The scene opens outside of a cemetary.
The camera follows a figure as he walks towards the gates of the cemetary.
The figure is wearing a black hooded robe made of sackcloth. He continually walks towards the ever leering gates, with the two gargoyles staring down at him.
He walks through the eerie gates into the cemetary itself as if walking into the pits of hell. The fog ever lingering about the cemetary like a warm blanket over its new found family. The figure continues to walk through the ever quiet cemetary. He walks past the graves as he begins to speak
: As I walk into the depths of this cemetary long forgotten by time and mankind alike I am reminded of something. I am reminded of how death shows no favoritism. I am reminded of how death will take you regardless of age,race,religious belief, or social status. It shows no pity, it holds no remorse, it comes upon its victims with no warning and brings them down out of this life and into the next.
Sickle raises his hand openly, and then clinches into a fist to emphasize his point.
: It rarely allows its victims so much as a warning. Just look upon these tombstones...
The camera focuses in on one such saying that reads:
Here lies the body of Anna White
May she find the eternal light
1976-1988
The camera comes back out of zoom, and refocuses on Sickle.
: Poor little Anna is but one of many who had to face her end. Soon you too will face your end, Showtime. You see three people have managed to narrowly escape my grasp but much like death I will keep reaching until I am able to find a victim. Soon you will share the same fate as those around me. Soon your life will come to an end. Your wrestling life will begin a whole new chapter. The book is entitled Showtime. The chapter will be entitled the death of a dream. Your dream of making it big here in AWF will be crushed as you are wiped beneath the rug that is the history of my triumph.
Sickle stops at a mauselem, and sits down upon the steps of it.
: Showtime, think of me as a disciple of death, and I am a very good student. I have learned from death to never show pity, remorse, prejudice, or mercy. I have learned to stay focused on your target victim until they are within your grasp. I have learned a great many things but, soon it will be you who will learn. You will learn that entering the ring with me was the worst mistake of your entire career.
Soon you will learn that like those that lay in the mausoleum behind me you too will meet your fate. The fate of tragedy, the tragedy of a great defeat to an opponent well beyond your league. You are known as showtime well I find that rather amusing actually because come Massacre it will be showtime, and what show is complete without death? The disciple of death, the apprentice of fear, the bringer of damnation will be waiting for the show to begin. Waiting eagerly in the ring. Waiting like death awaits its next victim. I will be ever watching you like a predator watches its prey.
That is what you are you see. You are my prey. I will feast upon you and I will eat your career alive, and raw. I will swallow your blood into myself and jumpstart my career here in the AWF off of the humiliating defeat that you shall experience come Massacre. I will crush your bones to pave the way for my path to glory.Soon there will be weeping, and screaming as you realize what foolish path you have embarked upon.
This match will not just be a defeat and a humiliation but a domination. I will not just show that I am better skilled but just plain out superior in ever aspect of the word. I will dominate this match in such a way that you will hardly be able to get off but maybe a few moves at the most. The timer will begin, and before the alloted time is up the match will be over. You will be laying on the mat as I stand over you in triumph wondering in your mind what the hell just happened. Constantly having to convince yourself that the events that just occured were real.
You can call me a con if you like. You can call me a poser if you please, but deep in the darkness you kneel down on your knees, you kneel down and pray that I am not what you know deep down I am. You lay awake in your bed wondering, and doubting yourself. Doubting whether or not the statements that you want to make are actually true. Many a man has called a fake but they soon realized their mistake. Think what you will, as I stand over you with my arm raised high, and you feel the dark embrace you will know I am REAL!
The scene fades out as Sickle vanishes right in front of the camera, leaving not so much as a strand of hair.
