The scene opens somewhere in Alabama. The fullfy clouds of childhood dreasm float admist a baby blue sky only slightly broken by the shining sunlight.
The camera zooms down to a lusciouls field of gorgeous green grass that seems to entomb the entire ground. A small and almost forgotten highways stands proud beyond the wooden cow fence that stands as mans feeble attempt to control the summer blanket of Mother Earth
Much like the grass the highway seems to extend endlessly even in its forgotten state by the very creatures that created it. Its lonely prescence is almost saddening. On either side of the beginning of the point of the highway is a small manufacturing factory. The manufacturing factory much like the highway also appears to have been forgotten.
On the right side of the highway is a couple of the tall building for corn and other manufacturing equipment. Just behind the corn building and the two garages for tractors is the before mentioned grass. On the left side of the highway is a large factory building used to ship the stuff out. All together, lonely, abandoned and plain out forgotten the steel structures and long buildings of the manufacturing factory stand tall and proud.
Almost directly across from where the highway begins ironically enough is a junkyard. Just in front of the junkyard is a steel gate. Connected to the gate is a wire fence that stretches a good seven hundred feet and extends around the junkyard. In several well-placed spots is sturdy wood posts with small portions of the wire fence wrapped around them. The posts seem to serve their purpose with a sense of pride. Just beyond the fence and gate, and posts is cars of every year, model, size, and color with pieces missing here and there. There are so many cars, and car parts they almost seem to litter the ground. In front of the gate is a small gravel driveway ending just short of an office slash ranch style house. On the left side of the end of the gravel driveway is a new white Jeep Cherokee shining bright like a new star in the midst of its fallen companions.
The office house has but three concrete steps leading up to the small porch. On either side of the minituare set of stairs are rails. The rails appear to have just been polished. Beyond the rails and stairs is the prementioned porch.
The porch appears to be homemade. The wooden boards are sanded down almost to a tee, and cut amazingly symetric. The boards holding the extended roof together also are cut amazingly well to fit.
The camear does a quick back up to the opening scenery, and then slowly does a zoom-in as the mysterious music of a Harley Davidson is heard through the entire area, and shakes the proud steel of the manufacturing factory.
A black and silver Harley can now be seen flying down the road with a dark figure guiding it. The Harley abrubtly stops right where the abandoned highway begins. The figure now seen clearly as Sickle gets off the Harley after parking off to the right side of the road, kicks the kickstand out, and then slowly looks around.
: You know they always say there is a point where you reach a crossroads in life and this pay per view will definetely be that for me. I will fight the rookie, an opponent from the past and a friend. So I will go down the line of what I intend on doing and what I have to say about each individual that is either directly or indirectly involved
First I have to say this. Lee no matter what I have to do your ass is going. I have had about all I can take of you, you little piece of shit. Draven might have saved your ass at Shockwave but he wont always be there
The next person that has to be addressed is Jaguar. Jag, I hold a high regard for you and as long as you stay out of my way you wont get hurt. Interfere in any way and I will HOSPITALIZE your ass!
Joey I proved I do just like I say I will at Shockwave, and you will have to face me again next week, and just like at Shockwave there will be NO mercy. You will fall short of the glory, and I will once more get the one, two, three. I can go on addressing you and how I will tear you apart but bottomline is pictures speak a thousand words and over a million people saw what happened to you at Shockwave. So I will let my actions from Shockwave speak for me of what will happen to you at SolarFlare
Draven you may be a wrestling legend but I am a wrestling God. You see Draven legends are made while Gods are born. Legends have to prove themself constantly while Gods are known the moment they walk. You may have skills Draven but that can be learned. I on the other hand have an old-fashioned talent. You may have taught me a couple of martial arts techiniques, a few mat skills and a lot of mike skill but I was nowhere near helpless. While you may have been one of my teachers you were not the only one. I was taught first by some guys in the gothic underground. I also learned from other greats like Romeo Valentine, Load, Big Red, and even quarky Savyor had a couple of things to teach. Ok, all he had was mike skill but I still watched and learned. Ever since IFW I have been your backbone, your walker but come SolarFlare your backbone will be broken, your walker will be taken so prepare to fall Draven.
You know what really makes a legend Draven? A legend is never really a legend until it is a thing of the past and I must say you are indeed a legend. You held thirty World TItles and I am sure that NOBODY will EVEr forget Eric Draven. But while Joey could be the future and you Draven are the past I am very much the PRESENT, the NOW. Face the facts Draven. The list is burnt out, and much like the list you too will go up in smokes at SolarFlare.
Do you really think that changing your clothes a little, switching your music up, and becoming the self-proclaimed nephalium will help you win one last title? Draven beware because you don't have a prayer. You can do fifty promo's from some hidden lair, BUT this title after SolarFlare I will STILL wear. Enter the ring if you dare. Don't take this personal. I hope after this we are still cool but if you think after all this time you can beat me then you are an old fool. Lets see if this challenge you will catch. You, Joey, and me......Demonic Spiral Match! In case in your old age you forgot I will remind you.
A Demonic Spiral Match consists of three cages, with a set of stairs to each one. Each level has harsher weapons than the one before it. There is only two ways to win this match. The first way to win the match is to climb out and the second one is pinfall. BUT...the pinfall is only counted in the bottom cage. If by some miracle more than one man makes it outside the cage both or all are sent back in and it will become a last man standing match. The question is Draven AND Joey do you two have the guts?
Do you think in your old age you can handle it Draven? Does the legendary Draven have what it takes to wrestle in one of the PRESENT, the NOW's specialty matches?
There is something else about this whole thing I find amusing Draven. You CLAIM you let Dagger win his debute night BUT you have of yet to face him since then. Now if you cannot beat Dagger and I can what in the HELL makes you think you can beat me? Matter of fact since the beginning of my wrestling career you have only fought me once and let me tell you this won't be a thumbwrestling match. There will be sweat, there will be blood, there is a lot of things that will be in this match but make no mistake there will be NO mercy!
Draven you may be a Nephilium, a child of fallen angels and lustful women but I am the harvester for the Grim Reaper so listen carefully at some point in the match at Solar Flare you will meet the Grim Reaper. Whether you be a child of an angel who couldn't have fallen deeper, a housekeeper, or a street sweeper you will meet the Grim Reaper. Before SolarFlare you had better get ready for a hot soak for I'll put you through the Dark Demise and the Crimson Cloak
I dont care if your name is Eric Draven the nephilium or Joey Sanders, the future of true hardcore in your blood I will make you sit. With a fist or a chair I don't care if I have to beat you with a plastic fin I will win. Your time is over with the spotlight. There will be no more pormotions terrorizing cats in allies at night. You see Draven its over because I am the new fright. You can come back with several quipsto make yourself look good but you know I'm right. Regardless of how many cemetaries you visit I will win the fight. No matter what your fortune tell might see I will get the one, two, three. The winner of this match will be me. How far do I have to go before you see?
For me this match is more than just a chance to keep my title, more than just a shot to shut up Jaguar and his cousin. This match is more than another shot to prove a smart talking rookie wrong. This match is also to end the snide remarks once and for all. No longer will I be called the left nut, the pupil, the shadow. My self-seeking will be complete. I have risen to teh top of federation after federation and there has always been some comment about Draven but at SolarFlare that will end. The credidation will finally be given to me and me alone. I don't care how many people get put in the ring thanks to Lee I WILL get the victory because Draven your ass is history! You are much like the cars in the junkyard. Put together right you can keep going even though it might be hard but as far as this match is concerned I simply hold the higher card.
The scene fades out with Sickle staring into the camera with a burnt crow carcass in one hand, and an ace of spades in the other
