[???]What defines that final straw? What finally pushes the man over the edge? What makes him lose control and finally jump off the cliff? Is it internal? Or is it that outside force, that just won't go away. They just keepng pushing you closer and closer until they can stand there and laugh at you as you fall periously. They laugh at you while you grasp for air. They think that it's funny that you suffer so much while they feel nothing. Little do they know that the pain is coming. Little do they know that their day is coming. Little do they know that he is coming for them.[???]
[???]The voice slowly fades off, leaving you empty, wanting more. But that feeling begins to fade away as you begin to come in contact with a solid gray. It is mettallic in feeling, as it is extremely cold. Music plays in the background, christmas jingles to be exact. You begin to feel a small chill about the air. You look around you to see that you are surrounded by plain, gray metal walls and and wooden floor. You looks down and to your left to see a panel with numerous buttons on it, you're in an elevator. A ding is heard and you turn around to see that a door has opened behind you. You exit the elevator and begin walking forwards. The floor is tiled in white, blue, and pink. As you walk by, nurses and doctors speed by you with charts in their hands, ignoring you completely. You continue onwards, focused on the door in front of you.[???]
[???]As you walk, you are bumped by a man, unnoticeable, but as you turn he seems framiliar to you. You turn back around and ignore him. You walk forward to the door that seems to be sticking out more than anything. You walk through the door, your feet clicking against the tiled floor. As you enter the room, the darkness surrounds you. But suddenly, a light flashes to your right and you see him, lying there, in a hospital bed, his arms and head bandages, his midsection bandaged also. He is sitting back, with his head titled towards the cieling.[???]
[???]He turns downwards, towards you with an almost delirious look. He speaks.[???]
Sane: Betrayed. AGAIN! Surprised. AGAIN! Screwed. AGAIN! It doesn't matter what I do. It doesn't matter who I make friends with. They never last. They never stay true. They always want to turn away. They can never be the same one who stood by my side so many times. No, instead, they betray me. Instead they torture me. Instead they make me out to be a fool....You made me look like a fool....You betrayed me....You screwed me....You shocked me....All that time, you....Everywhere I turned, those laughs were yours. You led me to believe that it was all the others, but never you. Never once did I suspect you, not until last night. Not until you became everything I hated....When you joined with him, I knew you couldn't be trusted. I knew something was up. You stuck by him after he humiliated me. You stuck with him after he tortured me. You couldn't tear yourself away, no matter what....But I still ask myself, why. Why you? I did nothing to you. Yes, I have many enemies, but not you. I admired you. I looked up to you. I told the world that you were my hero and you turned your deaf ear. You used that to get close to me, and you, like all the others, laughed in my face. I LEARNED EVERYTHING FROM YOU! I LISTENED TO YOU! I TRIED TO EMULATE YOU! AND LOOK WHAT YOU DID! YOU HURT ME! WELL I'VE BEEN SCREWED ENOUGH FUCKING TIMES! YOU CAN BET YOUR OLD WRINKLY ASS THAT AT END OF AN ERA I'M GOING TO FIND YOU AND I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE THAT I GET YOUR ASS! WHETHER IT'S IN THE RING OR IN THE FUCKING PARKING LOT..IT DOESN'T MATTER! YOU'RE MINE!
[???]His anger has calmed and he almost seems normal, almost.[???]
Sane: But more lays on the thought process than you. For there are others. There is more at stake Sunday. You are not the only one. There are many others that lay at bay in the depths of my mind. MISSLE, Shaku, Jimmy Harmon, Lazarus, GOLDMAN. These are the others that lay in my path Sunday. These are the ones who try to stop me once again. These are the ones who will try to keep me from winning MY title, from attaining my glory. And I know that you will be there too. You won't miss a chance to ruin me again. You'll take every chance you'll get, and I offer you the chance. I offer you the opportunity right now. I would rather end your career than accomplish my life long dream. I would rather see your bloody carcass draped across the ring than stand atop the turnbuckle with the title poised. That's the only thing that I want. I only want you. I've had enough of the bullshit, enough of the torture. There's been enough games. Sunday, it's about one thing and one thing only. Me and you. I want to make sure that you fully comprehend what you've unleashed. I want to make sure that you can understand the magnitude of what you have done, because your end will come as quickly as my beginning.
[???]He adjusts his bandages across his midsection, cringing. He looks back at you, like wounded animal.[???]
Sane: Now, the others. First, you MISSLE. You and I have always been on oppiste sides of spectrum. We've always been the classic good guy-bad guy example. Rarely have we agreed. But now, we agree. We are both outnumbered. We are both alone. We are both battered and bruised. Last night, you saw what I meant. Last night, we showed the world what we can do together. We showed that we, alone, can not surmount the odd, but together, can overcome any obstacle...Now, you may not trust me. And the fact is, I don't know whether I can fully trust you. But we do respect each other. We are men of this game. This game made us and we respect it. We respect the rules of it. We respect the honor of it. And we don't betray those who trust us, because that would be a betray to ourselves...I know that when it comes down to it, you'll be there, because I need you to suceed on Sunday as much as you need me....This is going to be a battle to the death and you know it. You know that something is going to happen, someone is going to turn. It could be you, Shaku, Harmon, or Lazarus. But it is one of us and I would rather see either you or me walk out with the belt on our waists than both of us end up in an ambulance at the end of the night. MISSLE, Sunday will be a war and you need an ally. I'm willing to be that ally. Are you?
[???]He turns his head downwards, breathing heavily. He picks his head back up to rveal that his delerious smile has returned.[???]
Sane: Jimmy, why do you whine? Why do you complain? Is it because you've lost your "sacred" connection to the Goldman family? Do they not love you anymore? WHAT'S WRONG JIMMY?! HUH?! C'MON JIMMY! TELL ME! WHAT'S WRONG?! WHY SO SAD? IS IT BECAUSE YOU'RE SCARED? ARE YOU SCARED, JIMMY? ARE YOU SCARED OF END OF AN ERA? ARE YOU SCARED THAT YOU MIGHT FAIL ONCE AGAIN? HAHAHA!...(Sane drifts away for a moment...)...JIMMY! Are you hurt? Are you in pain from your sudden disconnection from dear uncle Justin and grandma Desiree?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT PAIN FEELS LIKE?! DO YOU?!...OF COURSE YOU DON'T! YOU'VE HAD EVERYTHING HANDED TO YOU! YOU'VE NEVER HAD TO WORK! You've never had to scrape your way through the trash cans for food. You've never had to fight off a rodent for a drink. YOU'VE HAD EVERY ADVANTAGE THAT SOMEONE COULD HAVE! And now, you've been cut off. You don't know what to think. You don't know whether to stand up and shout your independence or go crawling back to Justin begging for help. You're confused. You're lost. You're a lost soul!...You've never won the coveted title, right? Three years of hard work and nothing but screwjobs? WRONG! YOU HAVEN'T EARNED A THING! YOU SHOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE! YOU COULDN'T SPEND A DAY IN MY SHOES WITHOUT CRYING! YOU'D CRACK, JIMMY! YOU'D CRACK UNDER THE PRESSURE, UNDER THE TORTURE, UNDER THE ANGUISH!...You think that you've been hurt by your family because they rejected you? Wait until Sunday JIMMY! Just...WAIT!
[???]The delerious look diminishes somewhat, but the fire in his eyes grows larger and he clenches his fist.[???]
Sane: And yet there still lies the biggest deciever, the biggest fraud, the biggest fake of them all, Shaku. When we last met, it was a different story, for we were two different men. We were both the confident, cocky fools that marked the past. We were so sure of ourselves that we often made mistakes that cost us dearly. Your put you in the hospital for months. Mine, drove me over the edge that you put oh so close too...But you are still the same. You are still the man who despises every fan in the arena. You are still the man who will do ANYTHING to get ahead. And this is why I don't trust you. Going into End of an Era, you, by far, have the most enemies, and that diminishes your chances. But that's not the Shaku that I knew. Oh no, you're going to sneak and kanive your way through the match and you'll probably shock everyone, but me, because I know that you would never go into this thing alone. You always have that trump card. You always have the ace up the sleeve, because you love to stack the deck in your favor. You want to do as little work as possible, which is why your allegiance to the fans and your anger toward the Goldmans and Matis Bestine is nothing but fakery. You may fool the fans. You may fool Lazarus. And you may even fool Harmon and MISSLE, BUT YOU WON'T FOOL ME, because we've been down this road too many times. You've pulled too many fast ones on all of us. They may not be able to see through you, but I CAN and will on Sunday...(Sane drifts again...)SHAKU! I'M NOT LETTING MY GUARD DOWN! NOT THIS TIME!
[???]He turns and pulls a switch. The lights flick off and you are once again left in darkness. The camera fades....[???]
Your Franchise's Homepage!
