So this is where we've been led to my dear Serafina. Why couldn't it have been as it was back then... when all we cared about was our next meal and what we would do that day....
The scene opens to a black and white shot of a younger Ty leaning against a brick building, a white flat billed hat turned backwards on his head, baggy jeans and a white shirt. He places his right foot against the building and brings a cigarette up and inhales slowly, letting the smoke out slowly. He gazes around the area, a few vehicles passing by but none of the occupants seem to pay Ty any attention. He lowers his head and rubs his eyes.
It was a warm evening that night, I can remember passing up my usual hoodie and leaving it at home, a rookie mistake in my line of business then. Nothing to conceal you, your face open to any stumbling drunk and crack head that so happened to be passing by. My partner and friend Anthony was to meet me on the corner of 38th and Avenue C. Yet I couldn't imagine what would have happened had he not been late. Ant, he was always focused on his women rather than business. Irony would have it business would cause his demise a few years later but I digress.
Man Anthony the hell is taking you so long? We gotta make this drop and then stop in to pick up the new product. I swear I'll bust you up if you ain't here in the next ten minutes.
I had been standing at the meeting spot for well over an hour. I was about to give up when suddenly a woman's scream could be heard down the street. This was not the time of night to be walking around alone unless you had become one with the streets yourself. I shook my head and cast it aside, perhaps a rat crossed in front of some unsuspecting girl's foot. Perhaps ominous spirits were influencing the night as my interest piqued at the echoing screams.
Ty drops his cigarette and puts it out with his foot before making his way up the street, his hands in his pockets as he walks. Vehicles no longer pass by, and there is sheer silence except for the echoing screams and the sound of shoes pounding the concrete. Ty turns the corner and catches a glimpse of two figures ducking down an alleyway. Ty makes a beeline for the alleyway.
I made straight for the blackened alleyway, unsure of what I may stumble upon. I grabbed an empty beer bottle from a trash can, the feeling of cool glass in my palm somehow easing the tension I was feeling. As I stood in front of the alley, two things became very clear. This girl was running from something only converged in nightmares and horror stories, and I was walking into a situation I had no business being in. The girl was wrapped in odd clothing that took me a moment to recognize. Old Romanian style clothing, a gypsy woman. Her eyes were filled with fright yet a wariness that spoke of her troubled past. Cornering her was a cloaked figure, a hood concealing it's features. It towered over the woman, a decayed looking hand reaching for her. I knew I had one opportunity for surprise so I sprung forward, smashing the bottle as hard as I could into the back of the figure's head. To my surprise it barely recognized the disturbance, that is until it swung around and slammed me back first into a wall, that decayed hand gripping my throat firmly. You could say this was a man, but his face said otherwise. Red glowing eyes, gnarled skin and yet an intensity about his face that spoke of wanton horrors no mere mortal should face. I gripped the decayed hand and struggled about as I could hear the girl pleading with the figure to release his hold. To my credit I connected with the hardest right hook of my life, a punch that would have shattered plexi glass. It stunned the creature enough for me to get away from his grip. Yet it wasn't the physical damage that echoed through my bones, but the words he spoke after.
Prostie baiatul. In spiritul mai sus va face o deosebita placere varsat singele tau peste aceasta strada blestemata.
It was suddenly that a dark essence burned deep inside me, begging to come out. I had my own demons I dare not share, but something tugged at me. It was at that moment I leaped forward and with vigor, attacked the cloaked man. My vision turned red and my memory fails from that point. Soon I regained consciousness and I stood, holding the cloak of my enemy, yet no trace of my savagery. The girl had covered her face in the corner, and so I knelt in front of her. I was not one for deep emotional connections, but it was at this point there was something about her, something that spoke to my soul. I ran a hand through her black tresses, comforting her. I asked what her name was and she gazed up at me with those violet eyes and meekly responded.
Arianna...
The scene fades to black and returns to present day Ty standing behind a marble altar, a black cloth adorning it. Potions and bottles are placed in the corners. Serafina's limp body lies atop the altar, her hands clasped atop her abdomen. Ty looks down at Serafina and runs a hand down her cheek slowly with the back of his hand.
And so it began, the gypsy woman and her street urchin. A pairing that almost seem too fitting. Yet she was the one thing in my life that actually mattered. The lone violet that grew from the concrete surrounding me. If it were not for that fateful day Showtime, you would not have had the opportunity to take her from me, in fact I may be more unstable than you already perceive me to be. And yet for you to truly understand what anger and rage you have caused to bubble to the surface, there is more...
The scene fades out and returns to the black and white shot prior, only now inside of a poorly kept graveyard. Rain drops down from the sky as Serafina stands in front of a freshly buried grave dressed in all black. Ty stands next to her, his hair tied back and wearing a black suit. He places an arm around her yet no words are said.
A year passed since that fateful night, when Arianna's mother and only family member in her life passed suddenly. Doctors could not figure it out and the cops wrote it off as a natural death. Arianna, I should say her currently known name Serafina, and I both knew otherwise. We were the first to find her, and the symbol painted upon the wall spoke of a more nefarious cause of death. Realizing what they may do to us if we claimed the occult was the cause, we cleaned the wall before the proper steps were taken. Arianna always feared her attacker would some day return, and in a way I didn't doubt that I was a target as well. This may have been a message to the both of us, but it was a thought neither her nor I could bring ourselves to consider at this moment.
Ty....
Her voice, still even to this day, a man possessed by the Ouija and the spirits it harbors, would fall prey to such a voice. I suppose that's why you were sucked in so quickly yourself David. Yet this was a tone I never wanted to hear from her, a tone that spoke the volumes of sadness enveloping her.
Arianna, I am sorry.
I have no one Ty, no one except you. But there are things I can't tell you about that only my mother would truly understand. I am the last surviving member of my clan. Secrets I know may not be passed to strainii.
I knew the words she spoke as true, after all, how could I tell her myself the demons that surrounded me at all times, ready to claim me from this realm and sacrifice my soul for their own gain? There were no words I could say to convince her otherwise, nor did I want to. Yet there was one phrase that I could only whisper to alleviate her broken heart, or at least in my mind bring as much comfort as I could.
No matter the cost Arianna, I will be at your side. I will be the one that protects you, the one that holds your hand no matter the situation. I may not be able to share the burden of your clan, but I will be your protector.
She looked up at me with those pleading violet eyes once more, her lower lip trembling. She buried her head into my chest and my arms wrapped around her tightly, shielding her as much as I could from the shivering rain.
Ty....
The scene goes black.
Thank you.
The scene fades back to Ty standing over Serafina, his hand has not moved from her cheek as his face contorts in anger.
I was to protect her Showtime, she was the only one who understood who I was, even as I became closer to becoming the King of Darkness. The one ace up my sleeve who gave me the determination to destroy every enemy in my path, just as it was the first time she and I met, just as it was when we first met in the Eurasian Tournament. An angel who watched over the demon, and you took her away from me. You fooled her into believing you could give her what she wanted. You took advantage of her nature and forced her to become something she wasn't. My anger grew as I watched you parade her around as your pet project, so much so that I put your head through a window and brutalized you so thoroughly that you hid behind a security force. You started your conspiracies saying I was controlling everyone. Your mind fracturing as you realized the grave nature of your mistake. And so as you fell deeper into my madness, you took it upon yourself to destroy the one promise my humanity still held, and that was to protect Serafina.
Ty's hand suddenly balls into a fist and he slams it down onto the altar, cracking the marble beneath him. He lowers his head and he begins breathing heavily, his anger visibly showing now.
What you have done is unforgivable Showtime. To attack a woman who had no way to defend herself. To use her like that. It is unacceptable. You will pay for your insolence David, and you will pay for it in blood. Your sins have been sealed, and the penance necessary already spoken. You will claim it to be reason of insanity. You will claim one of your "friends" told you to do it. So I ask you of this Showtime, bring every one of those voices, bring the entire group, because I will silence them one by one inside your head until there is nothing but the maddening sound of silence. Maybe then they will lock you away and you will experience what I survived through.
The scene fades out before coming back to the black and white shot once more. The camera focuses on the metal door of a padded room. Suddenly someone or something slams itself into the door, testing the solid hinges upon the door. The person continues slamming against it. The camera moves towards the window and Ty suddenly slams face first into the bulletproof glass. A psychotic look covers his face as a sneer forms on his face.
Kill.....kill them all. Tear them apart piece by piece. The Ouija commands me to escape and find it. I will kill them. Why are they all staring at me! Quit staring at me you pathetic maggots. I will make you squirm under my foot. Let me out of here..let me out....LET ME OUT.
You cowards! You lock me up and don't expect me to make my way out eventually? You will all suffer for the Great Ouija speaks of all your demises. I don't need a damn taser to make you all suffer. Shock me now, come on...DO IT.
Madness, chaos, homicidal thoughts are all that have consumed me this past few months. I feel my grip on reality slipping slowly each day they shock me. Everything has become surreal, I feel the presence gaining firm hold of me. I have but one last thread to humanity, my dear Arianna. She has visited less and less, though how much of that is her and those evil doctors.. no they are not evil. They are trying to rescue me from myself. But they must be keeping her away! Why would they keep my dear Arianna from me?
Ty suddenly drops down into the center of the room, his head lowered to his chest as he quits fighting against the straight jacket wrapped around him. He breathes heavy and begins mumbling inane words in various languages.
I can't wait for her any longer, the darkness has invaded, I have failed you....
Ty suddenly leaps forward once more and begins slamming against the door. The door suddenly open and two muscular men grab a hold of Ty and toss him across the room. He crashes into the wall and rather than wince he begins laughing maniacally.
Evening gentlemen is it time for my daily near drowning? I have been waiting oh so patiently, you see it really is the highlight of my night. When I gain my revenge upon you all, I may just spare part of your insignificant lives. You will be maimed, but I will let you live.
The scene fades to black as the two men drag Ty away while he kicks his feet on the ground and continues laughing. It then fades into Ty standing sitting down against the marble altar, his head lowered and the WZCW World Heavyweight Title raised up in front of him.
Do you believe me to be afraid of your supposed mental issues Showtime? Am I supposed to feel even the slightest twinge of sympathy for where you find yourself at this moment? Do you think I care?
Ty snaps his head up and his eyes are wide, the irises slowly beginning to glow red. A sneer forms upon his lips as he stares dead into the camera.
You will be treated with kids gloves, doctors saying everything will be alright. Your food will still be catered to you every evening. You will know nothing of the horrors that I was put through. The needles, the electroshock therapy, the endless drugs being forced down my throat. You see Showtime, those doctors insulted and angered me just as you have. Do you wish to know what I did to those doctors Show?
Ty lowers his head again and the camera zooms in on Ty as he begins laughing uncontrollably, his body shaking and trembling as well. He snaps his head back up once more and grabs the camera, pulling it close, his voice becoming a whisper.
I slaughtered each and everyone one of those bastards. I spared no one as my rampage began. They all felt the pain and suffering they delivered upon me. I gutted them, the Chaos symbol burned for days after the blood I fed it. They condemned the building shortly after Showtime. They were so afraid of what I had done that they completely burnt the building to the ground. What will you do after I deliver the same fate to you? You will wither and you will become just another victim Showtime. Just another number to my insurmountable mountain of bones and broken bodies. But I will reserve a special place for you, for your skull will become the final jewel upon my scepter.
Ty continues laughing uncontrollably, his feet kicking up dust with his inane actions. He gets to one knee, the laughter echoing throughout the hall.
And then they will believe me, they will believe when I say that my throne was created upon the broken souls and the sorrowful cries of my victims. And you will join their eternal serenade David, you will join their cries for a savior, their cries for mercy, and their cries of suffering. You will watch as I ascend to my final goal, the goal you could not prevent me from reaching. Your jealousy will be your final undoing, your dishonesty that last nail in the coffin.
Ty lifts up the WZCW World Heavyweight Title and stares down at it, his fingers moving along the raised portions of the title. He then looks at Serafina and then back to the title.
And so this is what it has become, my WZCW World Heavyweight Title, the pain you have caused me and my future Queen, your petty jealousy, and your ego. I will rip away anything you cling to as your inspiration. I will destroy the desire you hold in your heart, and soon your very will belongs to me. As it has been since the beginning of this David, I will hold everything, and I will leave you with nothing.
You want what belongs to me Showtime, and you believe it is as simple as that. The complexities of my hatred for you burns brighter than the brightest sun. Kingdom Come is the moment I finish what I started as I dragged you into the madness I seeded inside your mind. The voice of doubt will creep in as you try in vain to fight against the darkness, just as it was the first time we met. Yet I took compassion for you when I saved you from Vengeance that fateful night, perhaps a truce would end this. A foolish thought on my end, and while you watched me make a man you had no power in stopping submit to my will, you understood just what you helped recreate. You watched as your first opportunity to claim the world title fall through your grasp, and it went to your rival, the man who has one upped you in WZCW for so long, and now I shall do it once more.
Ty walks back to the altar, placing the World Title underneath the clasped hands of Serafina. He looks down at her once more before turning back to the camera.
She is what you failed to utilize Showtime. An opportunity to use my greatest asset as a weapon against me. Now she is the fire that burns inside, the reason that I will walk into Kingdom Come and decimate every thread of your being. She will be why I will make the reality of the situation very clear to you as each blow brings you one step closer to bowing to the man who made you what you are. Every great moment in your career, I was there pulling the strings. You are right Showtime, I have been the puppet master this whole time, but it has been you alone who's been pulled along like a puppy following it's master. It is time for me to put you out of your misery, to destroy that which has been created by my hands. Your jealousy of my success, the very thought of me being better than you drives you to the point of insanity, and yet even in your failed attempt to reach my mentality, I have been ahead of you. You have given me every inspiration, every thought that drives my need to make our match at Kingdom Come a slaughter.
Ty turns and walks around the altar and raises his arms straight out, his body levitating up to appearing Chaos Symbol. The symbol reacts and a red glow begins surrounding Ty. He raises his head and his eyes close as he lets the energy fully envelope him.
Chaos reigns supreme over all Cougar. Chaos is what will ensue at Kingdom Come. This is not just a match Showtime, this will be the final war where the King of Darkness proves to be the almighty victor. And the failing enemy will fall to one knee and bow as the broadsword comes down upon his neck. This connection between us will be severed, and it will come to a bloody end. I have been on the same path since I came here Showtime, and each time I have stepped over your broken body and elevated myself into the grand picture, while you were forced back with the masses. Loss after loss, while I simply dominated each opponent given to me. Your struggles to finally regain another opportunity against me will go in vain Showtime, and I will see to it that I put the final stake to your heart.
Ty floats down slowly from the Chaos Symbol, the red energy dispersing around him. He lands softly in front of the altar, his eyes glowing a menacing red now.
The history of our battles have been sung as legendary, yet you cling on to unimportant victory, hollow successes that have had little to no impact over the course of this path. Every opportunity in matches of importance you have failed to me. The Eurasian tournament, the three way match with Callahan, and my greatest victory yet, the Hell in a Cell. What has happened in each case Showtime? You faltered, you came up short and were forced to watch as I took that next step to the glorious arising of my name as the choirs had no choice but to sing the praises of the brutal thrashings I have delivered upon you. Kingdom Come will be my greatest, and as the angels and demons surround my throne, kneeling down with reverence to their new lord, you will lie upon the steps leading to me, your body broken and bloodied, your mind scattered and your soul's flame extinguished, my queen will send you down to my dimension, where you shall pay for with eternal suffering and anguish. You will beg for forgiveness, you will plead to be returned to the safety of your padded cell. Yet the final vision you will see, is the triumphant arm of the WZCW World Heavyweight Champion being raised, and the crowning of the King of Darkness.
Thus it is written.
The feed cuts back to the camera looking down upon Serafina from above. Her eyes suddenly open wide and her hands firmly grasp the WZCW World Heavyweight Title.
So it shall come to pass.
The feed fades to black as it returns one final time to the black and white shot. Ty and Serafina sit together on the edge of a city bridge staring down at the river below. Serafina looks at Ty with a concerned look.
No matter what happens Arianna, we will reach the top.
The scene fades out and fades into the ring at Madison Square Garden, the marble altar sitting in the middle of the ring, Serafina sitting up upon it holding up the WZCW World Heavyweight Title as Ty stands behind her.
No matter what the cost.
The feed cuts out.
