Flesh: Ohhh lookie there. But not yet Twitty. Not yet. You know I keep saying you'll end up alone...and something? I can't remember. You know you're quite the ladies man Twitty? ohhh yeah I remember now. Naked. Naked and alone. Stripped of everything. Far be it from ME to lie.

Immediately the M.o.A pounces. Hitting and pummling the net with all thier might. A pudgy hand is seen hitting the net from behind the camera a few times. Vice and Williams produce two more ropes and they tie Twilights hands and feelt. Then they tighten the ropes, and pull again. And Twilight, is stripped of everything. The camera is kind enough to keep the rating pg 13. Flesh's laughter is heard through the whole process. And the camera pans back. There sit's Twilight, crucified, naked... alone..

Flesh: Well I didn't want to dissapoint you Twitty. You wanted so much for a crusifition I thought I'd assit. In my special little way. Ohh you must be cold. (Flesh slaps his face harshly) You must feel pretty low right now. I mean hell no secrets for Syd now is there? (Flesh slaps the other side of his face). Didn't I tell you. (hits him with the Machine) I'd leave you naked (hits him again) Alone (again) Embarrased (yet again) Didn't I tell you that there is nothing in your protection? And like the god I am. I am proven right once more. You know I took the time to look back in your past as well Twitty. (Flesh produces a marker from the pouch around his waist and begins to write on Twilight) Thinking of all that you are
Sham

Thinking of all that you just could never be...
Failiure of protection...

All the people you've failed...
Mommies little boy....

And then betrayed because it suited you...
Crimson's little boy...

The M.o.A allows the rope to slide slightly. Twilight falls to the foot level of Flesh. Flesh shoves his foot in Twilight's face though his entire rant. As an eerie song is heard through the PA

Flesh: Right where I told you you'd end up. Right where you'll always be. You couldn't protect mommy, couldn't protect Crimson. Spat in the face of the man you say you respect. And where are those titles now Twitty. ... WHAT DO THEY MEAN. What are you now? The scum sitting prone, crucified, naked, broken, alone beneath my foot. (finally removes his foot from Twilight's face. I rise you up (the M.o.A pull the ropes, and lift Twilight above the tables giving a full view of Twilight's crucifixion, Flesh's eyes glaze over and his face snarls up in rage) AND I MAKE YOU FALL!!!!

The M.o.A ties off the ropes, leaving Twilight crucified, and hit him again. This time Flesh joins in. Shot after shot they hit him. They pull back Flesh grabs the ropes and holds them in postion appropriate for a crucifixion. He rasies his hand and waves bye bye with his two fingers. And then lets go. Twilight falls table through table. And ends up broken and prone on the upper deck of the stadium. Then the lights go out...

Suddenly a spotlight shines down from the rafters to land upon the arena floor. Within the glow of the spotlight stands the black shawled figure. Slowly she begins to move forward to the downed Twilight…her long shawl dragging on the ground. She begins to speak…

Miss Crimson: So do I have your attention yet my beautiful child? Are you ready to have mother kiss all your boo boo's and make it better? The playground bullies have once again humiliated you and you were once again too weak to stand up to them. That's most likely something Misery taught you…how to take the fall. Because he's taken many falls. Falls you know full well of and you should be embarrassed of yourself. But why concern ourselves with Misery? This isn't about him…this is about you and me. Misery to me is a nothing but a mistake I made a long time ago, but you…I can still fix my mistake with you. I can still make something good out of something so bad…Again I ask do I have your attention yet? Are you ready to open your eye's sunshine and realize who this is all about? The pain, tears, blood, anger, sorrow, and confusion…All of it about you. I escaped my past son…I escaped a deranged, egotistical, glory hound, for my own well being, but you…you are my future. Why do you continue to deny me? I am your mother…I am the Miss Crimson you always knew. Time has changed me perhaps my harsh words and direct attitude have confused you, but son I'm just trying to save you from yourself….from Misery's endless failure. A quest for an apology he never got…and he dragged you right into it. I'm so sorry.

Having come to a stop next to Twilight she goes down to her knees hovering over his battered and barely conscious body. Then very gently…lightly she lowers her head to him and through the shawl delivers a kiss onto his lips. She rises again the spotlight still upon her and takes a step back.

Miss Crimson: My dear sweet child. Sleep tight, don't let the MoA bite. Until next we meet my child. May I stay Forever in your fondest memories.

The lights go off and the arena is plunged into total darkness. A second passes and the lights come back on. The shawled figure gone…Twilight laid out upon shattered tables…

Suddenly Flesh's voice is heard saying, "Changed my mind. I'll kill you now!" The camera moves to Flesh. Flesh begins charging. He raises the Machine high in the air Suddenly a chair is seen slapping Flesh right in the face. Flesh hits the ground. Like lightning he leaps up in rage shaking the pain off. The camera pans to the swinger of the chair. And there. Stands the masked man with shortly trimmed white hair. He yells one word. "No." Flesh grabs the Machine. He charges again. The masked man opens the chair long enough for the Machine to go between it's folds. He closes it again and throws the chair back. Flesh loses his grip and both the chair and the Machine go flying off the view of the camrea. Flesh lands a blow on the masked man. The man doubles over. Flesh goes for his Mask but the masked man rolls towards Flesh grabbing his hands on the way. He rolls into Flesh and Flesh goes head over heels. The masked man thrusts with his feet and forces Flesh into a wall. The paramedics arrive for Twilight. Flesh and the masked man stare each other down. Flesh looks over to Twilight, then to the masked man.

Flesh: Fair enough. You don't matter in the end. (picks up the Machine) Tell him this. Make sure he knows. Tell him to find a way to hobble his humiliated ass to the ring on Friday. Put every strap he may have on the line. Tell him it's a scaffold rules last man standing match. For everything. I want his career to last. I want him to know I took it all from him….

Flesh takes his leave as the masked man takes a moment to check on Twilight's conditions. Then leaves as well. The scene fades with the sounds of paramedics.

OOC: Thanks to my head card writer Paul for as always, being the man he is and writing a card even if he doesn't feel like it. Thanks Paul for doing a great job as usual. I'll sign some more matches for the supercard and have the Night of Armageddon page shortly. Please rate this rather short, but exciting card. Also I need strats for tommorrow! You have until 9 my time which is two hours. This way I can write it straight out along with my card writer, no exceptions.