The Edge Of Sanity (ArKum)

[DARKSIDE]

Nightmare is shown standing in the darkness of his locker room, watching the events unfolding in the ring between Jason Dire and XDX. Dire mentions that "Doctor" Death has already qualified for the Elite Chamber match. His mind begins to wander in thought of something new to occupy his time until Metal Mayhem and the tag team championship match.

Nightmare thinks for a while longer and then storms out of the room with a determined snarl...

**minutes later**

The camera cuts to the arena as Darkside's entrance music begins to play and the pyro ignites on stage! Nightmare makes his way toward the ring and climbs in over the top rope. The ringside attendant tosses a mic into the ring and Nightmare snatches it out of the air...

XDX! Boys....I heard you out here, yakking and running your mouths about getting a shot in the Elite Chamber. Is that really wise? Think of it. You'll be locked inside an unforgiving structure of skin-shredding steel with a creature this world knows as...."Doctor" Death. A being you have all faced before...and will NEVER be the same because of it!

Only one member of Darkside needs to be in that Chamber match. Having both of us in there would be "unfair". So that begs the question....

"What do I do until then?"

Death has a full calendar with his title defenses and preparing for Metal Mayhem. So, my search begins for someone who is insane and plainly suicidal enough to enter this battle ground and face his "Worst Nightmare"! When I think of crazy bastards in this company...those who are truly out of their skulls and not just fucking retarded by nature....one name comes to mind above all others.

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! I now make my challenge known to you!

ArKum! I summon you to join me on this altar of sacrifice. It's time....boy! I come to claim my pound of flesh![/b]

(tag)

[cadaver]

ArKum comes out and shufles to the right and left. He then looks Nightmare over, before he enters the ring. As he enters he draws a mic from his mask.
You call for that which I. Lost in your boredom, you reach out to a masked creature. I am here apon request, wha is the reason for this. What be the need for you and I to be in the ring. Do you plan a battle of the mares of night and ever lossing lost one?

[DARKSIDE]

Nightmare looks down at ArKum with disdain...

Are you questioning me, boy? Do I need a reason to call you out?

NO! I DON'T!

Don't tell me you're acting confused to try and get out of this. You came out here, and you know damn well why! If you were going to play the "chicken shit" card, you should have stayed inside whatever sewer drain it is you live in.

But, in case you're getting all freaked out, let me assure you...insect. You have nothing to fear. I'm not going to hurt you...

....I'm just gonna bash your brains in![/b]

Nightmare laughs and lowers his mic as he stares down the strange man standing across from him in the ring.....

[cadaver]

ArKum moves in closer and lifts the mic.
With fear, I an not. If it's a match of blood you want, then I accept. Nightmare's only bring the fear to young. I have aged, and pain is enjoy. Live brings it, I embrass everything. If you want my blood take it. If another match type is what you want then speak the words.

[DARKSIDE]

Your blood? Why should I stop there, when I can take your career...your livelihood....and your decrepit soul?

Making you bleed is only the beginning of your suffering. It should not be the end of it. Not by a long shot! That's why...at Havoc...you will face me...in an Extreme Rules match.

You want pain, boy? You're in for a world of it![/b]