The scene opens to a darkened night. The moon hangs high above the sky. It shines on a seemingly dead world. A world of darkened hearts who all pretend to care for others when in all actuality none of them really do.
The camera zooms out to show a large building on a cliff. The building has large doors in the front, all the windows have bars on them, and their is a torn down barbedwire fence, large iron gates with two gargoyle's normally seen on gothic architechture or occasionally on skyscrapers in New York City, one on either side, sit on the doors.
A shadowy figure stands in the far off. His coat flowing behind him almost like a cape. He walks ever so slowly towards the buildings that was his nightmare for what seemed like an eternity. The building that was so much like a prison because it once WAS a prison. The prison could not afford to remain so the government decided to see if it maintain a better budget as a mental institution.
The shadowy figure slowly walks up to the gates, and slighly shoves them aside almost like he is in a trance. He ever so slowly walks almost floating to the front doors of the building
*Funny, I remember the doors somewhat bigger, then again things do seem a lot bigger when you are a preteen. Oh the terror that is the life I lived in there. My parents have paid the price for sending me there though. I made sure of that. You know it was almost worth waiting all those years to hear there screams as the building came in on them, as the fire raged onward. Oh the beauty of watching their eyes as their soul left their body. Pandora thankfully knew of none of it. I made sure of that too. I made them pay for what they did to her TOO! No one will ever hurt her again.*
He went inside the large doors, and slowly went down the long hallway looking at the barred rooms that once held so many people that he knew. Across the walls are blood stains, in some areas there are graphic writings aboout what others had considered enthralling. Finally he reaches the place that he once laid. The place that was at one time his entire world. He looked went through the hallways, turning right, turning left. Slowly the past coming back to him. Fague figures started to show here and there.
Figures beating down a poor little preteen. Full grown adults having there way with this preteen. Then a clip of the preteen going off and killing all of them one by one. Using an ever so small piece of wire. Then a clip of that same preteen being thrown into a secluded cell.
The figure went up a large set of stairs until he reached one room. He went inside and sat down on the bed, he kind of looked around at the room.
: To think that we live in a world of people who claim love but in their hearts they hate. They hate that which they do not understand. They hate those that are not followers of society. They hate the ones who do not conform. They hate the ones who do not sit around and allow themselves to beaten on. They hate the ones who stand up for their believes. The American Dream is a BARGAIN! A comprimise! If you conform to the acceptable ways of society then you will live a nice cosure life. All of socie0ty wants perfection from people like me. But perfection is merely doing what the world tells you is right even though you know it is wrong. I always think to myself of those people who talk about perfection that basically they have just agreed that you are nothing more than a mindless idiot who follows the present notions to a country who hasnt got enough sense or balls to question their own standars merely because it is tradition. If you do not then you will forever be branded a freak and castrated from society. They say that like it is a bad thing.
To think that I used to reside here. To think that this for several YEARS was my entire world. This was everything I knew. To be institutionalized is a crime. I took their beatings, I took their mockery, I even tryed to take their lessons on right and wrong, I took some other things from them too, BUT then I did what almost always seems to happen to me. I snapped! I totally went off. I looked up and before me was a pool of blood. They do nothing to those who beat me but when I killed them they started watching a little bit more.
People do not seem to understand. Most of the EFW roster does not understand,except for maybe a couple. A good deal of them claim to understand the hardknocks of life and yet they do not know what it is like to have to eat rats, to have to eat PEOPLE! They seem to think that I enjoyed doing that! Clearly they know nothing. My body shook all over every time I did it. The idea of EATING another human! This is even beyond me but sometimes you have to do what you have to do. There is no mistaking that much.
Now I will be trying to bring out those who TOO were rejected from society. Those who were not accepted when they were younger. I want to try to show them that they need to embrace their caniving. They need to embrace that which is their inner self, and this is an invitation for those individuals to join me. Now I am in EFW and I have a match against Raiden. Do you actually think that you can beat me? Ha! Putrude fool! Who do you think you are numnuts? All of you are claiming that you understands hardknocks, to go around claiming that his life was so bad. So what if you had a sister, a mother, a father,a girlfriend, a wife...I really dont give a shit! My sister had something worse than death. She got locked up in a mental institution worse than mine. Hers was coed and a good amount of the guys had their ways with her. She told my parents but did they care? No! But they started caring, while they were surrounded in flames and the house was coming down around them. Those fools thought that they could just throw me and my sister away like yesterdays trash. But, they are less than trash now. I cremated their ASSES! Those fools betrayed me and my sister. For that they payed. Any who wants to talk of my mother. Fine! She was a bitch. I hope one of you numnuts fucked her so you can come up with genital warts or some shit.
You will learn that I am now like I have been in the past going off on the deep end. I was standing on the edge of sanity and the bottom was looking pretty good. Now that I stand in the bottom beware..ALL! For no one will be safe from my wrath! I will show them why I was put in the institution. I will treat them the same way I treated those bastards at my school. Raiden and anybody else he wants to bring will learn! You will be the student and I will be the teacher. Oh this is going to be so lovely. For I have a suprise for the petrede fool who so daringly gets in the ring for me. I have a special suprise for that bitch. He will see soon enough why I am the Armeggedon, why I AM the bringer of damnation. For I am the 'gothic icon', and no one can stop me! Not even the mighty Draven in all his glory for he is a true legend could officially beat me. On the same hand I could not beat him either. But if you take a close look Raiden you will see that Joey Sanders is STILL injured from that match. I will take the rage that was built up while I was here and I will unleash it on you Raiden.
You honestly think you stand a chance against me because you beat Ryan Fulway? Let's list the people I have beat. Let's see there is Eric Draven, Joey Sanders, Tommy Vertoin, Hawk, and several others that I really do not remember. Raiden you would listen to your friend if you were wise for he understands that I am dangerous. He knows and has seen that that there is more than just mere words to me. He knows that I am more than just talk. But even though your friend said this to you you think still that you can beat me? What more do you want? But, I did notice that you failed to say anything else after he reminded you that you versus Fulway was not main event. You see Raiden I am not only the main event, I am not only a legend but I am also a realistic nightmare. I am a fright beyond all comprehension. You thought what you did to Fulway was something?.....
Sickle rolls his eyes and continues on
: Do you think that you are king of something? Well then I will give you your crown of thorns oh great one, the second you step into the ring. A man, who refers to himself by a name used in a game that came out in the early nineties is supposed to scare me? This is like watching a bunch of backyard wrestlers throwing on their grandmothers panty hoses for masks. Oh wait thats right you used to be a backyard wrestler. How many bones did you break doing that? Do you really think that it is your talk that makes you truly dark or how you fight? A great fighter is a great fighter period. There are tons of great fighter out there who are not dark. What makes a person dark is the acceptance, the understanding, and the greater knowledge. The wisdom that there is more out there than the eye can see. I understand these things, and I understand that you are an up and coming star but make no mistake you are not ready for this title just yet. You have to work your way up the ranks first kid. You need to learn to eat some mashed potatoes before you try to bite off the steak. Lee actually thought this would be a challenge to me?
Sickle starts laughing and finally manages to pull himself together again
: Now Raiden you can talk about how good you are and how your going to tear me limb from limb but the fact is that actions speak louder than words and I have proven time after time that I will NOT be beaten. There is maybe a few who could actually challenge me and even fewer who could beat me and sad to say Raiden that you will be neither from what I have seen. Its not that you dont have skill kid its just that you lack the knowledge, the experience if you will.
Sickle sniffs
: I smell something. I know what it is....BULLSHIT! Raiden you talk a fancy talk but I know two things about you, number one is that you are nothing more than a suburban kid who one day put on some ragged clothes and said 'look mommy, Im a wrestler ' and number two is that in all your great talk and intellect you have yet to mention of why you can beat me? I have proven my talent time and time again. I have shown the people, all of my former little dark minions, and my fellow EFW roster that I might have an occasional lapse but I am a DAMN good wrestler and a legend that is far more than in the making. I am not just a legend but a living legend! I am not just a wrestler but an ICON!
If your doctor claims that you are mental, then he is right for what type of sane person would get into the ring with me? I know that in this match there is only two guarantee's. The first guarantee is that Raiden will NOT win the title. The second guarantee is that even if I do lose the match the darkness will win. Soon Raidne will find out that the bell tolls for him! Oh yeah I almost forgot.....I am the shadow on the moon at night filling your dreams to the brim with fright so regardless of your fight I'm gonna knock you outta sight whether it be yesterday or tonight. I am gonna guarantee that you will see the light, that you will fly as high as a kite, and you will be in the darkness of night. For while some nightmares have no faces some are all too real and this is one nightmare that ISNT afraid to kill!
The scene fades out with Sickle staring off at the wall like he has done in this building so many years before
: To think that we live in a world of people who claim love but in their hearts they hate. They hate that which they do not understand. They hate those that are not followers of society. They hate the ones who do not conform. They hate the ones who do not sit around and allow themselves to beaten on. They hate the ones who stand up for their believes. The American Dream is a BARGAIN! A comprimise! If you conform to the acceptable ways of society then you will live a nice cosure life. All of socie0ty wants perfection from people like me. But perfection is merely doing what the world tells you is right even though you know it is wrong. I always think to myself of those people who talk about perfection that basically they have just agreed that you are nothing more than a mindless idiot who follows the present notions to a country who hasnt got enough sense or balls to question their own standars merely because it is tradition. If you do not then you will forever be branded a freak and castrated from society. They say that like it is a bad thing.