A figure walks down the middle of the road with the rain beating consistently on his white robe. People can be seen on either side of the road walking on the sidewalk, running to their houses to get out of the rain. Suddenly lights are coming down the road on the right side. As they draw closer a horn can be heard blaring but the robed figure continues to walk down the middle of the road. The car swivels and barely misses the man in the robe. A few feet up the road the car screeches to a halt. A large man comes out of the car and is storming towards the robed man. Finally reaching the robed man the large man places his hand on the robed man�s figure and in the blink of an eye the large man is laying on his back. The robed man is standing over him. He slowly begins to speak.
Robed man: you have chosen to take matter into your own hands much like I will do at the Blood Zone. You have chosen to place your hands on a stranger. Had I been someone else I would have had you arrested for assault but as I am not anyone else I chose rather to teach you that while yes you are a very big boy there is always someone tougher out there. Now get up, get back in your car, and go home.
The man gets up and as he is heading back to his car in a mad dash the robed man yells out in that oh so calm yet twisted way.
Robed man: may the father be with you��
The car screeches off as the robed figure heads over towards the sidewalk. He watches ever carefully as the people go to and fro inside their houses. A twisted grin emerges across his face. He continues to walk amidst the rain along the sidewalk only now he begins to speak.
Robed man: Look at them as they scurry about like ants in a large farm. They feel like they have a purpose in their lives but in truth they are probably walking blind. They are probably unaware of the hole that is growing inside of them for most likely they still secretly look for enlightenment but cannot find it. If they had it they would not be inside their house right now they would be walking amongst the rain as I am. They would be feeling the ever pounding beat and musical connotations of the rain.
The robed man stops and walks up to one of the windows and watches the family prepare a dinner. He watches as they set the table and bring out the food but finally he decides to leave before someone should see him. He returns to the sidewalk and continues speaking.
Robed man: It is a true pity for while they prepare with such diligence the much needed sustenance to sustain their physical bodies they have not even the slightest symbolism to sustain their spiritual needs. For while they run back and forth and wallow in their sins they do not even think of looking for the much needed bath to cleanse them, and while most would look down on these people for this with hatred in their hearts I do not. I feel only pity for those who do not seek their own redemption. I feel only pity for those who know not enlightenment.
The robed man stops in front of a park and heads towards some benches underneath a wooden ceiling. He goes inside of it and sits down. He then motions with one hand for the camera to come closer. His head is bowed down and without looking up he begins to speak.
Robed man: I suppose by now some of you have figured out who I am but for those of you who have not I am known as Sickle. Now I want all of you to pay very close attention for my words while long winded are very enlightening and empowering.
Sickle, with head still bowed, pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his robe. He places them on the table. He then takes out a box of matches and places them on the table as well. He turns around and lights a cigarette, and then turns back around with his head still bowed puffing in between sentences as he continues.
Sickle: While the fire does burn and the paper does give way to the fire causing ashes that wither and fall to the ground��
Sickle walks out of the safety of the wooden building, and continues to speak amidst the rain as he continues speaking. As the rain pounds out the once lit and smoking cigarette.
Sickle: �.. With but a few drops of rain that same fire does wither away as if it never were.
Sickle tosses the cigarette out, and returns inside the wooden building. He sits back down, and continues to speak with his head now up as he returns the pack of cigarettes back inside of the robe.
Sickle: Take a look out there��
The camera turns around and faces the outside looking at the down pour of rain on the park. Sickle continues to speak as the camera stays focused on the rain.
Sickle: Look at how it cleanses everything, look at how the rain renews and rejuvenates everything it touches. But enough of that, I believe it is time I spoke of what is truly on my mind at the moment.
The camera turns around and faces Sickle once more as he stands up and begins to walk atop the tables under the wooden building never touching the ground.
Sickle: It is to my understanding that my match against Bishop is being booked as vengeance but in truth it is not vengeance that I seek. I feel no hatred nor anger towards Bishop. It is more of a reckoning. You see I must validate through him that I am a new man. I must use him and our little bit of past to move on to the world title for in truth it is that which I truly seek. You see once I reach the top I will be heard and my message of enlightenment will spread across the globe. But my focus is not on that at the moment. My focus is solely on getting over the obstacle at hand.
Suddenly Sickle drops down almost instantly and is sitting down Indian style as he continues.
Sickle: Now while I could come out here and talk nasty about my opponent I will not. I could easily come out here and use incredibly remarkable and colorful analogies but in truth those while entertaining serve no purpose. This promotion however will, the purpose of this promotion is to prepare the world for that which is about to happen. You see Bishop you are a fire consuming everything in sight. To the untrained eyes it would appear as if you were unstoppable but that is an illusion that shall soon be enlightened. For if you are the fire Bishop then I am the rain. I will dose you out. But perhaps my little analogy is hypocritical so I should be more blunt and upright with you.
Sickle rubs his chin for a moment, stands up again and begins to walk along the top of the tables again as he continues speaking.
Sickle: Ah I got it!
Sickle stops and raises his head, starts shaking his finger with a grin before finally stopping. He calms down a moment and continues.
Sickle: I do rather apologize for that out burst but I find difficulty breaking down things to a level that others can understand so it is most exhilarating when I can. Anyways, I am getting carried away��
Sickle laughs a moment before continuing.
Sickle: �.. You see Bishop before you go rambling on about how I am supposedly claiming to be the son of god or how I am talking about enlightening you or how you relate my name to sickness or sickly or any other clever little thing you can think of to twist my words remember this��
A twisted grin comes across the face of Sickle.
Sickle: While you can come out and say them you should remember that right now I am not angry but trying to twist my words around for some little game of your own will anger me. But back to breaking down my an analogy for you. You see you may have taken out some of the people around the U-H-W-F but you and I both know that I am a totally different breed of wrestler altogether. I am a man you fear, and if you do not you should for while you think I am some random man coming out here playing off some gimmick of the typical hypocritical Christian in truth I am far from. For while it is true that I am a follower of the Messiah I am not one of the sheep. I am separate from the flock you see. I am a wolf that has been sent by the shepherd to defend the flock from the other wolves. I cannot allow anything to stand in my way. I will not allow anyone to block my path. Not even you shall stop me from reaching the plateau from which I will deliver my message!
Sickle jumps down from atop the table. A look of twisted calmness is written all over his face.
Sickle: Come Blood Zone I will defeat you. That night I shall take you to a whole new level of pain. But I think you get the idea that the general message of my promotion tonight is that I shall come out triumphant at the Blood Zone regardless of what the price is for my victory. For traveling through a lake of blood I paddle with a mission in the boat of determination to reach the isle of my destiny where I will fulfill my words to enlighten the world�
Suddenly there is a bright glare, and the camera goes to static. After a few minutes the camera returns to normal. Once audio and visual are returned it is obvious that Sickle is nowhere to be seen and the wooden structure is now ablaze amidst the rain.