A solitary figure in a white robe is sitting outside the bonfire on a wooden log. It is beyond apparent that the figure is none other than U-H-W-F's own Sickle. He begins to speak but his voice is distant, and his eyes are narrow as if he is peering into some unseen haze of time and space.
Sickle: Bishop, my young friend you speak about T-I-W like it was this great and miracalous place but in truth I barely remember the place. Now it could very well be true that you have some talent but are you really so demented in the mind? I mean do you really and truly believe that I think you are amazing?
Sickle lowers his head, moves it back and forth disapprovingly with a slight smirk. Sickle then stands up and pulls back the sleeve on his robe. He then walks over to the fire and places his arm in teh fire. He loos dead into the camera with a spine tingling grin. Finally after a few minutes Sickle pulls his arm out of the fire, pulls his sleeve down, and sits back down on the log. He chuckles a little before speaking again.
Sickle: You see Bishop all things are possible when you are a follower of the messiah. You want to talk about playing with fire? Do you think I am afraid of being burned? You see Bishop as I told you before you may be appear as a fire consuming and destroying everything in your path but that allusion my friend will no longer be used after the Blood Zone for soon your fire shall be doused out. For you see if you are a fire then I am the storm.
Suddenly as if on cue lightning can be seen in the night sky as it lights up the clouds above. It is followed shortly as if in reply by an echoing thunder that shakes the tree's themselves, and almost as if it is some kind of dominoe effect rain begins to pour down. The down pour of rain is so great that it douses out the bonfire within a matter of seconds. Sickle continues to speak while still sitting on the log as if nothing is happening.
Sickle: I am not the same man you knew in T-I-W. I in truth am no longer a man but a vessel for the father and through this vessel the father will will be able to enlighten thousands across the globe. You see a few months ago I was put in a coma by some individuals who felt the need to take vengeance into their own hands after a humiliating loss to Scott Stonewall and myself for the tag team titles. During my coma I died and upon my death I was given a mission to enlighten the world. I was told to continue in my current profession as it would be the perfect way in which to reach the greatest number of people with the message of enlightenment.
Sickle stops for a moment as if he is trying to hear something but he quickly shakes it off. He then stands up again and begins to walk around the ashy remains of the bonfire looking from time to time at the woods as if he is expecting someone.
Sickle: Now you can come out and do promotion after promotion with the whole tougher than thou thing that seems to be your general style but no one and nothing is going ot stop me from fulfilling my mission. Now you want to talk about hexes and shit like my picture was some kind of curse? The picture was a symbolic message that obviously went over your head. The message was that the same fire that burns inside of you that you have used to win match after match shall be the very one that brings you down. What do I mean? While you allow the fire to consume you the calmness that I currently know from teh father will remain steady and as any true fighter knows the calm and collected fighter will always prevail over the beserker for the beserker has no control over what he does.
Sickle stops for a moment and laughs. He then turns to the camera with a look of mystery and secrecy in his eyes before he turns away again and continues his pacing while he speaks.
Sickle: You know I have to admit your little promotion was mildly entertaining. The most humorous part was when you were talking about me being jealous of you. But in truth I doubt even you believe that.
Sickle stops, sighs, and shakes his head in amusement before continuing.
Sickle: You want to come out and talk about trick or treat factories and hexes and spells? I knew you were not bright but I did not realize that you were a complete and total fucking moron. I told you before I am a follower of the messiah. Now while I am not a sheep I am still devoted. I am a wolf sent by the shepherd to protect the flock and to enlighten other wolves. The way I see it you are but a black sheep amongst the flock. My job is not to enlighten you. For you see taht job belongs to pastors and people of that nature. My focus is on the overall objective and if a few black sheep should get injured along the way then so be it! If my the cost of achieving my mission is the loss of my own salvation then so be it!
Sickle sits down where the fire once burned with its brilliantly radiant light. The rain finally stops and Sickle stands up yet again. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes from inside his robe. He quickly takes out a lighter and lights the cigarette before returning both the pack and the lighter to his robe pockets. He then begins to gather up some wood and tosses it onto the pile of ash that is the remainder of the bonfire. He then reaches into his robe and pulls out some paper. He takes the cigarette and lights the paper with the cigarette before tossing both the cigarette and the paper onto the pile of wood. The paper burns quickly with great enthusiasm but ends just as quickly upon reaching the wood for the moisture has not yet left the wood. Sickle chuckles at this paradox and then turns back to the camera with a smirk still on his face as he speaks.
Sickle: You see once the storm has come the fire cannot rise gain until the rain has dryed. But enough of the analogies I think it is time to start getting to the cut and dry of things don't you? I have one last thing I will comment on about your little promotion before I wrap up this seemingly long winded promotion of mine.
Sickle stops for a moment as if he is thinking although it is apparent that he is only pretending. Finally he turns back around as if he has suddenly remembered something and he begins yet again.
Sickle: You talk about how this is the wrestling business and then you talk about being the enforcer for a group called the G-W-L? This is wrestling man not some damn nineties gang movie. You are not a gang member or a soldier of some kind so for the love of all that is holy shove something in the hole under your nose because quite frankly I, and I am pretty sure most of the rest of the U-H-W-F locker room is tired of hearing about it. Now I may have associated with one faction or another in one way or another but I was either the leader or the outcast. I was never the bitch of the group. But that's right you prefer enforcer....
Sickle sneers with the last comment as he sits down on the log with his head hidden once more by his hood and allows his statement to remain unfinished. Suddenly and without warning the clouds part and the light of the moon spreads throughout the woods. Sickle begins to speak again without looking up.
Sickle: I think I have spoken enough so I will end this promotion by breaking down all this wonderfully colorful analogies. Come Blood Zone I will come out victorious. I do not care who your friends are Bishop. I do not care if you are someone's bitch boy. I do not care if you are some kind of enforcer. I could as you say give a rat's ass what you ahve done in the past. This is NOT T-I-W this is the U-H-W-F. However, do not get me twisted I have a great deal of respect for you but this is not about me or you or who respects or don't respect who. This is about my mission, the mission of our father who art in heaven. His will shall be done! My dedication to my cause cannot be parallelled. My drive is that of the father. You can beat me within an inch of my life and I will use that inch to still come out victorious. The overall point being nothing and I mean nothing is going to stop me from becoming victorious for all your talk you have not wisdom. I have been in the wrestling business more years than you would probably think. I am a seasoned veteran boy, and while I am sure you can talk about youth over age it has nothing to do with that for the mother of all knowledge is experience, and it is through my greater experience that you shall be defeated. It is through my careful tactics of patience that you shall be defeated for my victories come not through power moves or submission holds but through the mistakes of others and while I have seen you wrestle recently you have not seen me wrestle since T-I-W so you have not a clue what I have picked up since then. You know nothing of me, and through the implications in your words of your last promotion you look down upon me and basically underestimate me and it is through that overconfidence and complete and blind arrogance that you shall fall. For you see I fight to enlighten those that live in sin and I will laugh as I watch your dreams come to an end.
Right as Sickle stops a figure can be vaguely seen in the shadows of the woods. Sickle stands up quickly with a look of rage on his face. The figure begins to speak in a muffled but angry voice.
mysterious figure: Before you even try those oh so played out formalities with me allow me to introduce myself formally. You may call me Monev. It is not my true name but that you shall know in time. You speak of enlightenment all you want but I will make you pay for what you did Sickle. I know you do not know what I speak of but you will soon. I am going to make your life a living hell Sickle...... a living hell.....