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| [ The scene opens in the large Tidal Wave Wrestling Arena. Inside the building everything is being prepared for tomorrow's huge Mind Games pay per view card which looks to be a very intense show with many great matches booked. The camera sweeps round the entire arena showing all the work that has to be done to prepare for one of the 104 shows that are held every year by TWW, there are technicians everywhere scrambling around holding large power tools, cables antennas, testing devices, large pieces of equipment all essential to making the show what it is to be. These scenes that every one of the thousands and thousands of fans will not even give one ounce of thought about as they all scream and cheer for their favourite superstars as they rabidly wait in anticipation for the next days events, they all have their tickets tightly kept away and they are all set. The technicians all work in unison rushing to get the arena in perfect magnificence with the Tidal Tron looking perfect, the P.A system as crisp as possible to assure the best quality entrances for the superstars, the fireworks all set to start off the night with a bang to get the blood flowing and the excitement at pitch fever. These scenes of excitement, joy, anxiety, awe and all the other feelings that will go through the fans are nowhere to be seen now as there is no wrestlers around, there are no fans, there is nothing but a large mass of empty seats and hurried workers whose only feelings are of finishing the job and getting to go home knowing that a days work has finished and that he has secured another paycheck. The camera keeps showing these scenes of speed, working, pressure then it suddenly cuts to something else, something that takes the public eye away from all this, the scene cuts backstage in the building where all the meetings take place, where the locker rooms are for the various people that use them whilst in this very arena. ] [ As the scenes are in the back everything becomes very different it seems to be more lke what is seen on the television, the backstage area has no need to be revamped for the events as it can be used just the way it is. The only difference now is that the hordes of scripted confrontations, arguments, wrestlers preparing for matches, backstage attacks are not happening the place is all but empty. Slowly the camera makes its way up the long corridor, the scenes become boring that the tired eye starts to search frantically through what is available for view for somethoing to keep the interest level at a reasonable point as not to switch the channel as they know to expect som kind of events following this. The eye catches the long boring white wash walls akin to that of hospital wards the only change being that there are slightly more classy golden trimming through the middle. The camera then walks through a large glass double door with the word locker rooms enscribed on it with a small TWW logo above it. This area is far more classy and interesting than the last as it has large framed photographs of the wrestlers during big events with the newly opened company. A large shot of Shawn Chase on his triumphant title victory at the first ever TWW pay per view, as well has shots of all the other superstars. The camera walks past all the large locker room doors sum have to share but the toop guys get their own private room. A few of the doors are opened as if searching for someone, stops at one door marked Syth. The door is opened but there is nothing to see inside, it is completely empty, with nothing but a bench and a sink basin. As nothing is there to film the camera leaves now in somewhat of a hurry then from around the corner comes a GWF reporter. ] ~Reporter~: Jesus man where have you been I have been waiting in this damn locker room for the good part of an hour, do you understand how boring this place is, nothing to do I must have walked round the whole building a hundred times, damn one of those fat peasant workers in the arena started to get aggressive with me saying I was in his way. Yeah well he can get his little ass paycheck delted with shit like that I am a powerful man in this company I have Swift round my little finger. Hell I want to be on the booking commitee and replace that idiot Leary I could but I would rather do this it is more fun. ~Camera Man~: Jamie what in the hell are you talking about, I have known you for years and even though you may have a decent enough job and try to fool other guys with this power shit, you can't fool me, if you even hinted that kinda crap to Swift you would be out of your damned job, quit the shit. Also sorry about not getting here on time but this place is fucking massive I was lost, I walked up and down this big ass corridor that reminded me of the time I was 14 and had my appendix removed. I am sure that cheap ass boss of ours could spicen the place up a little. ~Reporter~: What was that little remark 'our bosses cheap ass', well maybe his ass will be in need of a new camera man tomorrow. ~Camera Man~: Jimmy maybe your ass will be looking for a damned ice pack if you continue this shit with me, anyway what has gotten in to you lately, you never used to act like a little greedy, think youare the best type of guy. In fact don't bother answering that I just wanna get outta here, it is damn boring and if you want you can come back to mine afterward. I got a nice fresh half ounce sitting ready in my living room. ~Reporter~: F*cking right I want to go back to yours lets go and find what the f*ck it is we are meant to find and get over to your place, whose gonna be there anyway. Wait a fucking minute that damn red light is flashing, you stupid inbred fudge packer you just taped our whole fukcing conversation. Now his cheapass will be getting a new camera man and a new reporter infact, SH*T!! ~Camera Man~: Damn, it doesn't matter too much I can edit it on this one it is a new one I can edit it all just before the truck crew go over it, but shit I got a scare there. Anyway enough with the sh*t, lets go. ~Reporter~: Ok that is cool, we are suppose to see if we can find one of the bosses backstage and get an interview with them about the current events in TWW. I think this leads to the backstage rooms, we will check this out, I am almost sure Leary is back here with the booking staff. Both men wander out through a small glass door which leads to a second corridor with few decently spaced apart wooden doors, all of them have writing on them the first is 'Cleaning', the second is 'Storage' and so on, sas they get to the bottom the corridor splits off to s flight of stairs going down to the level below. At the bottom of the stairs, there is not much to be seen except lots of piping, some drains and various other features like it. Past the piping and drainage is a small partially chipped old ugly looking door. The men push it, but the door seems to be jammed, the camera man gives it a small barge then it eases open enough for both men to climb inside. Once inside there is hardly anything to be seen apart from some crates lying on the floor alongside some large blue plastic drums. The walls are an off white with a thick blue border through the middle of it. At some parts are large numbers, the area seems to be like an old loading dock or something. ~Camera Man~: Ok what the fuck happened to the booking commitee where back here, why in the f*ck would the booking commitee be in a place with a stiff door and at the asshole of the building, wait before you answer I will do it for you, there is no way in hell they would be down here. Now lets get the hell out of here and find where the hell they really are, also from now on I am the guide. ~Reporter~: I didn't think they would be down here it just looked pretty cool and I ain't never seen this place before, lets check it out first before we go, as we don't really have anything to hurry for, the bookers will be here for hours and that hash at your place will still be there later. ~Camera Man~: Well fine then but we are not hanging around for any length of time. [ The room is very tal and wide but seems to be configured into a sort of large 'L' shape. The footage carries on round the edge of the 'L' with not much different from what was previously seen lots of boxes,crates and drums. Finally they get to the and of the corner, where there is a massive padlocked door, with single crates lying in the shadows up against the wall. They do a quick scan and are about to leave when the reporter picks up a tin and throws it into the wall. It clatters off of a crate, then out of nowhere comes a voice. ] ~Syth~: What do you think that you two are doing standing inside here, you have no business here, this is not your area and you do not belong here so get out. ~Reporter~: Holy shit man you scared me, wait a minute that is Syth, what in the fuck are you doing down here, hey man could I have an interview with you right now, I was meant to get one with the booking staff but this is much more interesting than taking their crap. You know what that leary bastard is like, he thinks he is the best. I simply wanted to talk bout my position in this company and he gets his secretary to book an appointment for November 1st. That is just plain...... ~Syth~: I have no desire to listen to your problems with John Leary or Martin Swift or any one else here. I will do an interview but I do not need yoour pathetic scripted material to help me along with the questions, unlike the rest of these guys here I do not do these scripted interviews under order from the staff and the bookers, I say what I want, about whom ever I want, whenever I want to say it. Now I want the camera left here, but I do not want the reporter, so you remove yourself from this area now and you are not to enter it again, now leave! ~Reporter~: What the hell, well okay, man but if your promo sucks you know whose fault it will be, not mine and that's for sure. [ The reporter mumbles under his breath as he walks out of the room, the sound of the stiff echoes throughout from behind. The camera man who has chosen to be completely silent through the entire thing decides to walk in closer to Syth as there has yet to be any actual footage of him. The camera worriedly walks round the corner, to the area from where the sound of Syth's voice came from. Then Syth comes into view, sitting atop one of the crates leaned forward, with his face hidden partially by his dark scraggly hair and by the shadow effect caused. He is wearing simply a loose, sleeveless, dark purple t-shirt with a sharp logo inprinted on the chest, the symbol has a representation of a eyeball fused with other parts, underneath it says 'Fusion'. His trousers are black and also very loose, they have lots of shreds throughout them. He sits silent and motionless until the camera is directly infront of him he then starts to raise his head slowly as his hair drops to the side revealing more of his facial features. His scarred face stares deep into the camera with a look of amusement on his face. Slowly Syth pulls himself to his feet where he stands with his hair still hanging over his face and without a sign of remorse of pity for what was done to Dysan's wife Sarah. There is no show of emotion on his face, just simple emptyness, he loks at the floor, as if searching for what to begin with then the tone that is always heard when is mouth opens comes through to all surrounding him, then he slowly opens his arms. ] ~Syth~: Dysan has led, The highest price to pay, The biggest lies are said, I'm just a fake in life. Unconscious Unconsciousness, Unconscious Unconsciousness. Alone I fall again, My blood runs through my veins, My brain and my strength, No longer are the same, no! They now are at new lengths. Unconscious Unconsciousness, Unconscious Unconsciousness. The moment of truth, Destroy the sense of it, I thought that was then, I thought that was me. Still I fear Unconsciousness, Still I seek Unconsciousness. Welcome To My World, Chris Matthews, You are not of what you speak, thinking you belong as the king to the throne of Nations, just because you have had it all before has nothing to do with the scene tomorrow. I have held many things in many places other than amongst this very wave but I do not claim stake to them all as that time has passed and the new time is present. Now the Nations is where I stand on my path to overcoming even greater odds, maybe the World one day, but wishful thinking makes only of unfulfilled dreams, one step at a time is how I shall pass. Matthews you are simply hiding behind your self build character, it is not you and you are not it, simply a fooled up mascarade thought up by someone above. The emotions and foolishness that you do is not really what you do but it is what you are told to do, that is pathetic whereas your life is pathetic, it is a lie. Some claim that I am a lie, simply a satanic worshipping fake, but I do not believe in satan or god, I believe in nothing for I am an atheist, the one believe I have is in myself. I am all that matters to me not a goat and definately not an old bearded man, they show nothing but false expectations and hopes. People are brainwashed by the crap that pours from these books of religion, the people who seriously take it in are simply hiding behind a lost cause, looking for a way out. I belive that you Chris Matthews are looking for a way out of your real life trying to make a name for yourself, attempting to be the bad boy but really you seek acceptance and adoration from the fans. I am not accepted by any and when these fans try to bring me in and accept me I become angered, I become dangerous I attack. Tomorrow these traits will come to play, I will attack you. Noone in this company not even the ones that have faced me no of my attacks, they are deemed illegal here, but tomorrow I no longer care I shall go on until the match is ended be it my victory, Dysan's victory or even you Christopher I shall show everyone that it is I that can bring violence upon everything with a sudden change. It does not take much to trigger this anger and tomorrow I will find a way to trigger it. You see many people see violence as something bad and evil, something that is harmful. Violence is harmful but only to those that cannot handle it whereas for me I see violence as a thing of beauty of change in my eyes it is a virtue. I have been held back here having to fight these harmless matches taking care of my opponents, well as of tomorrow that ends, I hate to use a corny cliche but No More Mr.Nice Guy. I just takes what's mine, yours, hers or his, Can never see an end, Build a wall of selfishness, To block out all the fears. I can't forget, I won't forget, I can't forget, I won't forget. Never any remorse, never any remorse, Always turning my back, Drowned out, drowned out, There's no compromise, Only hate inside. Feel no shame, Show no shame. Matthews he end line is for you, you should show no shame in defeat, you are an accomplished athlete but simplay not near me in complete performance level. I am far too powerful in my mind and in my strength. I see your story it does not imprees me, too many coincidence and far too many lies, I cannot believe that for a second and for the most part I know it is lies. WCW never had you in the name of unquestionable, and ECW never ever once had you on the roster or the House of Hardcore, the t-shirt urinating was also false. Also the coincidences everytime something happened there was a scout near by, that does not happen so often, you mind is living in an imaginery world from the rest of your body. But tomorrow the channel frequency for this world better be tuned in properly otherwise you will fall to the ground like nothing, like an amty mess of muscle. So Christoopher I know the next time you speak will be after the pay per view and by that time you will not hold the title, there will be excuses and accusations od me lying or cheating, or Dysan doing something illegal, but to let you know nothing will be deemed unfair tomorrow night, I mean nothing. Every drip of your blood will not mean a thing, no DQ the fans will just crave more, they are like enraged animals intent on blood, once they see it more and more is wanted, there need will not stop you, Dysan and I are here to feed them this need I am more than willing I have scars surrounding my face showing that I am not caring about welfare in any shape or form, as much as I dislike Dysan he is the same but you I do not know. That is why the welcoming was given out to you. I am welcoming you to my world, the realest world here there is no small font what you see is what you get but to see what you get is very hard. Dysan found this out now that his wife has gone from his life. She may be allowed to return I have not decided but it will always be scarred in her heart as well as Dysan's, he knows deep in his soul that he failed it was his fault, he was given ample warning. Syth lifts his head ever so slowly to look deep, penetrating the camera lense, his eyes stare right through it all. He then begins to talk with a slightly more angry tone than before. ~Syth~: Now Christopher I have seen your latest promo that Leary wrote for you and it was extremely unimpressive. You called me an upstart, thinking that I am ten times better than you when I am worse. Well that was untrue as I think not that I am ten times better than you, I know that I am an infinite amount better than you. I know that everyone in this company is below me, they can't hold strong to me, for the darkness is something that they cannot hide from. I hold the only escape because it is I that brings it upon people, there have been many to feel this even before you stepped fot in the ring in England. The rest of this poor promo is nothing but a mess of over the top love for your character, 'I will give you a comfortable ass kicking, it is my belt, Syth is a coward and an idiot.' Then to top them off 'I am the greatest'. You see tell John next time he does your little promo's for you that they are not to be so over kill on your character, the fake character that you do not hold close to you, your escape. Now after you watch this you will try and come up with some more of these restless rants and raves, but please just save yourself the task. Just look at me, look at you, listen to me, F*CK YOU! Now Dysan, you need no welcome as I feel you have already entered. As with Matthews, I also saw your last promo Dysan and it was suerior to Christopher's it still fell short of the mark. Your vocabulary is very limited and your choice of words makes you seem like some sort of neandrotholic mental hick. You almost confused yourself by simply trying to say you were glad to be able to hurt both myself and Matthews but then you confused me, it may be your slightly less developed head, but I do not know of any Jack's in the match tomorrow only Syth and Chris Matthews. Now maybe you confused Matthews with Jack, well go over the names I mean they do share an 'a' so I can see why a man like you would be confused. Then you watched my old promo and seemed upset by the fact I have your wife, well did you ever doubt that I had your wife you were pretty sure before. Also no I never learned my lesson as there was no lesson to learn, from you other than losing brain cells by watching you talk. I mean 'I will hurt you, I will hurt you bad' that has just cemented my point, don't think in my life of speaking to humans have I ever come across a guy that comes out with things like that, I am actually embarassed for you. The one thing that caught my attention and really annoyed me though was the fact that I would have to pay for your wife, well I know most men do pay for her pityful services but I abducted her to get at you not for her disgusting traits, so do not expect any money from me. The rest was a ramble that I do not care to dwell on, now I shall gain some rest for tomorrow is going to be a war, mark my words, a war. [ Syth who has up to know been speaking to the floor, with his head lowered now rises it, the hair covering it partially slides to the side revealing his scarred torn face, his darkened eyes, his face almost can be seen but not entirely. He gets up to a vertical basis then stares dead into the camera has the speaking starts up once again. ] |
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