The scene opens to a dark night school at the top of a hill. From the front of the school one can see a water tower in the distance. The school is stretched out lengthwise. The school is mostly made up of layers of brick. There is a little circle of land in front of the main entrance doors, and in the center of this land was an American Flag. The driveway around this circular area appears to be made mostly for buses.
There is a figure standing in the distance just across from the school where there is a small path obviously made by kids making a shortcut to their home. The figure is standing on the edge of the trail just staring at the school that lay before him. The figure is wearing a long black trench coat, vinyl black pants over black combat boots and a fishnet shirt with the sleeves cut off. The figure has long dark hair that seems to float in rhythm with his trench coat.
The figure walks towards the building with a kind of ease as well as a kind of caution. The figure turns around in front of the entrance doors. The figure pulls out a pack of camel, grabs one, puts it in his mouth, and then puts the pack back in his pocket. The figure then pulls out a large Zippo and lights the cigarette. The figure then looks at the camera and speaks
Figure: It is said that the only way to move forward is to learn from the past. So here I am at the very beginning of what was the biggest chunk of hell in my life. You know its funny I remember this place being a lot bigger. But the past is always like that. When you return to the past things never seem the same proportion that you once thought. Things somehow seem changed when you look upon your past but in all actuality nothing has changed except for the viewer. The phrase its all in the eye of the beholder is actually a very deep statement. Now I am going to see about getting into this place that I once enjoyed going to so much without having the cops called on me.
The figure puts out his cigarette, and pulls out a baseball bat. The figure then proceeds to use the baseball bat as a battering ram to knock out the window in the top part of the door. The figure then draws the baseball bat back and pulls out two small looking pins and sticks his hand inside the window. About a minute later there is large clank sound as the door unlocks from the inside. The figure pulls his hand out, and proceeds to open the doors as if it were just another school day.
He then proceeds to walk ever so slowly down the hallways of the school. He passes by the office that he only saw the day of that terrible tragedy. He makes a left away from the office and heads towards the hallways. There is not a single open door in the whole place. The school almost looks abandoned. The figure continued to walk past the English, history, science, and math rooms. He went just slightly past the water fountain, and around the corner are some bathrooms. The figure went past the ladies room and walked into the boy�s bathroom. The figure then turns on a few lights and looks at the camera again, only this time the figure can be clearly identified as the EFW Heavyweight Champion.
: Some might ask what in the world did I break into a school just to get into a boy�s bathroom for? The answer is nowhere near simple. You see this bathroom was the crossroads of my life and let me tell you all that is one day I will never forget. Jonathan Fisher was one of the school thugs so to speak, and one of his favorite past times was harassing me. Well on the day of mention he decided to make it a group event. I had just got out of my math class, and had gone to the bathroom. Jonathan and his buddies decided to push me around a little bit but then the newest thug stepped forward, his name was Rutto. Rutto shoved me into a urinal causing me to crack my head and bleed. I was losing all patience by this point in time. But being the type of person I was back then I ran off.
Unfortunately they followed me, so I opened the janitors closet and grabbed a mop handle. I cracked Rutto first off with the mop stick, and I kept beating him and beating him and I remember thinking to myself I�m going to kill him; I�m going to kill him. After about two minutes I blacked out. I am told that after attacking Rutto some of the other guys tried to come to his rescue but they got a crack on the head for their effort. My math teacher tried to stop me but apparently he ended up in a coma for eight months. That was the day that all of my life changed.
I was expelled from school. When my parents came to pick me up they threw me into the backseat and once we got home my father pulled off his leather belt and proceeded to whip me. I was sent to my room after the whipping. My mom came upstairs later on and told me that my sister had snapped on the same guys because they were making cracks about the psycho kids. My mom then informed me that the guy Rutto was in the hospital with brain damage and from what the doctors were saying he would never be able to speak again, and he would be lucky to ever walk again. Apparently his older brother was raising him; who was working on pressing charges. My parents being the wonderful people that they were decided to beat the system by indulging everyone�s believe and telling them that I was insane.
The judge was still appalled at what I had done to Rutto and the others and decided to send me to a new mental institution that was still being tested to see if it would work. The idea behind this institution was to basically be the Alcatraz of mental institutions. My parents never did visit me, and from what I hear their house burnt down about a year after I got out. I told them not to leave the stove on all the time.
Sickle stopped talking and proceeded to leave the building fast. But, before he left he destroyed everything in the bathroom with his bat, and left a little message on one of the urinals that read:
GOT A MOP HANDLE HANDY?
Once outside the school Sickle ran back towards the trail in the woods across the street. Right as he had managed to hide in the woods a police car came by. The officer got out of the car and began inspecting the building. Once he saw the broken window he called for backup, and for the school principal. Within less than half an hour there were cops all around the school and the principle was steadily having to answer questions. Sickle just turned his back and continued walking through the woods while talking
: You know it is almost funny that I should have to fight Blade. I mean he is a lot like Rutto was. He talks a lot at the mouth but much like the bullies he has trouble backing up his talk. I already know what you are going to say Blade, and yeah you did beat me once. You beat me because of your bitch in the back. Unfortunately for you though the staff has changed and is no longer corrupt. Did you see all those cop cars back there Blade? That�s how many cars surrounded the court room that I was convicted in. That is the amount of cops the judge decided it would take to get me to the institution. You say so what? You see that is where the judge showed brains Blade. He knew that I was dangerous. He knew that I was an individual to be reckoned with. He knew that I was power that had to be contained. The only problem was that even the great judicial system of our wonderful country could restrain the power that runs through my veins. You want further details of how sick I am Blade?
Do you remember that guy Rutto I mentioned earlier? Well, when I first started wrestling back in IFW I joined a group ran by Eric Draven known as Hells Angels. There was Draven, me, Dagger, Andre Bates, and two other men known as the Brimstone Riders. These people were Archangel and Rutto. That�s right I invited them to the IFW. You see I did not hold any grudges I figured I evened the score with Rutto the same day that he started the score. But little did I know that Rutto and Archangel would betray us and Draven being almost sicker than me ordered me to handle it and I ordered Bates and Dagger to handle them. Bates and Dagger choke slammed both of them off of the top of the entraceway and then to top it off when they were being hauled off Bad Blood decided to flip over the ambulance. Little did we know that Archangel had refused to get medical help. He has followed me from federation to federation to get revenge for Rutto�s death.
You see Blade, I am not only vicious but I know how to get people without actually doing it. I am the most twisted and sick individual that has ever lived. You see Orlando I personally believe I know who you signed a contract with and I do not have a problem with it. I know the styles of him but hey I could be wrong after all I am not psychic.
Now Blade you talk about how I think I run this joint, and how I am a quote fucking cowardly paper champion well Blade now you have a chance to put your actions where your mouth is. You talk about how I am a shit stain? That is fine and dandy Blade you can think what you want. But I guarantee this much you will be a BLOODSTAIN!I am going to tear you limb from limb. I am going to rip you apart. You are going to know what true pain is. You see Blade I am the EFW Heavyweight Champion which means that I am the best in this business. This means that I cannot be beaten. Honestly think to yourself Blade do you really think that you can beat someone who even Eric Draven had trouble beating? Do you really believe that? If you really believe that you are going to wear this title while I am still wrestling then you need mental help more than I do. I not only have skill and talent but I also have the added fact of psycho. At any point in the match I can go plain out psycho on you, and once I reach that point there is no stopping me. As I told Raiden I have beaten one person after another here in the EFW. Ever since Stevens left I have yet to be defeated, and do you know why that is Blade? That is because the Sickle that everyone once knew is dead. This is a new reign of Sickle. This is the reign of Sickle �the lucid nightmare�.
I spent three months as Lucid Nightmare proving to every single person here that there is no stopping me, showing everyone what a true champion should be like. These fans don�t want a fan that is constantly running at the mouth. The fans want a champion who can talk shit and kick ass. They want someone who is going to go brutal on the opponents. You see Blade I may be dark but the people still love me and do you know why? Because I will take everything you have to offer me and I will throw it right back at you.
Blade, in the same promotion that I have used my before mentioned quotes and addresses you also said that you are full of suprises, and to just try you well guess what Mr Orlando I have decided to do just that. You see Blade even though you call me a paperweight champ I am the one who went to Lee and ASKED for you! Lee said that he would allow you to fight me at the nine eleven pay per view if Bates got to decide the stipulations. It's probably so that he does not have another Joey Sanders incident. Orlando, Blade, dumass wanna-be vampyric who wishes he could get laid, whatever your name is the point is simple you will NEVER wear this title. You couldn't even beat Raiden! I not only beat Raiden but I obliterated him. I took everything he had and then showed him what I had to offer and he could not contain it just like the judicial system could not contain me neither will you! There is no stopping me, for you see Blade no matter how much you try, no matter how many tricks you pull out of your little Sting rip-off jacket I will still prevail. Now at the very end of the promotion that I have made a few minor references to you also said at the very end that I was at the top of the list to sample the sharp end of the blade. Do you really think a blade is sharper than a sickle? Have you ever even seen a sickle? A sickle was used for wheat that was as tall as grown men, and it is you who shall be facing the sharp end my over cocky friend. For you see Blade while some nightmares have no faces some are all too real, and once you enter the ring with you are going to be the one I KILL! You will kick and you will fight but when it is all said and done I will be the champion at the end of the night for you had better believe once I place you in the Grim Reaper you will see no MORE light for I AM the shadow on the moon at night filling your dreams to the brim with fright.
Sickle then threw something to the ground that brought forth what appears to be a flaming like mist and disappeared into the night
: Some might ask what in the world did I break into a school just to get into a boy�s bathroom for? The answer is nowhere near simple. You see this bathroom was the crossroads of my life and let me tell you all that is one day I will never forget. Jonathan Fisher was one of the school thugs so to speak, and one of his favorite past times was harassing me. Well on the day of mention he decided to make it a group event. I had just got out of my math class, and had gone to the bathroom. Jonathan and his buddies decided to push me around a little bit but then the newest thug stepped forward, his name was Rutto. Rutto shoved me into a urinal causing me to crack my head and bleed. I was losing all patience by this point in time. But being the type of person I was back then I ran off.