not seeing as how we are also taught to go and preach the good news to the entire world. What this message, this riddle means is actually quite simple. In fact it is so simple that we manage to miss it. It means simply that while yes we do live in this world we do not have to be like the people who would choose to live their lives as if there were nothing afterwards. We must remember that we live for a higher calling and thusely must raise ourselves above those who would choose to embrace the ideals of this world. We must rise above the idea that possessions determine a man�s worth. We must rise above the idea that the laws of men are above that of the father. We must rise above the idea that we must place our country, and the laws of it before our own family and friends. For far too many supposed men of God have taken up the robes and used his name to commit the acts of his foe. We must not debase ourselves to become tolerant of what we know is wrong. Mistake me not though for I am not saying that one should go out killing someone for sinning. I am simply saying that while yes one has the right to do what they will we as Christians in a supposed free country have the right to say that it is wrong. It is not our place to judge, no but it is our place to tell our fellow man the gospel and to inform them when they stumble and to try to help them up after they do. I know that my words are heard by your ears but are ignored by your hearts for we are living in the end times and hearts have become cold like ice. It matters not though for my words will be heard. I do not embolden pugnaciousness, but there is a stint and situation for it. When that pugnacity is used for good it is feasible to achieve a purpose so that it will not have been fruitless. What I will be doing soon will be very akin. I will use pugnacity to circulate a message. I will spread the message that enlightenment is indeed possible. I will broadcast the message that the factions of Christianity are living in the dark and proclaiming for the light. I will spread the message that a new breed of Christians are emerging through the darkness of this realm. I will spread a message to this new breed that we are indeed in the end times and it will not be long before we are proscribed. We must be ready to fight. We must be ready to stand as soldiers. Not soldiers of a mother or fatherland but soldiers of our father who art in paradise. I will spread this message by reaching the utmost mesa in the S-C-W, and no one will obstruct me.
Sickle then walks across the street, goes up the stairs of the church that upon closer look is obviously Catholic, stands dead in front of the door, wipes his feet twice, and then turns and walks back across the street with his back turned the entire way never looking back. He walks past the street lamp and into the dense fog. He can be seen to and fro amongst the fog as he moves here and there whilst talking and the whole time keeping his back turned to the church.
Sickle: Now I am sure for those who have been watching that I have lost a great deal of you which is fine by me for the moment for my words are not for the sheep but for the fellow wolfs such as myself. Now for the rest of you who are watching this particular promotion most likely to see what I will say next about my upcoming match with the southerner turned Canadian, Harley. Oh where to begin? They say that the beginning is the best place to start so I will do the best I can but do forgive me if I leave anything out because there is just so much ground to cover.
Sickle laughs mockingly for a moment before continuing.
Sickle: I have looked and looked and looked and for the life of me I cannot find any record of you ever having a match in S-C-W. I could have missed it somewhere as there are many files but I know this much for sure you have not been in the ring in awhile. Which means I have the advantage in this match. I am not rusty, I am not a rookie, and I have a forty six pound advantage which may not sound like much but to those of us who have been in the ring more than a few times here and there we know it can make a difference. If I could beat someone who held once held several S-C-W titles what do you think I could do to you?
Sickle comes out of the fog for a moment to look dead into the camera.
Sickle: You think you are ready for this?
Sickle then returns to the fog where he continues with the speech that he was beginning before hand.
Sickle: You see I am going to use your body to make an example of and to send a message to the rest of S-C-W�.. As far as I can tell you are a pion. You are another stepping stone in my temple of success. A tool to open the door to that which I need.
Sickle�s voice stops, and suddenly his face is in the camera again.
Sickle: Listen carefully to me boy I am ONLY going to say this one time. I am a servant of the messiah. I am a true follower of the messiah. I am a messenger at best, grant you. I am but a man who was given a vision of enlightenment to share with the world to pave the way for the great return of the messiah.
Sickle then vanishes back into the fog and begins again with his increasingly over dramatic responses.
Sickle: You see Harley you can come out and say what you want but in the end they are nothing but words from someone who is either a has been or a never was. Even your moves are pathetic. You have but a few here and there showing clear rookieness. I on the other hand have an arsenal of moves in which to unleash inside that ring. You will lose at Breakdown Harley because put simply I am the better wrestler, the better fighter, and just plain out better. You see...I am but a messenger who has come to enlighten the world but come Breakdown you will be the one who receives a message, and that message shall be plain as day. You stand in the way of a holy man on a trek and you shall pay for it dearly.
The scene fades out as Sickle�s voice fades into the distance.