In the center of the table is a white rose, with one bristle, laying down. The light from the taper flickers on and off with an unseen zephyr. A gentle miasma can be seen building up with the flickering of the light. The taper flickers again and for the briefest of moments the faint sound of a child whimpering can be heard.
The camera moves ever so slowly to the right and stops.
A picture of Chris Kain sits on the right side of the table. Beside the picture is another taper and pate. The two candles begin to flicker on and off in harmony. Suddenly a voice can be heard echoing around the room. The opine can be clearly recognized as Sickle.
Sickle: White is commonly considered the hue of virtue. A rose is normally used as a carrier of an emblematic implication. The implication will of course depend upon the hue of the said rose. The primordial Greeks and Romans commonly identified the rose with their goddesses of love. The Romans would normally place a rose on the ingress of a chamber where confidential matters were to be deliberated. In verity due to this practice of times past the locution sub rosa means under the rose or more specifically to keep a secret.
A slight whistling can be heard from the unseen wind as it picks up. Sickle�s voice still holds that chilling factor as he continues.
Sickle: The first Christians identified the five petals of the rose with the crucifixion. It was never officially designated though due to the parallels with Roman rituals. The red rose was later adopted as a symbol of the Christian martyrs, and later on the Virgin Mary.
A sinister music begins to pick up slightly over the sound of the whistling wind. Sickle�s voice still manages to be heard over it but only slightly.
Sickle: White rose was a World War Two non-violent resistance group in Germany. They called for active opposition to the Nazi Regime. Most of the members of this group were former war veterans and there were also members that were influenced by the German Youth Movement. After the tumble of Nazi Germany the White Rose came to epitomize antagonism to despotism in the German psyche.
Sickle lets out a slightly twisted laugh. He finally stops and continues in that calm yet spine tingling voice.
Sickle: The semantics that we commonly use when in allusion to what the dissimilar hues signify is from the Victorian age. You will, I am sure, be much obliged to know that I am not going to list all of them. My point is that roses are widely known, and used in various cultures. My personal favorite though is one that is still somewhat practiced today. It is believed that if one places a rose on a cist of a recently defunct person would keep them from rising again.
The camera moves from the table as suddenly a coffin is lowered down from somewhere above to dead in front of the table. Suddenly a figure in a white robe comes in front of the table and grabs the picture of Chris Kain. The figure places the picture inside of the coffin, and then closes it. He then grabs the white rose and places it on top of the coffin, and moves back into the shadows. Sickle can be heard in the background.
Sickle: One of the most prominent quotes regarding roses says that �What's in a name? That which we call a rose/by any other name would smell as sweet� We normally hear that phrase and think that it is some kind of quixotic conception when it is not. In certainty it is a sincerely magnanimous superlative, and it is a datum. If a rose were named some other appellation it would still smell just as saccharine. It would still be one of the most prevalent floras in the world today. Just like you or I the name rose does not truly identify what the rose is. A name is nothing more than a handle. It is nothing more than a way of identifying the noun. Does one truly believe that a name can decide what a person will achieve in his or her life? A name no more identifies who the person is than his or her clothes. I am without doubt that everyone of you is wondering where I am going with all of this so I will elaborate without further a due.
Sickle�s voice continues as the white robed figure emerges yet again and it becomes abundantly clear that the white robed figure is indeed Sickle.
Sickle: A skull like the rose can represent many things. It is a sign of the past and decadence. You see Chris Kain you were a great wrestler but you are a man of the past. Your time has come and past. It is time that we lay you to rest, and confirm that you cannot rise again. It is no secret that you are well past your superlative. I used to think that this was the same for me but I have found that I am just starting to come into my own. I am a new man since my enlightenment.
Suddenly a vat of blood pours down from above upon the coffin. Sickle moves out of the way just in time as the blood covers the coffin, the table and part of the floor. He continues as if nothing had happened.
Sickle: We are taught that white is the color of purity but the wisdom of men is the foolishness of God. Now according to the word white is truly the color of purity as the saints are given white robes but in order to be pure there had to be blood shed in the form of the great sacrifice of the messiah. Through the blood that was spilled on that horrid day we each can be purified by simply embracing this sacrifice. Much like the day of truth and deliverance that is the crucifixion there must also be blood shed in today�s modern world. In order to spread the great enlightenment and open the eyes of a blind world I must shed blood, and I pray for understanding everyday for I am not the same man I once was. I do not take joy in bringing pain and misery to others but you would be sadly mistaken if you thought that my lack of pleasure would stop me in any way from doing that which is the will of the great father who art in heaven.
Sickle walks over to the coffin, and throws off his hood. The camera focuses in on his face. A single tear begins to fall from his eye. Sickle pulls a small jar from his robe. He removes the lid and place sit in his left hand, and then places the jar under his eye, and catches the tear inside the jar. He places the lid back on the jar and puts it on top of the coffin. He places his hood back on, and then places one hand inside of the blood on the coffin. He takes and rubs the blood on his robe. He then turns towards the camera and continues speaking.
Sickle: I have shed the only tear I will shed for what I must do. I have taken the responsibility for the blood that I must shed. I have acknowledged that which I must do. I will not apologize for it. For nothing and no one will stand in my way of enlightening the world. I know that you probably have some great anger against me. You probably are angry because Scott Stonewall and myself became the tag team champions and took what you thought was rightfully yours. I on the other hand hold no bitterness. What happened is in the past and the past is something we must each learn from and move on. If I truly wronged you then I apologize but I do not feel like I did. I have been forgiven for all my wrongs and I am free to follow the path that I have been given. I know that path will not be easy but my resolve knows no boundaries. I know that you were distracted during our match, and that you feel like Scott Stonewall and me took advantage of that fact and for that I apologize. If you continue to live in the past though you will never be able to embrace the future like me. In truth I believe that back then if you had not been distracted you probably would have beaten me because I was filled with hatred and anger. I knew not the peace and understanding that I have now. Make no mistake Chris Kain I will make short work of you at Liberty and I will move on to show the administration of the A-C-W that I deserve another shot at the world title. Neither you nor anyone else will keep me from reaching the platform upon which I must deliver the message of my father.
Sickle pauses, briefly the candle light goes out, and when it comes back on Sickle�s eyes are white. Not rolled back mind you but white. Tears of blood can suddenly be seen coming from his eyes, and beads of bloody sweat can be seen coming from his forehead.
Sickle: My strength is not my own but that which the father allows. My wisdom is not my own but that which the father enlightens me to. My talent is only as great as my father allows it to be for he is the one who gave me this gift. My will power is not my own but that of the father. I am but a vessel for the great father and come Liberty anyone who stands in the way of the great mission shall FEEL HIS WRATH!
Suddenly the room begins to shake, the candles flicker out, and the room is dark. The camera itself becomes static. Finally the camera and the light attached to it returns to normal. Sickle is nowhere to be seen. The camera focuses in on the now open coffin.