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The scene opens to a desolate road. Standing on the dotted yellow line is a young looking man with a trench coat, long dark black hair, a dark shirt with several necklaces over it tucked into a pair of vinyl pants over a pair of black combat boots.
There is a hotel on his right hand side. It is an older motel that has maybe two floors. The windows are all busted out, and the door has been grafittied. A couple of old abandoned houses are standing on either side of the hotel. Both houses are very similiar to the house in that they have broken windows and boarded up doors with graffitti on them and the roof appears to be caving in. On the left hand side of the figure is a gas station. Near the gas station is a mixture of trailers and small houses. One of the lights in one of the houses comes on. An old man walks out. He walks over to the young man. He looks him up and down. Then he smiles kind of questioningly
old man: Why do you stand there so youngster?
: No need to worry old timer I am just thinking of what Albert Einstein meant when he said ‘Most people go on living their everyday life: half frightened, half indifferent, they behold the ghostly tragic-comedy that is being performed on the international stage before the eyes and ears of the world’. What do you think he meant old-timer?
old man: I think he meant that we live everyday like it is a habit rather than like it is a gift. Too many people take life for granted. Why do you ask?
: I guess I stand here wondering because I have no where else to stand. I sometimes ponder of why a man who was missing a part of his brain could be so intellectual. Could it be because that in all actuality most people are low in intellect because of something that is in the brain? I mean really think about it the fact that there is something put in us from birth that keeps us from reaching our full potential do you not find that funny?
old man: I don’t know but I know you aien’t showing much smarts by standings out here in the cold, you'll get sick in this weather, with or without the help of a dead geniuse
old man: You starting to creep me out kid. All I know is my wife said I haves to get you off the street before I can have me meat loaf and let me tell you I am missing one HELL of a meat loaf.
old man: huh whatever man I be out of here.
With that the old man walked back towards his house. Sickle remained standing in the street staring off into nowhere. Then a black limousine pulled up. The limousine driver stopped the vehicle, got out, and opened the back door for Sickle. Sickle slowly ducked and got in. The vehicle passed by several places. As it drove down the deserted highway towards the EFW arena Sickle began to ponder his past. Not just his wrestling past but his past on the whole. Had he really made a big impact? Was his life worth anything? What had he accomplished this whole time? Just as Sickle was running through like the thirtieth question the limousine pulled up to the arena. The limousine driver got out, and opened the back door for Sickle. Sickle slowly got out and began to make his way to the ringside area. As he was walking he saw the locker room of Blade. He kicked the door down and then proceeded to break everything with a baseball bat. He tore apart the lockers, put multiple holes in the walls, broke off the shower heads in the back of the locker room. Then he noticed one of the broken lockers had some loose garment hanging out of it. He moved in closer find a numerous amount of reverend trench coats of Blade's. He pulled out his Zippo and lit them all on fire and then he left a torn picture of Blade, on a bench nice and neatly.
Then he left the locker room and continued his path towards the ringside area. A couple of minutes later in the ringside area Lights in the arena flicker on and off, then they go completely off. A blue light shines on the stage area as fog starts to build up around the entranceway. The titantron starts to play a video of vampires, ghosts, and ghouls, then it starts blinking words: "Armageddon, Bringer of Damnation, and child of the wretched wrenched darkness". Then a crack of thunder is heard as the word "Sickle" in flaming letters comes across the titantron. "Seasons in the Abyss" by Slayer fills the arena as Sickle walks out to the entranceway. Sickle walks down the ramp, with his long trenchcoat trailing behind him, and to the ring. Sickle gets to the ring, climbs up the ring steps, and steps through the ropes. The lights slowly come back on. Sickle looks eye to eye at the interviewer that is there. Then he pulls a mike out of his trenchcoat.: You know some say that the last thing you feel, before you die that is, is a cold chill. I was kind of trying to get that chill but I don’t believe that it is like a chill from the cold night. I think that it is more like a really cold breeze on an extremely hot day. It is probably kind of like a giant relief that is just released from your body. But you feel relaxed because it is just your time you know? It is your time to go to wherever and you are ready. It is like a long sleep.: Tell her that I will leave shortly enough. My stay here is only temporary. I stand here for I have no where else to stand. Have I not told you this already?
: Before you say anything allow me to say something to someone I believe is out there as well as Blade you both will find yourselves in Akeldama.
He fell headlong, his body burst open and all his intestines spilled out. Everyone in Jerusalem heard about his, so they called that field in their language Akeldama, that is, field of blood. –Acts eighteen through nineteen.
Sickle stops for a moment and laughs
: Do you really believe that you can beat any top dogs here in the EFW. I am the current EFW World Heavyweight Champion. Even though I really have lost to you once Blade do you really think that lightning will strike twice? Currently, I do not stand for the Nocturnals, I stand but for the darkness and for me. All you had better be thinking about is how I am going to win this match. Will I knock the referee out and bring out some friends whoop on you? Will I drag you to the outside of the ring and Grim Reaper you through the announcers table? Now what do you have to say to me. That there is some greater being that you pray to and he will grant you the ability to beat me. That you are dark and have had several victories already over wanna-be's and I am some wanna be while you are the true darkness. I’m shaking here boy. Tell what is so terrifying about you? Nothing notta, not a damn thing. Blade to be quite frank, yeah you might have beat someone in the past in some other minor federation but you have to prove yourself here son and currently you have yet to prove shit
You really and truly believe that some minor promotion and some small talk will threaten me? Do you think that talk of the past will give me reason to doubt, to falter?
Blade do you honestly believe that my attack on you was all I had to give? Please, if I wanted to seriously injure you do you really think I would use a bat? No of course not, I would use something like a sledge hammer, or a two by four. You think that because you have a few fans here and there that you have hit the big time? Do you think that that really matters? When you get into the ring with me boy it is not going to be about the fans, its going to be about two men squaring it off in the wrestling ring. You claim that at nine eleven you are going to bring all you got. Well you brought all you had to Raiden and you still could not beat him why is that Blade? Why is it Blade that I was able to beat him and you could not? How come you have not addressed that issue Blade? How come you have not addressed the fact that Bates will be deciding the stipulations for this match? How come you are not able to address the fact that currently the EFW is under a new reign of Sickle? The reign of Sickle ' the Lucid Nightmare', and then to top it all off you claim that the darkness is not coming because you are already here? Blade I never knew you were such a comedian. I mean with an act like that you should consider your own television series. I mean hell that is like Mansonites claiming to be dark. What you have signed with is far worse than darkness and I pity you.
I pity you because I believe I know who you signed with and I pity you because you will be entering the ring with me actually under the impression that you are greater than me. It is not the man who thinks he is greater than the other that will succeed, it is not the man who thinks he is equal to the other that will succeed, it is the man who wants it most and I know already what you are going to say in response to that. You are going to say something to the effect that you are the one who wants it most for your fans and for yourself because you have not held the title. That my friend is where you would be wrong again because I am the one who wants it most. Do you know why I want it most? I want it most because I believe I know who you signed with and I have a pretty good idea what he wants you for, and he shall not triumph and neither shall you. You shall understand what true darkness is my over confident friend. You shall understand to a tea what true pain is and you will most definetely understand what true failure is. Because as I said before I hand picked you to fight so that I might finally bring you back to reality. I hand picked you because you do have talent. You have enough talent that you will give the fans a good show but in the end I will still retain the title and finally you might give credit where credit is do. You think that the old regime that you were under in EFW is anything like it is now? You had your time Blade and now it is my time. Now it is my time to shine, this is a new EFW with a NEW staff, and a NEW Sickle.
Talk as long as you like, sign as many posters as you want for they shall not get you this title. Only time and patience will get you this title and the nine eleven pay per view is not the time and I DONT have the patience to let you have it because my time simply is not over. Because just like everyone else you take life for granted. You kept whining about wanting a shot at the title and now you have one and after you fall short maybe you will appreciate life a little bit more and understand a little bit better. Maybe after you fall short you will finally go for a title that is within your grasp. But nine eleven is not the place that you will win, nine eleven will not end with you holding this title, BUT nine eleven shall be the place where YOU will face the Grim Reaper or maybe I will use the dark demise instead. You just dont know what is up my sleeve boy because that is the type of sick individual that I am
Now that I have said my peace you may ask me what you will
interviewer: Now you came out here and attacked Blade from behind, after a match!
: Blade had to be taught a lesson. He came back into this fed cocky, and I decided it appropiate to bring him down a notch or two just like I shall at nine eleven
interviewer: Okay, well tell us a little about yourself
: Well As a child I was tormented. One day at school I retaliated and killed several people. My parents locked me away in a mental institute that was a lot like a prison until I was eighteen. In that institution they tried several methods of rehabilitation including a very old method of drilling three precise holes in the head. One in the template of the forehead, and one on either side of my head. It was this very method that created or caused the birth of Sickle. Matter of fact I do not remember my real name. I do not remember my parents names either. I do remember my sisters names but only barely. After the institution I left and met some gothic people in New York underground. They enjoyed wrestling and taught me some as well as some other things. They taught new ways of thinking, new ways of looking at the world. Ways of concentrating my new found rage into something semi-positive. They taught me incantations and herbal remedies.
At the age of twenty I joined the IFW and a group there known as Hells Angels. I have truly grown in the several federations that I have been in since the closing of the IFW. I have become darker and darker with each fed I have been in. I have learned how to truly embrace my darker nature with each passing year and each passing federation up until I joined here at the EFW and you know the rest
interviewer: So uh what was it like being in an institute?
: I already said it was like a prison! What more do you want? I mean hell you had guys named Bubba who had his ‘bitches’. You had deals being made with cigarettes and sex. By the way in case you aien’t figured it out there wasn’t any females in this institute.
Does that give you a general idea?
Before you ask it no I was not anyone’s ‘bitch’. I looked out for myself and I managed to make it through without selling my body or any of my cigarettes.
Man fuck this interview shit! I have had enough of this shit! I got things to think about and I don’t need you to ask me anymore questions.
As for anyone who would think they would stand between me and a title well just forget it. I will remain the champion! Remember the dark era is at hand. The darkness has a name and that name is to be revealed! Embrace the darkness or be engulfed by it.
With that Sickle threw down his mike, and speared the interviewer. Sickle went like he was leaving but stopped for a second and looked around in the crowd and then saw the kid that was in Blade's promotion. Sickle reached over the banister, grabbed the kid by his shirt and tossed him over. The he dragged the kid into the ring, up to the top rope, pointed to the announcers tables, made a cut throat symbol, and then proceeding to do an aerial Grim Reaper through the announcers table
Sickle gets up from the announcers table and heads towards the ramp but stops and pulls out a mike and looks down at the kid
: Tell Blade hello for me
Sickle then walks out with “Seasons in the Abyss” by Slayer playing over the p.a. system as the emts rush to help the bleeding boy and the unconcious interviewer
