The scene opens on a really, really dark night. The sound of waves crashing against the shore can be heard every so vaguely in the distance. Then there is the sound of wood crashing, HARD, against some rocks. Then there is flames, and human screaming. The ship that was burning had three-maste, it was square rigged on maincast and fore and aft rigged on mizzen. It became clear that this was without a shadow of a doubt a barque, a type of ship prefered by pirates. The jolly roger ensign was going down fast. Scuffled voices could be heard cursiung in a very fearful tongue. Then for just a second the flames got bright enough for one to see an old abandoned lighthouse. A far off figure of a man in a trench coat can be seen. He walks towards the ship. The whole scenery is like deja vu
*The same things happening over again. I find myself at the same area. How is this possible. This Daniyel character comes out of nowhere and still no explanation from anybody as to what is truly going on. Last time I saw this area and heard that boat crashing I was thinking about the elders of the void claiming I was born there.*
Sickle then heads towards the lighthouse but all of a sudden a rip, almost like a wave, comes in front of him, and without knowing it, he walks right through it.
*The scene fades out*
The scene reopens inside of an all but abandoned motel. Sickle gets a room to rest for a little bit, and heads up the staircase with the crimson carpet up to his room. Upon entry he see's that the television is already on and Orlando is on the screen.
Blade: Yes, Mr Sickle, the royal pain in my backside. Another one Clive who has got on the wrong side of the Archangel. Unfortuantely for him though he was born on the wrong side. If is his destiny to face the Archangel head to head and he knows as well as I do, it is his destiny to fall at the hands of Malcificius and be destroyed. The past few months he has been merely prolonging the agony but the clock is now ticking ever nearer. He knows it and I know the day of reckoning is almost here and he will falter
But this week he got lucky. Because in the four way match he has got the added bonus, the lucky straw. You see, Clive, the winner of that match will not take away his belt. I'm going to win that match for me and me alone. It just so happens that due to Jack I cannot take away the belt but the promise I made still remains. Sickle will lose that belt one way or another. I guarantee it
But in that match there is something in it for me too. Not only do I get to clean Sickle's clock, I get my revenge on Master Bates too. Andre thinks I've forgotten the beating he gave me when I return. Nope, I havent . Andre payback is gonna be a bitch. But apparently he isnt coming to fight Sickle. Isn't that nice Clive. Which sounds like Andre is going to side with Sickle, but I ain't stupid and I knowthat for all his faults neither is Guei Lung. He knows which side of the fence he needs to stand....I'm sure of it.
Sickle left the room suddenly with a great deal of anger. Suddenly he got the urge to go somewhere. He knew that he was being summoned for one reason or another. He could almost feel his anger rising at being summoned like a mere servant but he knew what he had to do. He went to the elevators, made sure that no one else was coming, and then pressed the up button. The little dink came and then the doors opened and Sickle walked in, and then quickly pressed the 'close doors' button. Then he looked over the button. The floor he needed to get off at was not listed, it was skipped. So he took out a marker and wrote the number he needed onto another button for a different floor. Then he pressed the button and waited. He kindly paced back and forth and whistled dixie while he was waiting. Then there was a ding and the doors opened, and Sickle walked out into the void. There sitting in patience, in front of a building, was Moira of all people. Like a ghost from the past
: Moira, what are you doing here? Should it be that the fate's have brought us together yet again?
Moira looks at him kind of weird
: Damn, I dont even get to choose who I am seeing anymore.
Moira: You don't love my anymore?
: Of course I still love you but that is not the freaking point.
Moira: Then I dont see why this is such a big deal Sickle. I know you have a lot on your plate right now and all but isnt it better to have somebody behind you?
Sickle just kind of shrugged
: Fine then I will arrange for you to start being my manager or whatever they call it.
Moira hugged him and Sickle just kind of stood there living in the moment of this confusion. All of a sudden the building disappeared and in its place was...nothing. Then three figures appeared. They hovered high above Sickle, and Moira.
Konstaninos: Your thoughts are quite justified Sickle. There was a slight nudge to fate you two to come back together. We tryed once, we figured if we nudged you two together enough times maybe a spark would fly. You two will need each other before it is all over. We are quite aware of the war that is brewing Sickle. Do not be fooled Sickle Archangel is not who you think he is. Lucifer has purer intentions than Maleficus. I have no doubt that you will retain your title, and that you will win this match coming up. But the victory of a battle does not mean the end of the war.
Then Konstaninos nodded his head and there was an opening in the void. Sickle, and Moira walked through the rip in the void.
The scene reopens at the EFW parking lot. A black nova pulls into the parking lot. Both doors open at the same time and out walks Sickle and Moira. They both make there way to the arena
The scene reopens in the ring-side area.
J-Dogg: Welcome everyone to the EFW HouseShow. I'm J-Dogg
Josh: and I'm Josh
Rocky: and I'm Rocky
J-Dogg: The war brews on and it appears that our new commissioner has managed to get on everybody's nerves.
Josh: At least someone knows how I feel always getting beat up.
Rocky: I think poor Jack will be hospitalized before it is all over.
J-Dogg: By the way for everyone out there wondering we have finally gotten word on the name of the pay per view and it is Thanksgiving Hell!
Josh: How appropiate
Rocky: I dont think the matches are going to be the only interesting things going on at the pay per view. The real question is what else does Draven, Sickle, and crew have up their sleeves.
All of a suddent all the lights go off and then a video came on the titantron. A blurry figure is moving through the woods, and every place where the noise was heard had lost all life. Then the figure burst right in front of the camera, in a black hooded robe, the camera does a slight close-up to the face or where the face should be. The titantron goes black, all the lights go out except for a few gray lights facing the entranceway as a fog slowly builds in front of it with Solitare Unraveling by Mushroom Head playing for the first twenty seconds, then the fog clears and there stands Moira alongside Sickle who is wearing a pair of vinyl pants, and a sleeveless fishnet shirt with a black vinyl jacket, black lipstick, and black nails. His long vinyl jacket kind of drags behind him, his blood shot eyes glance back and forth as if he is expecting something to happen, he does this all the way down to the ring, then he baseball slides in, bat still in hand. Once inside the ring he holds onto his bat like a kid with a confort blanket. He paces back and forth surveying his surroundings. For some reason he baseball slides out of the ring and baseball slide back in and then looks at his watch and nods his head in aggreement at something. Then he picks up a mike
You think you can clean my clock Orlando? Do you remember what has happened in all our confrontations since I have returned? You have of yet to do anything to me. I have whooped your ass more times than I care to think about anymore. Hell, it is almost boring anymore. Oh here lets look at the schedule. Who am I fighting this week? Oh joy its Orlando again. There is no point in even training. You are nothing more than a joke anymore Orlando. If you were such an extroadinary athelete. Where is your title? What title do you have? Who have you beaten? Then after claiming that you will clean my clock you go off to claim that you will beat Andre? You must be stupider than I thought. To even directly speak about him like that is damn near suicidal. You might as well just stand in the center of the ring with a gun to your head. In fact the gun would probably do less damage. I will do more than beat you Orlando. I will pummel you. I will make you beg the ref to end the match. I will make you cry! Are these threats? Oh no these are promises. Do you know why Jack put three guys against me Orlando? Because he probably figured that maybe just maybe then I MIGHT have a chance of losing. You did say one thing right though Jack has been getting in the middle of things but all that will be handled soon enough. He will receive a very unwelcomed visit from an friend of mine from Romania. What does everything you said prove? Nothing, all it proves is that you are able to run off at the mouth like every other jobber before you. That must be a talent from where you are from. I have NEVER ever known fear nor will I ever. I do not feel fear, only darkness for I embrace it fully and completely. You yourself admitted that when I was fighting you that you did not see the look of intimidation nor of fear in my eyes. I got news for you buddy like I told you before. You are but a guniea pig. You are a pawn in a very large game of chess. Maleficus is using you to try to get me unraveled. But, it will not happen Orlando. You cannot undo what is the truth. Regardless of the cause behind this war my side will win. Why is that you say? Because Maleficus has no true skill in picking decent talent. The question that should really be bothering you here Orlando is who will Andre go after first. Will he go after you or Guei first? Since you opened your mouth and threatened him in as humble a way as possible he will probably come after you first which leaves Guei. If you are able to still hear Guei I would suggest you listen up. If you are able to come to the pay per view. If your wounds have healed since my buddy Scott put you through the mat of course. I would highly suggest that you hightail it elsewhere. I will destroy you in the blink of an eye. I will use your strengths against you. I will use your weakness to further injure you. The second you walk into this ring for my title you are putting yourself in a lot of harm. You see Guei although it may not appear so at the current moment, seeing as how you are probably watching this from a hospital bed, Scott has a lot more control than I do. He has a lot more restrain than I do. Me personally I lose it to a very high extent. Not quite to the point of madness but just enough where I can still concentrate on what my goal is at different points in the match and still to the extent that if I should injure you at any point then that injury will become your downfall. If you so much as scrape your arm I will expose it. I will retain my title. Why? Because this title is what is holding this war at a standstill right now. At some point Maleficus will decide to halt the standstill and the true war will begin, and when it does it will be all the more vital that I am still the one holding this title. Like I tryed to explain to Orlando Guei I have beaten every single person that has entered the ring with me since I became the Lucid Nightmare. I have beat numerous here. I have shown numerous times that there can be no stopping me. I have shown everyone in the EFW that I am everything that I claim to be and more. I still remain target number one because I hold this title though and that is fine by me. Because I will continue to unmercifully take out every single person that comes through those ropes. I understand that this pay per view has been named Thanksgiving Hell. Well boys roast the turkey and roast it well, for neither one of you will forget the day you fell. Orlando, Guei, the darkness is coming in a form in which you have no clue. When you stand in your budwa and look into the vanity you will not see a reflection of yourself but of the mist and fog of the true darkness. For behind that mist, behind the fog, behind the darkened curtains will I be waiting. When you stood in the closet as a kid playing hide and go seek hoping that your friend would hurry up and find you so that you could go back into the light I was there! Into the darkness pearing, fearing, dreaming dreams no mortal dare to dream before and so the darkness will soar for there isnt just me there is more, and we will grow as will this war. Tremble and shake because I am watching at the bottom of your lake. Sit and wonder if I am a fake. Pray for the light because I am waiting waiting in the night. I am the shadow on the moon at night, filling your dreams to the brim with fright. Some nightmares have no faces while some are all too real because come Thanksgiving hell the Grim Reaper will you feel!
The scene fades out as Sickle is still standing in the center of the ring with Moira and Solitare Unraveling by Mushroomhead blaring over the p.a. system.: As far as Archangel is concerned my time will come to give him a piece or two of me. Now as for me losing my title. I have told you time and again Orlando that is not going to happen. I will not lose it to Guei, or you, and when I win you can start crying oh boo hoo. You claim you are going to win the match? The only person that has a higher losing streak than you Orlando is Bruce Lumond, or is it vice versa. Oh I really cant remember because both of you are losers.