The Gothic Icon The Reaper The Lucid Nightmare The bringer of damnation |
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The scene opens in the middle of the woods. The mood hangs high up in the sky with a red ring on the outside of it. In the darkness you can hear the creatures of the night singing.
The camera moves slightly to the left towards a trail as the sounds of leafs being crunched can be heard. A figure makes his way slowly down the trail
As the figure moves closer his appearance becomes more physical and less like a phantasm. He is wearing a black hooded robe made of sackcloth that appears to cover his whole body. He begins to walk closer towards the camera stops, turns to the right, walks a few paces and sits down in front of a tree. He keeps his head down as he begins to speak slowly and distinctly.
: Can you hear the sounds of the night? The screech of the owl. The song of the grasshopper. The movement in the trees as they blow in the wind. So few appreciate the darkness anymore. There are even less that respect the darkness but tons that fear it. The last feeling is a good start but should not be the only feeling. While darkness is a thing to be feared it should also be respected.
Much like darkness I too should be respected and I will be once all of you in WPW realize what I am capable of doing. I have brought down the greatest wrestlers there has been. I have brought down the strongest, and the fastest. I have faced many who claimed that I was nothing. They claimed that I did not have what it takes to bring them down but they soon learned otherwise. All of the one's that have stood before me have learned that I am a force to reckoned with regardless of who you are. But, I gave them a warning as I am now giving you
Do not fear my surroundings. Do not fear my clothing style. Do not fear the calmness in my voice. Fear my skills, and you will show true wisdom above all else. It is inevitable that I will not hold a title but the title. It is only a matter of time. As it is you will remember the name Sickle. I used to be one to ramble on and on but now I believe in getting straight to the point. This my first and only warning. Do not take me lightly. Underestimate me at your own risk. The moon hangs high up in the sky and behold the darkness around you. It is appreciated by few, it will make many fall, before it is over the darkness will be respected by all. Heed my call, I too will be respected by all and remembered like Saul.
Embrace the darkness or be engulfed by it
The scene fades out with those last chilling words.
