No shadows can be seen, no light swaying of any kind can be seen. Various sounds can be heard here and there. The fluttering of wings, the crashing of water on rocks. Then suddenly the camera comes into light. A small candle lit room in the back of a cave. A man in a white robe sits behind the table. His head is lowered. He does not turn around to look at the camera. Due to the white robes and scenery everyone knows he is Sickle.
As the light sways back and forth a voice is heard that sounds nothing like Sickle, and is coming from the wrong direction to be Sickle. It addresses Sickle.
voice: There you were dancing amidst the planes between the afterlife and this life. Thrown into agonizing pain and discomfort, dazing in and out of death. In a coma for over a month before you were able to come back, and thus far you have done well. But I have this against you Sickle.... you have forgotten part of that which you were allowed to come back for. You were brought back to enlighten the world, yes but there is another task that was also given to you. Another task that you yourself asked for, and it was granted to you. But in your new form you have forgotten that. Look into your heart and you will find that which I speak of. You know what you must do, Sickle. It matters not when it is done. Take your time if you wish but do not forget that it must be done. Do not forget the task.
The voice speaks no more. Sickle sits and waits in silence holding the back of his head with his hands. Sickle does not turn around but he speaks as if the form voice could still here him somewhere. As if the voice lingered somehow awaiting an answer.
Sickle: I know that which you speak of. I know that which my charge is, and you are right for I had forgotten it but I now realize that vengeance is not mine to take. I must let the past stay in the past. I cannot allow the past, and infadel attacks by those consumed in the moment trip up the mission or stumble me in my life which belongs to him which art in heaven.
The voice returns a response in a most amused sounding voice.
voice: ....Good! You have finally learned. Now you have the wisdom required to fulfill the task which has been given to you. Do not fret if you come up short from time to time though for no one starts at the top. Many a weary path can be laid before us all but it is your deligence and perseverance which is admired. Farewell...
The voice disappears again this time though Sickle does turn around. He does not respond as if the voice lingers but speaks directly and frontly to the camera that he now acknowledges.
Sickle: Word has reached my ears that I am indeed in line for a rematch although it not be my doing nor will it get me the title which I so yearn for it would still put me in a position should I win to at least be a recognized figure. It is a rematch with a certain indiviual named Harley. Although he comes from a good breed somewhere along the line the apple went bad. The money that came from the hard work of his family has been squandered foolishly.
Sickle gets up from his chair and begins to pace amongst the shadows as he continues.
Sickle: Now you can run your mouth and make accusations of how I whined to the boss and got the rematch all you want but the fact of the matter is that the boss is sick of you skipping out on the match. I cannot in all earnest say that I have any objection. Now you can talk about how Donnie boy beat me but everyone who watched that tape knows that he had help which is fine. You got the upper hand last week. You used your head and came out as the victor. Good for you, but this week it is I who have the suprise for you. I have a sort of ace in the hole. As for this supposed footage, yea right. This is a new generation and we all know about video altering devices Harley so you better go show someone dumb enough to believe you. You see Harley you are unique and that is what attracts the fans. A beauty in the ring as far as technique and originality. You most definitely hold the ability of keeping people's attention....
Sickle walks over to a solitary candle sitting on a small table. Sickle leans on the table and looks at the candle with admiration as he continues.
Sickle: Now you see while the candle is beautiful and most definitely capable of holding the attention of many its very existance upon this table is short lived with just a simple nudge of the table.
Sickle nudges the table and the candle falls over onto the floor. Sickle motions for the camera to follow him as he follows the candle. He looks up at the camera with a wicked and very nefarious grin. He then looks down at the candle, raises his foot, and stomps out the light.
Sickle: Everyone who watched last week knows your precious blowjob boy had assistance. Now you talk about experience? Nobody cares what you have done in the past Harley. The fact of the matter is at best you are a relic waiting to be removed. At best you are a sturdy wrestler.
Sickle stops for a moment, rubs his chin, walks back into the shadows, and comes out with a sledge hammer. He keeps the sledge hammer at his side as he heads over to the cave wall.
Sickle: Now this wall seems sturdy enough correct? It has been around the block correct?
Sickle picks up the sledge hammer and slams it into the wall, then pulls it out leaving a huge hole.
Sickle: You see Harley while I am sure you have been around a time or two with the proper technique, the right skills, and an individual who just knows what they are doing you can easily be brought down. I am sure you will speak of how many people you have brought down in your day but I could just as easily do the same. The past should be left there.
Sickle heads back over to the table and chair that the whole promotion began at. But he bypasses the desk, and goes beside it where a bookcase is, and stands in front of it looking onward at the books as he continues.
Sickle: Harley, a man who has held numerous titles in S-C-W. A man who has faced numerous opponents in his day. His very prescence is spoke of by many but alas it is because of all these accomplishments that I truly feel sorry for the chap. You see is it just me or does the achievements of Harley already sound like that of someone who was in a hall of fame or a book, or some autobiography perhaps.
Sickle stops for a moment allowing himself a slight chuckle before continuing.
Sickle: Ah, I needed that. In all seriousness though Harley I know that you are anything but ring rusted. I know that you are probably in prime shape and ready for action but alas I do not know if that means the same thing that it used to mean. I mean like you said you have been around the block a few times and this is not a career for older men. Tell me Harley did you send someone else in to fight me and then assist him because it was your light work as you put it or because you know somewhere deep down inside of you that you no longer have what it takes to make it inside of that ring?
Sickle stops for a moment and sighs before continuing.
Sickle: Do you know what these books are my rich pompus ass friend? No of course you don't. I mean they aren't yours now are they? These books are the autobiographies of some very famous individuals who are obviously dead. Now while one of the books would make big money in its time it would then lessen to the point where it could just as easily be found in a flea market or a thrift store as a bookstore. It would lessen not only because it had been around so long but because other books had come out and taken its place.
Sickle stops, and walks over to the desk. He throws his hood over his head and turns his back on the camera. The flames of the candle seem to rise and fall in intensity with Sickle's emotions.
Sickle: Now Harley have I spoken in a form in which you would understand. I used visual aids to help illustrate my point but the time for that is over now. Now i will get straight to the point without further delay. You have incredible talents which I am sure have served you well in the past. You could possibly... undoubtedly still give great things to the S-C-W but come Breakdown I will walk out of the ring with the victory and NO ONE will stop me! I will NOT FAIL! I will rip out spines if I have to! If I am able to get this victory within my grasp I can continue towards furthering myself up the proverbial ladder to achieve that which the father desires. I care not for my own body. I care not for my own sanity. I will do whatever it takes to be victorious at Breakdown. My goal is to enlighten those that live in sin but come Breakdown Sickle will rise to the top again. I will be declared victor as my hand is raised and I stand in the ring amidst the carnage of sweat, skin, and the blood of two men. It is not until after my victory will everyone know what kind of trouble Harley was really in. Prepare yourself for NOTHING and no one can save you from the WRATH of him who art in heaven. My perseverance knows no bounds. My dedication knows no boundaries. The violence I will unleash upon you at Breakdown knows no stop signs.
Sickle then gets on his knees, pulls out some beads, and begins to pray on the ground but stops as the wind blows wildly out of control and a voice can be heard. But this is not the voice from earlier. This voice is much more sinister.
new voice: yes go ahead and pray Sickle for your deeds while forgiven are not forgotten. You think that everything you have done is forgotten? Perhaps by the ones who reside in heaven they are. But by those who still reside here on this planet they are not. I have not forgotten your deeds Sickle and nor will I.