Sickle"The Lucid Nightmare"
The Armeggedon
The Reaper
The Lucid Nightmare
The bringer of damnation
darkness is here
Sickle has brought down a many champion and held many titles. What does the future hold?
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The scene opens to a single room with two chairs.

The figure in the chair on the left looks is the now recognizable Michael Jonah, former head of mental institution.

The figure in the second chair is quite clearly Dominic Clark.

Dominic Clark: Last time we met we began discussing the history of up and coming AWF superstar Sickle. You said that he was in a mental institution for assaulting a teacher and a student. Sickle had a few rebuttal remarks. Can we roll the footage please?

The scene fades out as the camera footage begins to roll.

Sickle is sitting in a black spinning desk chair in front of the wooden table. Sickle's dark shadow lingered menacingly over the small television. 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.

Sickle: First of Michael 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 Michael 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 you 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 were done inside of that place but this is a nationally televised promotion. The things you did inside of that institution would make the skin crawl on the most hardened men in this world. You know me Michael don’t fuck with me.

Dominic Clark: What do you have to say in reply to these rather harsh comments by Sickle.

Michael Jonah: First of all these comments do not do anything but prove what I came here to say, and that is that Sickle is not an individual who should be allowed to be in a position of influencing today’s youth. He is a sick and demented individual. This sick fuck rather than denying that he did these things actually comes out and claims that there were more victims than I originally stated. Personally if I had something like this in my history I would not be claiming more victims.

I also would like to address his comments on how I ran the institution. I cannot believe that he had enough nerve to come out and call me sick and demented. I ran that institution like it was my own home. Granted there were times that I had to be a little bit more strict than normal but I never did anything to my patients that I would not have done to someone else placed under my care.

Dominic Clark: What about the claim by Sickle that you were disbarred for violation of patient confidentiality as well as patient abuse?

Michael Jonah: What are you deaf or something? I could have sworn I just fucking explained that to you. If you were not so much of a fucking dumb ass Dominic you would know the answer to the patient abuse question. The board claimed I abused the patients. Like I said earlier though I was nothing more than strict. I never placed my hands on a patient unless it was absolutely necessary. I treated every patient with respect and care.

Now as far as the patient confidentiality claim you have to consider the time period. Back when I was running the program originally there was no such thing. When they came out with it nothing was sent to me to notify me. I had no idea of a patient confidentiality law. Also most of the time the people I discussed the patient’s treatment and symptoms with was the very people who had committed them. Most of them were younger adolescence so it was generally parents that I was speaking to about them. There was a few times though when I would use an individual or two as an example to the media to show that the program was working and in order to continue funding for the institution.

Dominic Clark: Actually speaking of which would not that law apply here?

Michael Jonah: Actually no, because I am no longer a licensed practitioner of medicine.

Dominic Clark: Okay then please do continue. I am sure everyone is curious as to what exactly Sickle did inside of the institution.

Michael Jonah: Well once Sickle was placed inside of the institution he was still highly unstable. He had to be placed in solitary several times. There was even one incident where he managed to hospitalize two of the better-behaved patients and at least two staff members. One of them died but because of his diagnosis at the time as well as his age he could never be charged.

Dominic Clark: From what it sounds like Sickle really is quite disturbed.

Michael Jonah: That is what I am mainly trying to get across to everyone.

Dominic Clark looks dead into the camera

Dominic Clark: Once more we must reschedule for the end of this fascinating information. The question that I know is burning in at least my own mind is do we want someone with Sickle’s checkered past associated with the A.W.F.? I personally think that Sickle should be….

Dominic Clark is interrupted as Sickle storms into the room knocking the camera on its side. From the side angle one can clearly see Sickle throwing Dominic to the ground and beating his ass. Then Sickle heads towards Michael but he has already booked out.

The scene fades out with Sickle throwing furniture around the room and cussing up a storm.

The scene reopens a few hours later inside of an abandoned theatre.

The room currently in view has nothing but the old and faded burgundy carpet, the broken down concession stand, a few broken down signs behind the concession stand.

The camera goes through the double doors to the area where the movie itself used to play in front of tons of people. The camera goes up the small staircase to the side. Finally it reaches the cameraman reaches the balcony seats.

Seated in the dead center of the back row sits the all too familiar looming figure of Sickle with his clearly recognizable and signature black hooded robe made of sack cloth. The camera is place in front of where Sickle is sitting. Sickle has a look on his face like no one in the AWF has ever seen before. It is a look of sheer rage. His lips are slightly pulled back showing his teeth. You can see the veins in his head popping out. His eyes are rolled back into his head as his body is going back and forth in a rocking motion. His face itself is trembling. He slowly speaks though still in his twisted state.

: I warned you fuck face. I fucking told you that you would be sorry. Now as for you Dominic next time keep your fucking interviews professional. Your job does not fucking include making personal opinions. You can run all you like Michael I will fucking find your sorry little ass.

Sickle stops rocking, and his eyes have come back to normal.

: Michael, you can say what you like the bottom line is that you were a demented little fuck who got off on torturing those placed under your watch. Now as for those four ass holes I beat down in the institution you know damn well what happened. You sent your two fucking patient goons after me with the promise that if they could hospitalize me. Break me if you will, you would free them. The staff members involved were promised paid vacations. The only thing that really pissed you off was the fact that they were unable to succeed. Likewise you will be unable to succeed in getting me kicked out of the AWF. The only thing you might succeed at is getting your ass kicked a lot worse than any of my previous victims.

Speaking of previous victims I almost forgot about that little bitch Johnny Mental. I saw your little promotions boy. You see Johnny, you and your other personality Mourning Star should be frightened. You told her that her destiny has been laid before her. But likewise you too have had your destiny laid out before you. Your destiny lies in your defeat, and my victory. Just like you told that girl so many are blind to their destinies and likewise you will continue to look at me with blinders. You will continue to ignore and deny your destiny.

You claim to find my ranting and raving amusing. But I must ask what is gneral? What would I know of rage? I know more of rage than you could possibly imagine. You know nothing of me fool. You claim to understand evil but claim that it has something to do with rage. You know nothing of evil, and you know even less of the truth behind the darkness.

You would be foolish enough to assume that the music of the night would play just for you. Whether you are there or not the music plays every night. Most choose not to hear the music. Most would ignore it. There is no true one individual that can control the music of the night. Not you or anyone else in this world or another.

I will be swept away neath? You know for a self-proclaimed god your grammar sucks. You are foolish enough to think that it is evil that will grant anyone a victory. It is not evil that guarantee’s victory but rather hard earned skill and pure talent. Neither of which I have heard you mention even once. I have had one other individual who asked me for my soul. He told me he would give me anything I wanted. I told him the same as I am going to tell you. My soul belongs to me and me alone.

You wish to continue to claim that you are a god? Ha, so be it but there has been many a god throughout the tales of history to fall to mere mortals. What was it that these mortals had in common? They all possessed knowledge. Knowledge is the only power that matters. I hate to inform you of this but I have more knowledge than you can possibly imagine. God or not you will fall before me in worship.

Evil? Who ever said I was evil? That was your assumption fool. To claim that one is evil or good is fine and dandy. However, to claim that you are evil is to say that you never do anything good and to claim that you are good is to say that you never do anything evil. I therefore am neither. I mix the two paths together and do what is in my best interest. Now if you were actually a god would it not be reasonable to deduct that you could at least notice or know that it was teachers and not a principle? If my soul were truly an open book to you surely you would be able to get that little fact correct.

With the possibility of sounding redundant here you would think that a god would have better grammar. I shall he first? Could you possible explain that one to me? You honestly would be bold enough to assume yet again that your victory is guaranteed. While you have mentioned nothing of skill, nor of talent. You have shown no actual proof that you are this god you claim to be. What exactly then would you be basing this assumption on?

What will I do when I stare death in the face? If you actually knew me like you claimed then you would know that I have already stared death in the face several times. I do not fear death. I do not fear YOU! The question actually is what will YOU do when you see YOUR own demise in MY eyes? You see Johnny Morning, Sane Star or whatever the hell you are calling yourself now you will not win. You claim to know me but you don’t know the half of it.

Upon your entrance into the ring itself you will know fear. For my ascendancy over you shall be so pugnacious that it shall be prodigious. You have made many a claims in your past promotions and I have shot down all of them. Whether or not you like it is beyond the point of being in your control. I will pumel you with a belligerence of untold preportions.

You see Johnny I am the one that brings fear unto the dead and the living. I bring goosebumps to mortals and immortals. I defeat giants and toss midgets. It matters not which category you claim to be. Once the match has started you will try to flee but alas to no avail because there is no escaping HELL. Only fools and idiots do not feel fear. Which one are you?

I have been known as the Lucid Nightmare because while some nightmares have no faces some are all too real.

The scene fades out with those last words echoing throughout the abandoned theatre

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