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The scene opens to a coffee shop where a poetry night is going on. The coffee stand was in the back of the room, to the left of the staircase that came into the coffee shop. For this once a month event they had taken the normal chairs and replaced them with couches, love seat’s, a couple of beanie bags, and some small rectangular tables.
The stage was set up front of the coffee shop. There was already some hippie-looking dude reciting a poem about tree’s and flowers.
A darkened figure, with a trench coat over a black fishnet shirt , vinyl pants and black combat boots, walked down the decaying staircase. Slowly one decayed step after another he entered the coffeehouse and walked over to the coffee stand.
: I’ll have a French Vanilla Cappuccino with three things of sugar and a little bit of cream
While Sickle watched the man on stage, while waiting on his Cappuccino, an individual wearing a Blade/Orlando shirt came up to him
Guy: How could you dare think that you could beat one of the day walkers?
Sickle stared at him haltingly at first and then replied calmly
: I learned one thing the whole time that I was enrolled in the school of hard knocks….trust no one. I can easily beat a jobber like Orlando. There is no way that I would be caught dead pinned by someone like Orlando, and I will bring back the Neojuggernaut of EFW as well as an individual known as ……
The guy behind the counter interrupted Sickle
Counter guy: Excuse me sir; here is your French Vanilla Cappuccino, with three packs of sugar and cream. That comes to Three-fifty.Sickle graciously handed him the money
: Keep the change
Counter guy: Thanks man!
Sickle sat down at one of the couches to enjoy his cappuccino, when the guy from earlier sat across from him on the love seat.
Guy: You know that the whole loner Goth look has been waaay worn out.: Actually I have heard that and I am sorry for me this is not a gimmick. It is who I am and to deny who you are, to pretend to be something you are not is the same as committing suicide, and on top of that there are tons of wrestlers out there whose quote unquote gimmick has been done before but yet the one that is constantly focused on and has tons of people trying to derail it is the Gothic quote unquote gimmick. At first I was simply angered at this type of thinking but now I am just dumbfounded by it. As hard as I try I cannot comprehend how people can be so narrow-minded.
Some guy on stage: Please give another round of applause for Anthony. That was truly heart felt and now our next sharer of emotions and thoughts is……..Sickle?
Sickle ignored the questioning way the guy had said that last part, and calmly got onto stage. He ever so easily straddled the chair in front of the microphone.
: This poem may not be saddening, nor angry but it is something that will make you think if you really listen to it and try to understand it. So, um, just keep your ears open and give your voice box a temporary vacation. I have entitled this piece of literary genius and ponder……The Human Mind
After a standing ovation of applause Sickle calmly left the coffee shop. The scene fades out with a zoom out of several dumbfounded faces.
: As hard as I try I cannot get through to them. I cannot seem to convey that which is so painfully obvious for me. I cannot seem to make them understand that there is more beyond that which the eye can see. They do not seem to understand that there is more to this world than concrete, steel, paper, and clothes. There is a world, which most don’t want to comprehend, or can’t comprehend. They take so much for granted not even realizing what is happening to the other half of the world. The half that is only seen by those who want to see it. They are sentencing innocent souls to be bound to Earth for eternity, possibly their own! But, it does not seem to matter to them. It does not seem to even register in their minds that there are penalties for what they do. As Isaac Newton said ‘ for every action there is an opposite and equal reaction’ but hey all I can do is keep trying to get them to expand their minds beyond the capability of Afternoon reruns and fast cars. That reminds me, I need to get down from here and see if my limousine has arrived yet.
The scene fades out as Sickle heads down the stairs of the building.
J-Dogg: Sickle is going to win this one easily
Josh: Yeah right!
Rocky: I dont really fucking care either way because Orlando is going to whoop his ass yet again
J-Dogg: Something is getting awfully close.
Josh: Maybe it’s something you ate. Their ain’t shit that is going to happen except that Sickle is going to lose his precious title.
J-Dogg: Shut your trap before I shut it for you. Sickle is talking about a neojuggernaut again, revisiting the past and talking about the IFW days. Personally I am starting to believe that I know who Orlando signed the contract with and there is about to be a war. One that has been long coming
Rocky: Unusually I have to agree with J-Dogg. I am almost completely sure that Sickle has got something planned and as for matches go yeah Sickle lost his match against Orlando way back when but he has really gotten a lot better.
Josh: I just hope this doesn’t mean that those two thugs known as Bad Blood plans on showing up now. I HATE those guys, almost as much as I hate Sickle and Draven
The scene reopens at the EFW ringside area.
Just as he said that all the lights went off and then a video comes on the titantron. First there is a clip of vampires, and children screaming, and then there is a clip of ghost that are shaking in fear, and then there is a huge explosion as the clips change to matches that Sickle has been in as Seasons in the Abyss by Slayer blare over the pa system
With the music still blaring and the lights still slightly dimmed out walks Sickle, and behind him is a large giant with a black executioners mask over his face. The two individuals pace down the ramp with ease and calm
Sickle rolls into the ring with a mike in hand, the giant follows closely
: I would like to start by saying that I do fill sorry for the fact that the kid is in a coma. I never thought it would go that far. I figured a few bruises, maybe a couple of scars, no big deal. You see unlike you Orlando I really do care about people, and not just my fans but all the fans. I did what I did to send a message to you Orlando and I can see now that the message still has not gotten across
Hey Orlando blah blah blah blah. That is exactly what you sounded like to me. Another guy coming out here trying to tell me of how I have no idea of what I am talking about and yet they have not even bothered to fully watch and or listen my promo’s.
Orlando you want to come out here and start name calling? Gee, now that is real mature. Then you talk about how I attacked a kid? Yes I did and I apologize for the end result of it but you come out and attack these house show nobodies and get a big head when you scare them. Now as far as calling me prickle hey Orlando I got my name when I was in the mental institution and I like I said in the last promotion I do not remember my real name. Obviously though you do, so lets all sit and wonder where did Orlando get his alias from? By the way how is Whistler? Had any good FROSTies lately? This world is but a passageway to what there really is. This world is the gateway to the one that really matters. The sad fact is that you are yet another person who has bought all of this materialistic boleshit of the media, and taken it to an extreme.
Do you really believe that everyone is less than you? To truly learn you must learn from those who have been there. You must learn from those who have been to the mat, been kicked and beaten and risen back to the moment, not from someone with a lucky streak, and yes I called it a lucky streak because nobody can beat everybody. There is always someone better out there, there is always someone who can take you to hell and back, I have met one who is better, and one who can stand toe to toe and throw to throw. The first one was a man who was and is refered to as Eric Draven. The second I did not meet until I was in RPW, you might know him as Shadow Stalker. He is one I will say can go throw to throw and toe to toe. But yet still I have to wonder what makes you think that you can stand toe to toe and go throw to throw?
You talk about you are going to get me what do you plan on doing jumping me in the locker room? As you have seen there is no suprising me but I did prove one point by my actions I definetely would say that I suprised you because that is something that you NEVER thought I would do. Now as for you being a stain no you are not a stain. You are an up and coming athelete that got lucky. To look at someone like a stain or to refer to them as such is demeaning in a way that is beyond even me.
You talk about you are going to rip me apart do you think I am scared? Boy, I was wrestling while you were still sucking titty. Not that I know that you have stopped sucking Mommy. You say you are not being over confident or cocky but yet you seem to think that you can just walk into this match and walk all over me. Orlando not even Draven walked all over me, and I assure you that he is alot better than you will EVER be! You my friend are a fart in the EFW. You are nothing more than a midcarder at best and you will never be much more until you realize who you are. You will continue to be a midcarder as long as you walk along talking about daywalkers and shit. This is reality Orlando this is not some fucking Warner Brothers special. This is not Halloween night on TNT. Whether you believe you are a daywalking vampire or not is not going to be factor in this match.
Now as far as pain goes. You think that you can continue to beat me down? Once again a classic example of a person going into a match who has done no history check on his opponent. If you had done a history check you would have found out that I was in a mental institution from the ages of twelve to eighteen. You would have also found that I was in that mental institution because I snapped at school and brutally attacked several teachers and multiple fellow classmates. So what do I know about pain? I think I just answered that question. I still have another thing I have done which I still have to deal with because I gave the order, and while I am on the subject Micheal you had better back off before you end up like your brother.
Now back to what I was saying. You think that you can win a match with overconfidence? No you cant because then you will underestimate your opponent and not know what he is capable of as well as knowing what you are not capable of and or what your weakness are.
Now you are right about one thing I am going to be looking at proving something. I will be proving that in the end there was no darkness in Orlando. I will prove that you are nothing more than a poser, now as far as our match is concerned I will be beating you down. I will make you know what pain is even if you do not feel it I can still get the one two three. For I have already experienced pain and have gotten to such a point that is like an addiction. I almost crave it!
You keep talking about war and you have no idea how true that statement is. There is a war brewing and it is going to be huge because right now you are being used as a pawn, and I plan on destroying the pawn, and any other pawn the king wants to use and then it is going to be checkmate
Now when I get into that ring I don’t give a monkey’s left nut about the anybody and I don’t NEED any help. Now do I think that I will walk into the ring whoop your ass and not break a sweat? I HOPE I break more than a sweat. I hope I break some bones. I hope I see my blood flowing over MY face! For I rather like the taste of it. My hopes for this match are simple. If I don’t win then nobody wins. You see if I had it my way I would just have us beat each otheres asses until we are both covered in our own blood , and then the medics would be called and we can both go to the hospital. You see once I get into that ring I’m not hearing the fans, I’m not hearing my own thoughts. The only thing that is happening is pure adrenaline. Once that blood starts to flow, once I see the red crimson of my veins running down my face, streaming through my hair then my adrenaline will rocket and you will know why I have told everyone that I am beyond my own mind, why I am beyond the point of rationality.
Am I supposed to scare you? Is this promo supposed to scare you? Orlando, I don’t give the slightest rather you are scared or not. Now if you get some type of secret kick from hiding in a locker before matches then by all means do it. I don’t really care! Like I was told once inside hell you don’t have to be scared to get your ass whooped. I don’t care about you getting scared by watching my promo’s. The point that I want to see your fear is after the match. I want to see the fear in your eyes as you realize what and whom you have just got into the ring with. As I drop you in the Grim Reaper I want to see the sheer terror in your eyes. Prepare for your bragging rights Orlando because soon you will be able to say that you have been in the ring with the most demented man that you have ever had the privilege/audacity to wrestle.
Now you think you know hell because you have had some drastic matches? You think you know hell because of some hardcore, out of this world, blood quote unquote massacre match? I will tell you what survival is. I will tell you where hell is. Survival is living in an institution where you are the only preteen. Survival is carrying a sharpened piece of your bed with you so that you can urinate without some guy named Jr. trying to violate you. Survival is eating something that you cant identify, and don’t really want to smell just because you are that damn hungry. Survival is living in the sewer because it is too wet up top to stay in your box. Hell is on a small island a quarter of a mile away from Manhattan. Hell is also right here
Sickle taps his head with his index finger
: The Human Mind is a HELL and a survival for everyone who is true to themselves and is willing to question that which is around them. You think that you are going to humiliate me? How? What can you possibly do to me that would be worse than anything I have already been through? Now you claim that it is a caution? You mean a warning right? Well damn I was never good at listening to warnings. Hell I was never good at following rules either. As for a massacre, bring it pal, bring it. I am not talking to try to intimidate you but rather consider this a lesson, a way to try to get you to understand. You think that you can shatter my goals? You think that beating you is a dream? Know this, when I set my mind to it there is NO stopping me. Like I said before I may end up in the hospital after the match but I will win this match and remember that it is true what they say. Dreams are the key to enlightenment, dreams are the windows to the future. Victory is in my future.
Now Orlando you realize this, you cannot destroy that which does not wish to perish. The Spirit of true darkness lives within the soul of all mankind. The eternal flame of life that cannot be extinguished. The origin of which cannot be explained. The answer lies in the everlasting spirit.
Orlando, just remember Embrace the darkness or be engulfed by it for while some nightmares have no faces some are all too real and soon this is one nightmare that you are going to feel for I am the shadow on the moon at night filling your dreams to the brim with fright.
Just as Sickle is about to leave the lights go out and Poor Twisted Me starts blaring over the p.a. system. A blue tinted fog builds around the entrance and then just as the fog begins to clear the lights come back on
