At what seems like the end of the sea lies the island, barely visible due to the fog bank. In the center of the island a castle stands tall, proud, and arrogant. The whole medium of the island makes it seem sullen and dark.

The castle itself seems to be from the gothic period in architecture. At the front of the castle is a gate with one demon looking gargoyle on either side, atop a large rectangular shaped cube of smooth texture and dark color. Just beyond the gate is a stone pavement road leading to the castle. Beside the road is magnificent plant life. They all, even the grass, seems too bright for such a disturbed looking castle. At the end of the road is the only known entrance to the castle, two solid oak doors. There is one knocker for each door, both are gargoyle heads.

The camera switches to inside the castle. There are four pillars on each side. Hanging out of each pillar is a mounted lit torch. The ceiling is far too high for the human eye to see the extent of it. A blood red carpet extends throughout the hallway and up the stairs. The flight of stairs the carpet extends to have but only four or five steps and then there is a landing preceding it. On either side of the landing is a larger flight of stairs. At the end of these stairs is what seems like an endless succession of hallways.

The camera goes up the left set of stairs.

The scene fades out

The scene reopens inside of a room. There are bookcases lining almost every wall. They are so large and numerous they seem to be the walls. The only wall that has no bookcases is at the far end of the room. At this end of the room sits a large throne. The thrown itself has a black cloth material over it and has a human skull at the end of each arm. The only light in the room is a couple of candles on a glass in-table in the center of the room.

The man in the throne has long, dark hair with a narrow and very young looking face. He has an elegant black robe tied at the neck covering a white ruffled poet shirt, which is neatly tucked into a pair of black Paris cloth pants.

The man on the throne looks directly at the camera and begins to speak

: Experience is the mother of knowledge.

Sickle walks over the glass in-table, sits down, lights a cigarette, take a hit, and then continues to talk

: One who is experienced in a certain trade or craft is likely to know more about the craft or trade and able to do it with a better efficiency. Now as far as experience goes I have several years experience in this business and would be able to do a lot more things as well as some of the same things with a much better efficiency, and effectiveness.

Sickle takes another drag on the cigarette.

: Now there is another phrase similar to this past one that says ‘ An old ass knows more than a young cult’. Now this not only says to me what I mentioned earlier but also that even though an ass and a cult are not the same if the cult has no experience or little in comparison it makes no never mind that they are not the same. The ass would still have more knowledge and knowledge is indeed power.

Sickle takes another hit of the cigarette and then puts it out in a skull ashtray. Then Sickle looks calmly at the camera

: Now at the chance of sounding repetitive there is yet another saying or quote I want to use in reference, ‘ The work proves the craftsman’. In my time in this craft or trade I have held six world titles, ten intercontinental titles, one tag title, four hardcore titles, five television titles, and three stable titles. I have proven myself to be very much a top dog in this business. I have proven that I am one of the best in this game. Do not get me wrong; I am not saying that I have never been beaten, but as far as here in EFW I HAVE never been beaten. My ongoing collection of titles will to some seem ongoing and never ending by the time I am through. Most of my opponents have been lacking in any true talent. My job is to be entertaining and I will do that while still reaching my goals for gold.

Sickle looks intently at the camera.

: Getting in the ring with me is very dangerous. Whether you win or lose you will feel the pain! No matter WHO is in the ring with me my reign of conquering bodies will continue. Now I do continuously seem to have quite the resentment for those who would assume that I am yet another quote unquote, dark guy! I am not just another Goth, I am THE Goth! If you are inclined to speak in such a manner I must forewarn you that I will become highly aggressive.

Sickle’s intent look eases up a little and he continues to speak

: Contrary to what my outward appearance may be to you. I do not lie around while my opponent is training but neither do I spend the entire time working on just my body. For it is the fool who thinks his muscles alone can win the match. For it also takes cunning and wit to win a match. Both of which are more than my specialty.

Sickle walks back to the throne, with the ashtray, sits down, kind of gets a disturbed and violent expression to his young face and talks directly into the camera.

: For what I will bring to the match will most definitely not be moderation. Rather than bringing an avoidance of extreme and restricted violence I will bring extreme violence. I will bring my favorite past times, pain and suffering!

Sickle calms back down again and speaks to the camera from a distance.

: Thou may say that I am merely jesting myself but alas! Thoust art the one whom is jested if thou believe thoust can best me so easily especially whilst thou is toiling over thy maiden. I too know better than to be arrogant and over confidant. Whilst I am confident of my extraordinary talent I am not foolish enough to think I will merely walk into a victory. I know slash hope that my victory shall be won with blood, and pain. For I do not want an easy victory but alas I wish to make an example out of each individual who would be foolish enough to enter the ring with me. Example for what you say?

Sickle’s face twist into an evil grin.

: An example of what would or is going to happen to any man, beast, or entity that would put itself so willingly in my destructive path to gold! I have and will continue to consider anyone who gets in the ring with me an obstacle, and I do not go through obstacles nor do I go around them but rather I DESTROY them! To me when an individual gets in the ring it is more than just combat it is WAR! I WILL use whatever means necessary to get the victory. I will win this match and I will remain the EFW Heavyweight Champion! How will I remain the champion you say? Everyone has a weakness....

Sickle’s face switches to a matter of fact look

: Your current weakness Hawk is Racheal and Bruce because the whole time that we are fighting you will not be thinking of gold but rather you will be thinking of her. You will be thinking of how you can get her back. You will be thinking of what Bruce is doing to her while you are trying to get the title. Yes you almost have the skill to beat me but not in your current mental conditioning. I have Bruce to thank for that. Basically put Hawk your choice is simple come Shockwave you can either lose and have something else go wrong in your life or you can join me, become my prodigy, and I will teach you how to achieve everything you ever dreamed of, plus we will get Racheal back.

Now back to my being THE Goth. Thou probably ask do I think and or do I claim I am Satan, Lucifer, the Devil? No I do not! For granted Lucifer is evil, he is not more evil than most men. The only true difference is that he admits he is evil. Now a lot of horribly horrendous things happen in this world and a good deal of them are attributed to Lucifer. But, most of the time it is really just the evil of man. Now if man is instinctively evil and violent and willingly bottles it up he seems small in comparison to Lucifer. But imagine what a man would do if he knew that and embraced it ie me! Now also imagine if that man basically lived off of the pain and suffering of others AND himself! Now after all the horrible things man has done in history WITHOUT admitting this simple facts to themselves imagine what a man who has admitted these simple facts to oneself can do. Now also understand that the true root of all evil is not greed but rather it is motive. A motive drove Lucifer to turn on God. Motives cause people to kill, steal, cheat, lie, and every other thing imaginable. Now I have only one motive, to keep the gold out of the hands of others, and I have no reason to hold anything back. Now if man is instinctively more evil than Lucifer and I am a man that has accepted and embraced that fact and motive is the root of all evil then and I have a motive would I not be considered the most evil thing to walk this face of this planet? You decide!

Sickle’s face becomes dark and the candle lights start to go out one by one

: To action little, less to words inclined. Embrace the darkness or be engulfed by it for I AM the shadow on the moon at night filling your dreams to the brim with fright!

Sickle laughs hysterically somewhere in the dark, and cold room. But Sickle's voice is not the only in the room. Another is heard. Another, manical laughter is heard. A laughter known as coming from one of the most darkest men ever to walk the Earth.

Eric Draven's Voice: Sleep, Ariel. Sleep.

Sickle falls sound asleep in the chair, as the dark figure of Eric Draven walks to Sickle, barely into the light. He places his hand on Sickle's face, pressing his fingers on Sickle's eyes.

Eric Draven's Voice: Now, dream of what even you shall fear.

Within seconds, Sickle falls into REM sleep. He awakens, but only in his dreams. To an old house, somewhere in New York. The house was somewhat decent. Enough for a Middle Class family. The only differance, was the silence.

: What in the hell is going on? How did I get here?

Sickle begins to walk around

: And for that matter where is everybody?

A figure walks behind Sickle, jumping from Shadow to Shadow, and remaining unseen. Sickle continues to look around, until he stops at his old room and sits on the bed. Again, the figure passes from Shadow to Shadow, remaining unseen.

Eric Draven's Voice: What frightens you, Sickle?

Sickle looks into the darkness

: The fact that I never felt anything for my parents. I never felt love, nor understanding nor sympothy.

Eric Draven's Voice: You fear not being loved. Neglected.

Sickle's head droops down as he replies. As if he was in a game of chess.

:  I only knew one love, and I met her in the underground, her name was Moira.  She has vanished since we remet in the void.  Pandora was too young for us to grow really close together, I was thrown in the institution before she could cry out in protest

Eric Draven's Voice: And now, Moira is gone. You remain once again alone. Do you not?

: I that I do

Sickle grows agravated and yells into the darkness.

: What is the point?

Sickle pulls at his hair.

: What do you want?

Eric Draven's Voice: What if I was to tell you, that you were not alone?

Sickle looks into the blackness and replies almost in exhaustion

: What do you mean?

Eric Draven steps from the shadows, revealing his identity.

Eric Draven: Your real family awaits, Ariel.

As Draven spoke the last word, Sickle awoke from his dream. Eyes open, with sweat on his forhead. The scene fades, as Sickle blinks.