The Reaper The Lucid Nightmare The bringer of damnation |
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The scene opens to a single room with two chairs.
The figure in the chair on the left looks like an evil version of Mr. Rogers.
The figure in the second chair is quite clearly Dominic Clark.
Dominic Clark: Okay, sir I do believe that you called me. What is the story you proclaim to have about one of our newest and upcoming star Sickle?
figure: Sickle is nothing more than a twisted fuck!
Dominic Clark: Actually this is national television so you cant say ....um....
Dominic is quickly cut off by the second figure.
figure: Shut up DUMBASS! I said fuck so get the fuck over it you fucking ass. Now listen up and listen good. The individual you people know as Sickle is no icon nor is he some great individual to admire. He was placed under my care in the mental institution. A mental institution, does that not tell you people something there?
Dominic Clark: Who exactly did you say you were again?
figure: I didn't say but if you have to know my name is Micheal Jonah and I was what the patients called the warden. I ran the most hardcore state mental institution to ever exist.
Dominic Clark: A mental institution? What exactly was he in there for Mr. Jonah
Micheal Jonah: Sickle violently and viciously beat a teacher and a student.
Dominic Clark: what became of the teacher and student?
Micheal Jonah: The teacher spent a few months in the hospital with broken ribs, and they did what they could for her face but science has come only so far. The student however is in a come still to this day
Dominic Clark: Well, I am afraid that is all that we have time for today but I do hope that we may schedule another interview to continue our discussion
A twisted smile came across Micheal Jonah's face
Micheal Jonah: It would be my pleasure
The scene fades out with those last words
The scene reopens in a dark room with nothing but a wooden table, a small television, and a few candles.
Sickle is sitting in a black spinning desk chair in front of the wooden table. His dark shadow lingering menancingly over the small televion. Sickle looks infuriated at the screen as he sticks his fist through it. Still in a rage Sickle turns his chair around to face the camera as he begins to speak.
: First of Micheal the student I attacked was the school bully and he pushed me too far. Also your information is slightly off because it was actually two students and three teachers. The first student was the bully. The other two were friends of his that were foolish enough to try to stop me. The teachers however were merely trying to break it up but by that point I was beyond being reasoned with.
Secondly Micheal you forgot to mention that you were disbarred for unethical practices and the institution was locked down after several charges were filed against you for violation of patient confidentiality as well as patient abuse. You forgot to mention that you were called the warden because you ran that institution like it as Alcatraz. The mere fact of you divulging past information about me is proof enough that what I say is true
If you continue this I promise you that I will be sorry. The treatment I received at your hands has haunted me for many years and will never be something that I forget. I would divulge some of the things that was done inside of that place but this is a nationally televised promotion. The things you did inside of that institution would the skin crawl on the most hardened men in this world. You know me Micheal dont fuck with me.
Now I am under the understanding that I am supposed to be fighting someone by the name of Johnny Mental. Johny I feel sorry for your little rookie ass. You see Johnny you picked a really bad week to fuck with me. Allow me to explain what I mean. You see I just came off of my first match in the AWF. I lost this match due to two very specific things. Firstly I did not plan on being blind sided by my opponent and secondly is that while I was motived then it was not as much as I am now. You see as well as I know this Micheal individual I know that he will continue this attempt to assassinate my character but alas it is to no avail because I do not try to hide my history.
Rather it is his arragonce considering how he treated the patients including myself that really pisses me off. He has the nerve to come out and start talking shit after what he pulled? Like I said before I feel sorry for you. Because before I already planned on doing what I had to in order to gain the victory over you do to the fact that I came here to get gold and I will get it. But, now I also have the desire to just beat somebody's ass and I really do not give a holy flying fuck who it is. You see Johnny Micheal has managed to rekindle a very old rage within me. A rage that has been building for many years now. More than likely before this week is over I will have a rage greater than what I had the day I became pyschotic on the school bully.
Actually I wish that either you or him or even both were here right now. That way I could pick up the broken television and bash you both over the fucking head over and over and over and over and over again. I would do it until the blood not just oozed but flowed out of your skulls.
Sickle took a moment to compose himself.
: I do apologize for the slight moment of discomposure. However, make no mistake Johnny there will be no apologies and no remorse once we enter that ring. As you have just seen and from what you now know from that sorry little piece of shit fucking dick sucking ass reaming fuck face I am not the most stable of individuals. Upon entering that ring you will be entering a new world.
You will be entering the second closest thing to Hell that you will see while still breathing. You will face true horror. I will take you to the extremes. Although I am unstable, some might even say pyschotic, I am also a highly trained and skilled individual. I have been around the block quite a few times and I have defeated some of the best in the business.
Think of me as the wrestling version of the comic book character doomsday. It don't matter if until your match with me you were considered Superman you will lose. Because like the Doomsday character I learn from every mistake I make. The few times I have lost have done nothing but improve my skills. The few losses I have had before have enabled me with the right equipment in order to defeat my enemies. I must inform you though that upon entering that ring you become my enemy.
No manner or form of bitching, cussing, moaning, or whining is going to change the outcome of this match. Regardless of how great you believe yourself to be it will not be proved until you enter that ring and then when you do you yourself will realize that you were wrong. I will remain in the ring after my victory long enough to witness you cry like a little school girl due to your quick and decisive loss.
Just remember this Johnny your terror is my delight, your tears my amusement, and your defeat my orgasm. And don't go getting your mother's pantyhose out just yet and start talking all sexual just because I used the word orgasm.
As you bleed I will jump for joy, as you cry I will laugh, as you fall my name they will call. Your defeat is imminent.
The scene fades out with those lasts words
