It is apparently a very well known Wiccan store in Los Angeles as there are tons of customers that are coming and going. A very familiar black van is sitting across the street.
Audio kicks on and voices can be heard, all of which are filtered.
voice 1: don�t see why we do not go ahead and do it�.
A second voice interrupts while the camera is still focused in on the store.
Voice 2: Because we only want the shepherd not the sheep�.
The first voice makes a confused sound as the first voice continues.
Voice 1: Look just fucking drop it! They close this place once the sun goes down anyways. All we got to do is wait till sunset and we can do it....
The sun along with the stars is nowhere to be seen. The moon is full and hanging high in the sky. There are only a few lights to be seen in the Wiccan store across the street. Suddenly the men from the black van all jump out in a very prestigious manner. They head in true military fashion towards the building and start hooking up plastic explosives around the building. The men then go inside with duct tape and rope in hand. They knock down the door in a quick manner. They then duct tape the woman, and tie her down to a nearby chair. They laugh as the masked robed man in white comes towards her. His voice is muffled due to an obvious voice alter over his mouth.
White robed man: You may be a Wiccan priestess but you are still a tool of the devil. You are still a wolf threatening to destroy the flock by promising that you will have all these great powers. You and your satanic brethren will fall before the might army of the father which art in heaven. Something has begun that no one can stop. A war has been started, and we will come out victorious. I know you want to open Wiccan temples across the country and I am here to tell you that we will burn down each one of them.
The white robed man pulls out a serrated knife and puts it to the throat of the woman and laughs. He then begins to speak again while holding the knife to her throat.
White robed man: I could slit your throat right now and no one would even care but I will not do that. Do you know why?
Tears are now falling down the face of the woman. The white robed man laughs almost deviously as he continues with his rant.
White robed man: I am not going to kill you because I want you to let your kind �.
The robed man says kind with disgust in his voice.
White robed man: � know that we are here. We will no longer stand by idly as your kind perverts our youth with your falsehoods. We have declared war, and this is only one battle in a set of many. Time for lights out��.
The white robed man then moves the knife and one of the other men knocks the woman in the head with a lead pipe. They then drag the woman outside the building. After dragging her outside to the middle of the street they carve a cross into her forehead, and throw a card upon her face. They then get into the black van, and as they are driving off the building explodes.
A news van is parked on the side of the road, and an ambulance is in the middle of the road along with a fire truck. The fire from the building is still blazing. The emergency medical team is carrying the priestess off on a stretcher.
The camera comes to a front view of the local news reporter.
News reporter: The details of what has happened here are still somewhat sketchy but we do know that the victim is a key player in the Wiccan movement against the government in regards to the Witch trials. It is said the money was going to be used to open Wiccan temples across the nation. Although the details are still unknown we do also know that a card with nothing more than a white wolf on it was found on her body along with a cross carved on her forehead. Here comes the local police chief�. Let�s see if we can get a word from him�.
The reporter heads towards the police chief.
News reporter: Is this another victim of the U.S. Christian militant group, White Wolf?
The police chief turns towards the reporter with a scowl on his face.
Police chief: At this time we can not confirm or deny. We will keep you updated as we further investigate these incidents.
The police chief then motions for the local deputies to move the reporter.
The masked man in the white robe comes into the cave, grabs the rosemary, and kneels down before the cross. He begins praying quietly on the rosemary. He then stops praying, stands up, heads towards the painting of the templar knights without turning around. He acts like he is going to start talking but he stops and grabs something from under his mask, and places it in his robe. He then begins speaking and it is clear that he is Sickle.
Sickle: I stand before a painting obviously. Not just a painting though but a painting of the knights templar. A group of men whose name was tarnished by the very people that started them in the first place. But also a group of men that stood up for Christianity when no one else would, a group of men who stood up for Israel when no one else would. They did not let anyone stand in their way just like I WILL NOT FORGET ABOUT CHAOTIC DIABLO! I also will NOT forget about NOLEN! Both of you bitches will pay, and pay dearly. This is a war and Nolen you have just made a huge mistake. Because you are either with us or you are against us.
Sickle takes in a deep breathe, and then turns around to face the camera with his mask still on.
Sickle: I hear I am to face some one named Alexander Moore. I know of you Alexander. Yes I have heard your name in H-C-W before. I know you are a man of many talents. I know of your impressive arsenal that you unleash inside the ring. I know that you are a rising star here in H-C-W but sadly your rise will come to a screeching halt. You see Alexander while you are a very talented rookie. Hell I would even go so far as to say that you will eventually be the H-C-W champion but as of right now you are but a lamb thrown to the slaughter, and I shall be the one to do the slaughtering. You see I am no fool. I know that I must redirect my focus from Chaotic Diablo and Nolen to you, and that is exactly what I will do. You are fixing to become a prime target for the Ascent�. Perhaps�.
Sickle chuckles a little before continuing.
Sickle: �. Then again you could fall before one of my other moves. Just like you I have a large and extensive arsenal of moves but unlike you I have previous in ring experience more than a match here or there. I know about capitalizing on mistakes. I have held world title after world title. You see Alexander I will study you in and out. I will watch your match over and over again just to learn your style. I will train harder than I ever have before for you will be an example to Chaotic Diablo and Nolen. I will send them a message through your limp and tattered body. You will know what it means to bleed as I crack your head open. You will know what it means to feel pain after I put you in move after move after move stopping long enough to make sure that you do not tap out. I will tear ligament after ligament and muscle after muscle. I am the white wolf sent by the great shepherd which art in heaven and come Blood Bath you will learn not to mess with the white wolf. You see Alexander in order to send this message to Chaotic Diablo and Nolen I must become more ruthless than I have ever been.
Sickle bows his head down as if in shame. He allows two tears to flow from his eyes. He then wipes them away and continues in a solemn voice.
Sickle: A great tragedy shall befall you at Bloodbath, and until that faithful night I will weep for you but upon that night the tears shall cease to flow and I will allow my heart to become cold like ice so that I may dismember you to send the before mentioned message to Chaotic Diablo and Nolen.
Sickle pauses a moment and then raises his finger as if he has discovered something. He allows his finger to go down as he continues.
Sickle: Perhaps I am going about this the wrong way though Alexander. You have no real advantages going into this match Alex. I am far more experienced. I have a hundred pounds on you which means two of your finishers are almost completely out the window. It also means that I can toss you around like a rag doll. Then you throw in the fact that I am trained and very good at executing a number of style and are not limited to any particular style and you are fucked. I am willing to be ruthless which means I am not restrained to quote unquote clean fighting.
Sickle turns back towards the cross and becomes real quiet. He then turns back around with a matter of fact look in his eyes.
Sickle: As you lie there on the mat on your back with the ref raising my hand in triumph take comfort in knowing that your pain and blood loss will contribute to the greater good�..sleep well�. Alexander.
Sickle then shoves the camera backwards causing it to fall over. The camera moves to an upright position and heads out of the cave with great speed.
