"That�s it drink your piss�..Ariel! Go on Ariel!" The larger kid shouts out.
The larger kid continues to push the little kid around until finally the little kid gets his head cracked on the urinal, and blood begins to flow down his face. The little kid zips up his pants, turns around and shoves the larger kid to the ground. He then mounts the larger kid, grabs his hair, and begins slamming his head onto the linoleum floor. Blood is flowing everywhere. Several students have gathered around, the sounds of kids screaming can be heard.
Out of nowhere two teachers come running into the boy�s room to grab Ariel. Ariel turns on one of them shoving her to the ground and making a chop to the side of her throat. Blood comes spewing out, and then her body goes limp. But Ariel is already back on top of the larger kid again slamming his head into the ground some more when several police officers rush him to the ground and handcuff him.
Ariel does not even try to resist. He just looks over at the larger boy with a grin as he lay there on his stomach being handcuffed. The larger boy�s body is going into shock. The bathroom floor is covered in blood. Several kids are trying to get into the bathroom to see their friend. Ariel is dragged back through the hallway by the police officers. He watches the faces of his peers.
Their faces are covered in tears, a few of them are still screaming, most of them are in shock. They just cannot believe little Ariel would ever do something like that. As they are taking Ariel out the front door the ambulance comes pulling up. Several men rush out of it holding a bag and quite a few pieces of equipment. One paramedic turns to the other.
�I hope he hasn�t lost too much blood�� The paramedic allows his voice to drift off as the two head inside to help the young lad.
Ariel laughs during this comment. The police officers seem highly concerned by that reaction as they drive off sirens blaring.
A shout comes from within a small hut in the middle of the woods surrounded by trees and a swamp. Inside a man that has become all too well known in the likes of U-H-W-F sits up in his bed, and wipes his head off.
Sickle pops up out of the bed wearing only a pair of white cloth pants, and heads to a back room. He rubs his eyes a little as he looks into a small mirror.
�Why in the hell would I dream about that after all these years?� Sickle asks the mirror as if something in it would answer.
He pulls a bible down off a nearby bookshelf and pulls his rosemary out of his pocket and begins to pray to himself. He then places his rosemary back inside of his pocket, and heads into the bathroom. Water begins running as Sickle takes a quick shower.
Several minutes later Sickle emerges from the bathroom wearing white boots, white pants, and a hooded robe. He then turns and heads towards a small desk. He pulls out a chair. He turns towards the camera.
�I saw your little promotion Chaotic Diablo. I heard your little proposition. I heard the words uttered from your lips. Now the question be do I make a deal with the devil so that I may later defeat the devil? Well the answer is yes!� Sickle says with emphasis.
Sickle writes something down on a piece of paper behind him before burning it. He then turns towards the camera again.
�You see while I despise everything about you Chaotic you did manage to make an argument that had some very intriguing points. We will remove the obstacles of Nolen and J-Dogg and then we will settle our little feud. So J-Dogg and Nolen you had better be careful come Valentine�s Day for there will be no love loss when you two are eliminated for dangerous is the combination of the devil�s hell hound and the white wolf.
You see you two may have a feud standing with each other already but you are getting between two men in the middle of a spiritual war that has spilled over into the physical realm. Getting in between that knowingly makes you two nothing more than collateral damage, and truly I weep for what we must do to you two but the sad fact of the matter is that this match leads to that which I have been trying to achieve since being here.
This match is for the H-C-W world heavyweight championship, and if I am able to succeed and pull out victorious I will have at long last reached the plateau on which I will be able to deliver my message of enlightenment. What makes you two so special that you think you can stand a chance in heaven or in hell?�Sickle questions as he pulls out a generic cigarette and lights it.
He smokes it calmly and carefully as if he is letting the question sink into the minds of the viewers and those that were questioned. Finally he puts out the cigarette in his hand without flinching. He then tosses the butt off to the side.
�Chaotic you are a jest to me. Compared to these other two you do rather stand out and could easily walk out the victor but to be so presumptuous to assume that I would even care what you would or would not do to your family is amusing. What your supposed lack of regret is supposed to be fearful?�Sickle asks as he snickers. �While lack of regret can easily be a great and powerful tool it is one that eventually catches up with you. One that I possess as well, you see though there is a catch to mine. While I do not feel regret in the moment of the action or even after the action I do feel it eventually. It just takes awhile for it to come around. Sometimes even years�..�Sickle pauses as he thinks back to his dream.
He shakes his head as if trying to free himself from the though.
�The sadly amusing thing is that no one in this match truly knows what I am capable of doing. No one in this match knows who I truly am. Nolen and J-Dogg are so wrapped up in the past and each other that they will probably only focus on each other and look over the likes of you and me, Chaotic. I will however be studying tapes of their matches, reading files of their background, learning their mindset and their in ring styles.
I will be training harder than I have ever trained, and come February thirteenth I will head to the hotel just down the street from the arena and I will rest and await the great night where I will rise to the top yet again. This time will be different though. For this time it will not be for me that I rise to the top, it will not be for the fans that I will raise to the top. This time I will raise to the top for the father which art in heaven and the divine mission that he has bestowed upon me. Mistake not the words that come from my mouth for come Valentine�s Day I will fulfill my mission and I will walk out victorious. I do not care how I get the victory. I will do WHATEVER it takes to come out victorious, and no not even Satan himself can stop me as I do my lord�s bidding and unleash the complete wolf within.
A nerd is no match for a wolf, a dog is no match for a wolf, and no not even the hound of hell has a chance against the White Wolf. Come Valentine's Day there will indeed be a massacre... a massacre of Nolen, J-Dogg, and last but definitely not least.... Chaotic Diablo! Get ready for Valentine's Day Massacre marks the beginning of the era of the White Wolf!�Sickle says as he turns around and begins writing again on paper, and then burning it.
He does this two times before he finally stops. As he stops the camera does a close up of the pieces of burned up paper.
The names are still slightly readable. They are: Nolen, J-Dogg, and Chaotic Diablo.
The scene fades to black with the camera remaining focused on the burned pieces of paper with the three competitors names on it.
