lee

( Its 7am soon FHW Richochet will happen The Demon gets up from bed and looks a bit groggy. He walks out of the bedroom and walks down a long hallway passing pictures and statues. He his hair in mess all in his face. gets near the end of the hall to where there is a rack with his robe on it. He takes it down and puts it on. He turns right and heads down the red carperted stairs and goes through one more door and hits the kitchen. He goes to fridge and grabs a bottle of water he then sits down at the table. He takes his hair and ties it back for now until he hits the shower. He then walks to the front door and grabs the paper. He puts it under one arm and goes back into the kitchen and sits down. He thinks about the match he and Lee will have tonight. He is ready for what is to come.)

Demon: (pulls out a note book and begins to write) Words left unsaid, in an unsaid manner. Lies, truths... What really matters? Happiness is but false reality, and but a false hope. Oh such falseness, I still yet yearned for a pure reality in which happiness could be attained, could be true! Wanting of course never meant you would receive such, and I wanted everything. Frustration grows. I could not attain with my greater abilities what so many got with their lesser abilities. Arrogance, Jealousy. Yes, one such as I could be jealous of lesser men, albeit only in one category. Yes, one such as I. Curse this world deemed the one I shall spend my torment, curse this fate, But it will not end... I had no wish to die.

Laughter with a dark taint, if it were not my own I would have instantly been alerted in fear. I could not stop this laughter, pent up with rages of depression and sorrowful anger. Frustration grows. I clenched my hands, into fists... Tendons pull, knuckles white. I shivered with what I felt, I can explain it all in one word. Animosity. I unclench my hands in a manner most strained, pulled my black gloves from the black traveling pouch at my side. Silken hands. Sheathed thus, I proceeded to work magic. Oh not the usual poetic grace of a magic, no a magic of fury, one of death and destruction. These too were under natures domain. I created fantastic images of flowers, ivy, and oak trees... Turning it to a sickening black rot in the next moment. Not normal, no I was my self but yet in a different position than what I deemed normal.
I attempted to pacify this will, but such an action was not in my control... I continued to create heavens of earth, heavens that turned soon to hells. An idea despairingly malignant entered unto my mind, I created a rose bush, with a blood red stems and black flowers. The thorns were deadly in their construction, poisoned. I cackled in an insane glee... I could create! I could destroy! Lament in such glories, these instantaneous ramblings of a sick mind. I caressed my disease, letting it transform me ever more. The illness was, after all, one of my own making. I returned to my deadly rose, rotting it away until one stem with one black rose remained upright. Disdaining caution I tore it from its base, and escaped its blades by pure luck of the moment. Poison, beautiful poison... I held this unreality made real to my nose, as always my ability made sure that all was perfection, it smelled of bad memories, past sorrows... A sweet aroma one of my favorites. This drinking in of my creation had its costs, the bloom was as deadly as the thorns... I felt a tear slide down my face, and I knew its trail would be laced with blood. But such costs were acceptable, if I wanted to pay nothing I would have nothing to pay. I only paid in sins, past and present. My currency of course was unending, I was a very rich man. Commencing my cackling did continue. Rot proceeded to rot, and what dreams arose from its smoldering depths were to be extinguished.
Starlight long since fading, Sunlight arriving... Pale morning, insignificant... I preferred the colors and wistfulness of sunsets, and the accompanied arriving of my natural setting... Darkness. The light, however, continued to proceed... Despite how much I willed the brightness away... Dark thoughts play in a dark mind. I grinned, a sardonic twist of the mouth. I grew trees, wrapping them about my forest clearing no more. Branches unfurled filled with leaves, intertwining. A dark canopy, I was pleased. I sat down amongst the decay that was now above my knees in height... The stink of it was, in essence, a sustaining force. It kept me alive as I was dying, dying of things not fatal... I still held the deadly blossom, my silk gloves protecting me from prolonged exposure... I saw how exactly right I had made it, no single flaw existed... I snapped the rose stem in half... Hand uncontrolled... Enraged. How could I create such impeccable things... When I was so flawed. Such obvious scarrings, they were mine and I embraced them in perpetual woe, and increasing derangement. I knew that a thorn had pierced my skin, through the silken strands protecting my hands... But I did not care, I didn't wish to die, but I never really lived. I released the bloodied thing from my hand, broken in half... It was thus discarded. I then took the time to create a plant of ever increasing rarity, but I knew of its properties and thus it was now present, here and now. I let it grow, I let it bloom, I let it flower, I let it fruit... I picked one of the ripe orbs, pale green in color, and consumed it. Bitterness, almost revulsion... But it was a cure for my poison, leaving me but to my own devices... The foul taste in my mouth remained, but I did not move, I did not hear, I did not see... I merely thought, trying to perceive a way to continue, but I always ended up stopping. Finally I grew bored of such, I sighed, removed my shadow protection and proceeded to see a sunrise... Yet another dull day to live a diseased life... I looked for a discarded rose.

(Demon chuckles to him self his work is quite disturbing to some to others its art. He then puts down the pen and turns on the TV he flips thruogh channels till he see's Lee Todd on the screen. Demon watches intently as Lee has diarea of the mouth. The one thing that sticks in his mind was "I'm Lee F'n Todd, I don't lose wrestling matchs." Demon laughs out loud at the comment for it is amusing in the tone of the conviction which he says it. Demon turns the TV off and takes a drink of his water.)

Demon: Ahhh Lee you really have uot done your self. You don't lose wrestling matchs? Well I guess I can agree with that in some context. Though I do feel bad cause this won't even resemble a wrestling match. It will resemble a war very bloody war..but from what you said bleeding is no problem...although saying how you will kick out of every thing I throw well thats not really a factor cause you see I am not looking to pin you I am going to make you tap out or go unconcious which ever happens first. See I don't acre how many times you get up or how much you can take although you keep telling yourself that if it helps you sleep at night. Lee the pain is what I am looking for making your body fall apart at the seems you are just a mortal man as well as I....the beatings you take week in and out will take its toll not even the mighty Lee Todd can't keep it up forever. So in our match I am going to push the pain notch way up its going to be off the scale and you will break Lee....I will break you. YOU WILL SCREAM MY NAME!!! You will BEG for me to stop. You will wish that you never got in this match with me. The destruction and carnage is only a small peice you see I don't just break you down in the ring but getting in your head playing with your thoughts Lee its like mind f*cking you. Turning your own thoughts against you to cause you more pain. I mean lets face it Lee you say you can go all night you can take every thing I dish out, but what happens Lee when the ego and confidence go down the drain and your stuck with your body gasping for air as the Dark Daze taking all your life essence putting pressure on the brain soon every thing will just give up. You Lee will just.....give up.

(Demon gets up from tabel and heads down the hall and heads into the bathroom....30 mins or so pass and Demon walks out wearing a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt that says "I got my tattoo in hell." Demon goes into the living room and grabs the IC title off the coffee table and sets down on the couch. He drapes it over his lap and takes a rag and buffs it a bit to keep the nice shine on it. He then sets it down and remebers another things Lee said somthing about Stu coming his belt. How that he better be proud of having that belt for as long as he can. Demon kind of smiles at the thought.)

Demon: You know Lee let me tell you somthing about Stu Price the guy is a bitch. When I got that match with him and some how Kurt changed the stip made it a title defence....well you know what it was a real good thing cause Stu is afraid of defending the title he ran his mouth about defending only on PPV why cause he said that it was for the "Compitition" and that he is too good to defend for the free public. Bullshit he does that to by time so that he can relish having the belt just a little longer its bout damn time that he had to defend the belt. Let me say this Stu...do you think I am afraid of you coming after me? Of course not I can't wait to beat the piss out of you again. That match will be just like tossing the lamb to the wolves. Rip and claw and feed on your dead carcuss. When that match takes place I will make damned certain that I walk out the IC Champion. Not to mention taking those tag titles. So instead of sayin I should love being champion for this so called short time Stu should live life to the fullest before I snuff him out.

(Demon picks up the title and gets up goes and grabs his leather jacket and heads out to his car. A blue Dodge Viper with LS on the hood with flames in cirlcing it. He gets in starts it and heads out. He is driving down the street some are leaving for school others leaving for work. Demon is heading to the air port no reason to pack his bags since he did it a day earlier. He reaches out and grabs a case with CD's in it. Soon he comes to a red light so now he can search and find what he wants to listen to. He flips through soon a smile comes on his face he puts the CD in and all of a sudden Led Zepplin starts to play.)

Demon:Why have words lost there power??......I will tell you why. People like Lee have used all the power out of every word in any language. They abuse the power of speech by spewing forth torrents of filth. They have the nerve and audacity to call it a conversation. They sit and shit with their lips trying to prove a point that isn't. They talk and talk and talk with nothing meaningful to say. Why do they insist on telling you their little sob stories and whiny problems?? They think that I care like I am some kind of shrink. Albeit some of it is funny but still I could give a shit about someone's way of talking himself up. So I have this piece of advice unless you have something real to say SHUT THE FUCK UP! Lee thats what you need to do instead of running your mouth about how you can take it when we get in the ring yuo can come out and prove it. We will see if you can take it. If you can keep from falling apart and not choke. Its only a matter of time. When you are in the ring standing across from me and we tangle. All the words that are said will mean nothing in the end who ever gets thier hands raised will have somthing worth saying.

Now lets change the subject from Mr. Todd cause after awhile talking about him makes me want to puke. Now I am heading to the air port dealing with the new security is not a big deal it takes a bit longer to get me where I want to be but oh well. Bankok Rules is going to be a big highlight in my carreer. A chance for winning and keeping gold not to mention getting to the finals would be nice to add to that. All of it will be very tough....nothing I can't handle though. I have went through hell once before this will just be a new version of it. There are chances of facing my LS teamates but if that comes up we do what we must and that is win friendships aside. Can I honestly say I will stand at the finals....no. I can say that I will make a big impression on every one that has to stare into my eye's. You know even though I said I needed to change the subject its hard to do so. I mean Lee Todd does his job well he has pissed me off. Its like he wants me to end his life so doesn't have deal with this life. You know he said that I won't see fear in his eye's he has no concept of fear....well he will have a very larg concept of fear for I will give him a crash course in fear. He will soon know only that. He may think that he has things wrapped up. That this match is won before he has even gotten in the ring with me...doesn't he know the future is not writting in stone.

(Demon drives down the highway passing people who just have no concept of driving. Some either drive way way to fast or just to damn slow. In the distance he see's the air port. With that he smiles knowing that he gets just that much closer to that match where he will get to shut Lee's big flaping gums. Knowing that he will bring honer to the Lost Souls like he has done countless times before. To bad his friend Avalanch isn't around to see it.)

Demon: My friend Lanch...why the hell did you reitre? You were a key member in LS. You also brought people together you held LS togther aftr Insom and Tempest took thier breaks. You gave the fans out there some of the best Hardcore matchs ever. Now you just go out and disapear and whats worse you didn't even say good bye.

(Demon pulls into the air port he gets out of his car opens the trunk and grabs his bags. He looks back and smiles.)

Demon: Lee I hope your ready......