Sickle: I turn to the news to confirm my beliefs that the end is coming soon. I find that mother earth is taking her toll on those who do not reimburse what they took. I look upon the screen and I observe the men folk who shriek. I countenance the proliferation of war like laborious effort. I hear in China of acid rains. Not a soul sought to heed the verity. We told them it would happen, but they would rather live in sin. So here I am sitting in a dimly lit room yet again laughing as I watch the world come to an end.
Sickle pauses for a moment. The distant look leaves his eyes but he still appears to be deep in thought. Images of a school in Pennsylvania and the words shooting along come across the television screen. The reporters begin to talk in that melancholy voice that is synonymous with news reporters. Sickle reaches to the right of him, grabs the remote control, and mutes the television. He begins to speak again.
Sickle: As I sit here I have to wonder to myself what type of a world do we live in that it is not safe even in the Amish communities anymore. Into their bodies the bullets did pour. We talk of who is and is not hardcore. Truth is this is not the time of seven years and four score. I realize this is not recent news anymore yet it still makes me wonder if America is the one in revelation called babylon whore.
We currently reside in a world filled with discord and hate. Everyone is afraid of being late. There is no set gas rate. But perhaps in all reality we are only moving backwards thusly fulfilling our fate. I suppose there would be those that wonder what I am speaking of, and it would be best if I stopped talking in riddles.
Again Sickle pauses for a moment. He gets up out of the chair, turns the television off, and walks to the backside of the room. He lights a few candles sitting on a table in the far dark corner of the room. There is a wooden chair sitting in front of the table. Sickle turns the chair around, and looks at the camera. He pulls out a line of beads that share their space with a cross. Sickle holds this beaded cross necklace in one hand, and begins to move the beads one by one as he speaks.
Sickle: You see in this world that we do now live in it is hard for one to understand things like morality and justice except for the perceptions that we are taught to believe. I have been given the mission of correcting these false hoods. I have been sent to set the world straight. I am no fool however for I know that my words will not be paid attention to unless I am at the top of the proverbial ladder. In order for my words to be not only listened to but heard as well I must become world champion. I know that I lost my match to Harley. But I am here to tell him that my resolve has not changed. I will not stop until I hold that title in my hands. Regardless of what means I must take in order to get there. I do not condone hatred nor do I condone violence. But there is a time and a place for everything. Right now is the time for violence on my part. I must unleash the full amount of rage from within my inner most soul. I must become the wolf that I truly am.
Through some talking I have managed to get a rematch with Harley in which he must fight and everyone is barred from ringside. Now maybe he is as tough as he claims he is and maybe he is not. In truth it does not matter because as I said before my dedication to my cause is beyond the average comprehension. In truth there are very few who can actually relate to a truly devote follower of the messiah such as myself. Sure there are other followers of the messiah but they are different than I. You see I am not just a follower I am a servant. I have humbled myself to do as my lord wishes as a servant would do the bidding of his master. I feel like John the Baptist. I am no messiah. I am no prophet. I am merely a man who prepares the path for the light ...
Sickle stops for a moment, and laughs slightly before continuing.
Sickle: �I apologize for my ranting. You see I just get so overly zealous when I think of my mission but maybe through my over zealousness you can see what I mean. My devotion is not to my own personal well being or to my own redemption even but rather to the cause. You have heard of the Muslim Jihad and constantly you hear of their fanatics as they are called.... well consider me the same thing but only I am a follower of the messiah. You see just as the world is coming to an end so shall my temporary losing streak. My losing to Harley and his goon did happen and I will not say it was a fluke but I guarantee it will not happen again this week. I will come out again on top and I will move back up the proverbial ladder.
Sickle stops for a moment, looks over at the television, gets a twisted grin on his face and continues.
Sickle: Just as I sit and watch the world come to an end shall I look back in two weeks time and watch my losing streak come to an end before it even began. I will watch and I will laugh because I will have given you warning. You see once the ball gets rolling their will be no slowing it down. There will be no stopping it. The world did not heed the warning from the followers of the messiah just like I know that my opponent for the next Breakdown will not heed my warning. Just like the people in that Amish community in Pennsylvania my opponent will think that he will be safe. The Amish must realize that this is no longer the world of four score and seven years ago and my opponent realize that this is not the place for rich bastards. The time of the playboy is long since passed. I am a part of a new movement. I may be an older wrestler with a lot more in ring experience, and a lot more training with different techniques and counters but I am not trying to revive a long dead movement within the wrestling world. You see I was once like you Harley. I once believed that I had to use hatred and anger in order to gain victory inside the ring even to the point of using others but I now know that it does not matter. You see when you get angry you lose control, and if you do not have control it allows a wrestler such as myself to take advantage when mistakes are made and in such a mental condition as uncontrollable rage a great deal of mistakes will be made. These mistakes commonly will be missed by those that are inexperienced but for one such as me such mistakes will lead to a great deal of pain and inevitable defeat. But the bottom line is that come Breakdown I shall set your mind free and purify you through pain. You will fall at the hands of the man known as Sickle, and no amount of rebuttals back and forth will change the outcome at Breakdown. There will be no one to help you, and if you try to sneak someone around that then you will be sadly disappointed as you will learn at Breakdown that I too have a few tricks up my sleeve. You see Harley I will be victorious.
A look of rage comes across the face of Sickle.
Sickle: MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL! Because come Breakdown your body shall be mine!
Sickle stands up quickly knocking the chair backwards. He stares dead into the camera as his eyes slowly turn white.
Sickle: ��.. STOP ME IF YOU CAN!
Suddenly there is a bright light blinding the camera and causing some technical difficulties. When the technical difficulties are fixed and the image returns the table is split in two, the camera is cracked wide open, and there is a cross burned in the seat where Sickle was sitting and in the white leather chair.