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The scene opens in London just in front of a hospital. Just down the street as a newly built school of fairly moderate design. Just beyond the hospital is the busy helipad.
Helicopters tear through the wind as they land with their numerous passengers of distress. Ambulances scream through the day as they pull into the hospital lot. A figure remains in the shadows but the camera still can see his outline of clothing.
He is wearing a long black trench coat, a dark shirt of some kind, and a shiny black material of pants. He walks along kindly, and then gets just within talking distance of the camera
: Somewhere in this vicinity, once known as Buck’s Row, is where a nightmare began for the fair town of London. One of the most famous serial killers of all time began his killing spree within this area. He began that killing spree with a fair damsel named Mary Anne Nichols. Mary had spent many years moving around London’s workhouses. To her friends she was known as Polly
The Ripper killed her actually in a different area but this is the area that her body was found murdered, and dissected. It was actually nearer to where the current school is. The killer had for some reason wanted to take the genitals of this young ‘unfortunate’ as they called them back in those days. But his killing spree did not end there.
The scene reopens outside of a brewery. Above the brewery is a sign. The sign reads: Trumans. Down the row are a handful of shops, the majority of which are clothing shops of one kind or another. All the shop displays are very vivid in color.
A figure is scene standing in front of the brewery but he moves to a side alley near it and then begins to speak to the camera once more
: Here on Hanbury Street is where the Ripper’s second victim was found. She was pronounced dead on September 8th 1888. She was found probably in a side alley like this to make it less public. This fair beauty known as Annie Chapman was found split open like a ripe fruit. He had split her open, torn out her intestines and removed several organs. But the Ripper was not quite through yet.……The scene reopens outside of a brick building.
The figure stands there letting his jacket fray in the breeze, and then he begins again
: It was here that a Long Liz was found. She was found on September 30th 1888. This would be a night that the local law enforcement would never forget. First they found Liz’s body. The body was still warm, and the body was nowhere near as severed as the others. Rather than having parts of her missing it was only her throat that had been cut but that did not stop her from saying goodbye to this giant rock we call Earth. It was presumed that when they found her she had only been dead maybe twenty to thirty minutes. But the Ripper was not through with his killings this night. Apparently he had not finished Liz so he found another one
The scene reopens to a square.
The figure stands facing the square, only a couple of feet away from the sidewalk.
: Only forty-five minutes after the death of Liz another victim was found. This time it was Catherine Eddowes. She was found with her feet facing the square, and her clothes above her waist. Her throat was cut, her bowels were protruding, and her stomach was ripped open.The Ripper seemed to be very pleased with what he had done for there was not another murder for a little over a month.
The scene reopens outside of a large white building, with a store in a corner of it. The figure now seen clearly speaks yet again
: Here was the most gruesome of all the murders. A young prostitute by the name of Mary Jane Kelly was killed here. In this killing the Ripper seemed to lose all coolness about him. He cut her genitals; he cut up her face, cut parts of her chest off. The site was most gruesome, and the most disturbing off all these murders.
To this day it is still unknown who the actual killer was. There are many speculations but there seems to be no actual agreement on who terrorized the hard streets of downtown London and committed such hennas acts.
The scene reopens to a cemetery.
: Here buried are the innocent victims of Jack the Ripper. Here buried are some of the most gruesome deaths that history will ever know. Throughout history there has been monsters who have committed far more hennas acts than the mystery killer Jack the Ripper ever even dreamed of.
As of late I might as well be buried in one of these coffins, I might as well pick out my own plot. For the Nocturnals is dead. My dear friend Vlad has not responded, and that only leaves Seduction and myself. That is fine. Maybe it is because I have been trying to help these other people that I myself have fallen so often as of late. Maybe it is time for me to be on my own. Maybe it is time to look out for number one, and look out for no one else.
It is time I started my victim list, since I have been added to everyone else’s victim list. I do believe my first victim will be in my next match that is coming up. My next victim will be Yaron Mor
For one reason or another Yaron believes I cheated him at some Battle Royal? But yet he fails to say how I managed to cheat him. It is pretty convenient that I had cheated you rather than just coming out and saying that I beat you. Me I can list all the people that have just plain out beat me, and speaking of which good match Addiction. I put my all to it as did you and as it turns out on the night of Deadly Games your all was indeed more than mine.
Now back to Yaron Mor. Do you really think your size matters to me? You can do many a things to me but I will still keep coming. Now it appears that the both of us will have a very intense match at Razor for the both of us have had a losing streak and look to end that losing streak but only one of us will succeed, and I apologize in advance Yaron but I fear that this time it will be I who will end my losing streak. Do you honestly think that some training in the gym will help your fat ass?
Do you think that talking about how you will beat me senseless will win the match? Do you think in all your size, and in all your talk that through any of that you have managed to frighten me? If you though no then you are wrong, I am afraid. I am terrorfied. I mean really think about it. I am getting into the ring with a guy who is almost twice my size. But it is not the man who knows no fear that should worry you but the man who has fear in plenty and embraces it. You see a dog who does not know what it is to be afraid will not harm you because it is not afraid of you. But, a dog who has been abused and is afraid of men will tear a man apart if he gets close enough.
You see Yaron much like Jack I will tear you apart. I will give RPW something to fear. I will give RPW something to quiver about. When I walk into that ring at Razor I will not be thinking about any stable, for I have none. I will be thinking about my partner, for I have none. I will not be worried about my friends for I have none. I will be worried about number one. I will be fighting twice as hard for I will have no one who will come down to the ring to help me. There will be no one to pick me up after you manage to drop me and still I pull myself up and place you in the Grim Reaper, and drop you like a bad habit. Then I will force my arm up just enough to put over your limp body, and will listen for the one, two, three.
You see just like Jack the Ripper, I will RIP you apart. I will tear you limb from limb. I will rip the bowels out of you and show them to you! There will be no stopping me. For I have had a couple of victims but you will be the one that I lose control to. You will be the one taht will make people's body tremble as they watch on. I may be afraid but that fear will only strengthen me. That fear will feul my fire.
You may very well make me unconcious but not until after I have layed you out. You see in this world there are monsters of all kinds, and come Razor Yaron you will step into the ring with one of the most ferocious of all.
You see serial killers have a number one state of mind that makes them do what they do. Most serial killers do what they do because they feel like they are doing something special. To further clarify my statement. Most serial killers feel like they are making a contribution to society. They do not see it as murder but as a duty to the community. Now much like this my state of mind is going to be doing a duty, it will end the boring promotions of Yaron Mor.
I mean seriously first you bring soccer into your promotion and then to top that you do not even have a catchphrase. Go read a book or something you big calute. Make a catch phrase, hell say something more than your ass is mine, I will beat you down. I mean seriously if that is all you are going to say then you need to save the money and stop making promotions.
Now since I do not like going on and on I am going to end this by saying simply, Yaron Mor come Razor there will be no escape for you. Remember I am the shadow on the moon at night filling your dreams to the brim with fright
The scene fades out with Sickle just staring into the distance, sitting ontop of a grave
