When you call on the dark(O2 Darkside)

[Caden Zicari]

Until you call on the dark by Danzig plays though the sound system, lights fade, and the spotlight shades a deep red, shining upon the ring. Out of the dark, on the other side of the ring a lone figure slides under the bottom rope,mike in hand, he rolls to the corner,propping himself up there sit waiting. Raising the mike he begins.


Cut the music truck monkeys. [/b][/i]

unmoving he is silent again for a moment. Continuing now with a harsh whisper.

Ted Bundy said "I have known people who...radiate vulnerability. Their facial expressions say 'I am afraid of you.' These people invite abuse... By expecting to be hurt, do they subtly encourage it?" [/b][/i]

He now stood moving to the middle of the ring. The spotlight following him again he raises the mike slowly to his lips voice now alittle bit stronger.

I have a fantasy, or a vision if you will. I see myself standing here in this ring across from two masked giants. Then in this vision everything is moving fast, blood streaming, screams shattering the night air, but then the visions end and as Bundy has said "The fantasy that accompanies and generates the anticipation that precedes the crime is always more stimulating than the immediate aftermath of the crime itself." [/b][/i]

Moving around the ring head bowed quiet now letting his words sink into the bewildered fans in the arena.


Lifting his head a devilish smile creeps across his face. He starts to laugh silently at first but it grows louder and louder.Suddenly he stops eyes wide with the crazy idea that has floated into his mind.


Darkside come show yourselves . For I have an idea, an idea that will invite abuse. I expect to be hurt and ever so subtly encourage it. [/b][/i]

Grinning wildly now,he moves slowly back to the corner with his head bowed low now awaiting his coming fate with the anticipation that precedes the arrival of his intended executioners.

His voice is heard a feebly tentative voice "I'd like you to give my love to my family and friends." [/b][/i]

[DARKSIDE]

Within moments, the booming growl of Nightmare's voice is heard over the PA system....

ASK....and you shall...RECEIVE!![/b]

The pyro goes off and the lighting falls to a dim purple glow. The all too familiar Darkside entrance theme by Slayer begins to play and soon...Nightmare and Death appear on the stage! They raise their fists up as more flames shoot forth from the edges of the stage and more line the sides of the entrance ramp. The two monsters make their way toward the ring, walking through the corridor of hellfire between the stage and the ringside area. They reach the ring, climb up on the apron and step over the top rope to enter the ring.

With mics in hand, Nightmare and Death approach the strange man sitting in the corner....

Nightmare: You...have a lot of nerve....human. Coming out here all alone and speaking the name of Darkside. Asking us to come out and face you. Practically begging for your own demise. Very amusing![/b]

Death: Yes....amusing, and terminally stupid of you! Do you not know who we are? Our reputation precedes us wherever we may roam. Some companies have banned us from competing in them because they fear what may happen to their precious superstars.

They....are the wise ones! This place has granted us free reign to do as we please....and to do it to whomever we see fit. Now...we have......YOU! A suicidal little meat puppet, just "dying" for the honor of being mutilated by two legendary warriors!

Let me assure you, maggot....Nightmare and I would like nothing more than to grant that death wish of yours. But, the choice is yours to make. There is no game to be played here. Not this time! The end will come regardless of what you decide. Tell 'em, Nightmare![/b]

Nightmare: I can sense your feeble mortal brain just churning away, trying to make the best choice. It's all in how you want this to go down. Either, you can be put out of your misery....euthanized like a diseased octagenarian by the hand of Death. Or, you can afford me the pleasure of harvesting your soul and leaving your corpse to rot in the middle of this ring!

Of course, there's always "Door #3".... and you can bring new meaning to the term "handicap" as you are physically and mentally dissected by the both of us!

It's your funeral, insect. How would you like to die tonight?[/b]

Nightmare lowers his mic and stares down into the face of this man, waiting for his response.....

(tag)

[Caden Zicari]

Caden sits rocking slightly to and fro in the corner,hands clasped together clutching the mike,squeezing it. Darkside's words flow into his head, swirling like a dream, like a vaporous mist they dissipates, not really heard but felt. His hair falling into his face,he brushes it away. He sits there looking at the feet of the men that have come. Suddenly all the blood drains from his face, his eyes widen..... Much Much wider then they were before.

Tearing to his feet,his heart pounding in his chest. He moves quickly to the two man... then back to the corner again.. back and forth back and forth. Then abruptly stops in front of Nightmare his head down. Slowly he brings the mike level to his lips as a crooked grin forms upon his face. He begins to speak, low at first, but as the words start to flow his voice rises.


Demise?..... meat puppet?....maggot?.....Legendary? You call me a mortal man?

Pacing again back and forth. Back and forth.[/i]

Put me out of my misery? WHAT MISERY?

Stopping he leans over the rope looking down at the front row of seats. He rolls out of the ring. Scurrying over the retaining rail, he sits and puts his arm around a fan in the front row. Laughing now, voice still rising. Now it is at a fever pitch.[/i]


Alone yes yes yes I am alone yes yes yes that's right alone.hahahahha?!%!

Cocking his head, he scratches his cheek,then rubbing the back of his hand on his chin. Turning his head to the now very scared fan, held tight in his arm. Eyes now ablaze with ,a fire not seen before, the blood rushing back into his face.[/b][/i]


Did you hear what they said? did you? did you? Do you believe they think they are going to harvest my organs?
They think i have a feeble mortal mind. Well well ,speak up! answer me!!!

The petrified fan opened his mouth but nothing came out .Nothing but a gasp. Caden now shot over the railing ,under the rope, and back at the feet of Darkside. Shaking violently, raising his head, tears stream down his cheeks. He lifts the mike back to his lips.Very quiet now. barely audible.[/b][/i]

Suicidal? no Nightmare ....Dr. Death no i am not suicidal... nor am I terminally stupid. I am prepared to do what I must. What i must do is make an impact.

Suddenly blood started to trickle down his chin. Flowing briskly from where he had bitten the inside of his cheek. Wiping it with his hand he looks down at it. Red deep red. standing he looks at the two before him, calm now.[/b][/i]

Darkside.... It is time for you and I to do was we do best. You dish out a beating and i will receive it. Both of you.

Rage now filling him he steps back looking down at his hands. Clenching and un-clenching his fists. feeling the blood flow though his veins.[/b]

TWO ON ONE but too your surprise, there will be no funeral on this night. I will not fall by your hands this night Darkside. We'll both bleed and Bleed hard.

Then as if someone pulled a plug he sat again propped in the corner swaying to and fro clutching the mike between his legs shut off from the outside world once again.[/b][/i]

[DARKSIDE]

"Doctor" Death stands there looking confused at this man's peculiar actions and words as Nightmare simply looks down at the man and laughs under his breath. Before leaving, he wants to be sure his message has been heard and fully understood...

Nightmare: **gets down on one knee and moves in close to the man's face** Are you SURE this is what you want? I'll give you one final chance to change your mind, boy.[/b]

No response...

Nothing? A few seconds ago, you had a sliver of hope. Now...you've LOST everything! No hope! No chance at survival. Not now...not EVER!

LOOK AT ME when I talk to you, boy! Look me in the eye like a man, you weak, retarded little worm![/b]

No response...

Nightmare stands up, frustrated...

"Doc", our business here is DONE! This mortal fool is already dead on the inside. He has no respect even though his life's dream is to be publicly eviscerated by us. Pfft! Let's go.

Tonight, we're going to turn that kid's "dream" into his "worst nightmare!"[/b]

Nightmare runs his thumb across his throat and throws his mic down hard to the mat. He and Death turn and walk away from the man still cowering in the corner of the ring. Both members of Darkside step over the ropes and begin to leave up the ramp....

(tag/fade)

[Caden Zicari]

Nightmare's words did not fall on deaf ears. Caden had listened intently to them. The letters of those words now swirled before his eyes. Multi colored and beautiful floating listlessly in the air before his face. Slowly Caden reaches out with his left hand caressing softly, spreading them to and fro like smoke in a dream. Smiling, a very large smile, both rows of shiny teeth bared for the world to see.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he raises the mike in his right hand to his lips. A hoarse, harsh slightly hollow sound escapes Caden's throat.[/i]

LOOK AT ME!!! You say? Nightmare I have looked. I have seen you. I have listened.

Caden jumps up. across the ring his feet carry him, he leans over the top rope looking down upon the two men.[/i]

You talk of hope, of survival....did you not hear what i have said when i came to this ring at first?

He drops flat on the mat,then rolls under the rope. Landing on the floor. Upright eyes blazing,hair like a mass of wet straw. Dripping with sweat.

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”

Moving closer to the men now. Feeling the tension rise in him as he does so.

My reality and your reality will, after this match, be forever changed.
My strength will grow. The more pain I experience. And how do you gain experience? By receiving guidance. And tonight by your will and guidance I will grow strong. With strength comes power. With power comes Respect. And Darkside that is what i will gain Tonight.

Moving past them . Up the ramp to the stage. Back facing them. Hand on the curtain. Caden pauses, his shoulders slouch as if all his energy has been spent. He raises the mike to his lips, a weak raspy gasp escapes his lips.

Your respect

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