Leon Kensworth walks into the trainer's room, Diabolos is being checked out by a doctor after his match with Grizzly Bob. He pushes the doctor aside and grabs Leon by the collar.
Diabolos: Do you feel it Leon? Do you feel it?
Leon: Um...
Diabolos: DO YOU FEEL IT?! Do you feel the energy flowing through the hand that is clenching your shirt? Do you feel it? Is it overwhelming? Can your body take it? Can your mind take it? Can your soul take it?
He releases Leon from his clutch and clenches his fist.
Diabolos: With this fist, I ended Grizzly Bob. I ended his career and sent him back to the woods to play with his dog. I knew he would not be easy, I prayed to the Old Ones that our fight would be brutal. It was everything I wanted to be and more. The longer the match went on, the more pain I inflicted, the more pain he endured, kick out after kick out. The more he fought on and the more energy he expended, the more THEY and I feasted upon it. Every punch and kick and slam was like taking a bite out of the juiciest steak you'll ever have. Every drop of sweat was like the finest wine your lips have ever tasted.
He paces around the room but never taking his eyes off of Leon.
Diabolos: It was the meal I was hoping for, the Old Ones foretold and the meal that everyone will wish was eaten. For it was WZCW's Last Supper. My belly is full but my hunger has only grown, Kittensworth. I am the lone bear, I stand atop the highest tree of the forest, top of the food chain. Bob was the only one who could have stopped me, but he failed and his body and career have payed for it. I am not a joke, I am not to be laughed at, I am not just a crazy lunatic spewing nonsense about bears and ancient gods. I am the right hand of the gods and I have just proven it. The legend of the Great Grizzly Bob is dead. The legend of Diabolos shall be eternal.
Diabolos gives Leon a titty twister and leaves the room.
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Diabolos and three of his skeleton henchmen, a small one, an averaged size one, and a large one, stand in front of a burnt down building. The night is dark and cold, but the skies are clear, the moon and stars in full view. He leads his followers closer to the building, the grass in front of it is overgrown and unkempt, beer bottles and trash litter the area. The smallest skeleton looks up to Diabolos.
Skeleton Girl: Why have you taken us here, master?
Diabolos brushes her chin with his thumb and sighs.
Diabolos: This is a symbol for Isabel Stone and a lesson you should all learn. This is a great dream that crumbled into ashes. Not all dreams come true, my children. Some fade away, some are traded away for love, and some turn into nightmares.
He walks over to a piece of metal in the grass, he picks it up. It's a sign that reads "Boys and Girls Learning Center".
Diabolos: The man who built this building had a vision and a dream. He wanted to provide a safe haven for the children of the community, a place for them to learn, grow and play. He would use his life experiences and connections to other organizations to help give the children a future.
Skeleton girl: Did he succeed?
Diabolos: His success was only temporary, he put his life and all of his earnings into this place. It went well for the first year, kids would come after school to play sports, do homework or just hangout. But when you build a place such as this in an area like this, trouble will always be around the corner. The local gangs didn't care for their younger brothers and sisters coming here instead of helping them commit their crimes and learn of their misguided views on life to gain more money.
He drops the sign and continues walking along the side of the building, a wooden fence still stands in the back, it's covered in graffiti.
Diabolos: Eventually the gangs started hanging around here as well. The man attempted to teach them that their ways lead only to death and imprisonment. They did not listen as most young men do. He tried to ask the local law enforcement to give him a hand ridding his dream palace of these young ruffians. But the police didn't care about this community or the people who live in it, they had given up hope. The man did not and continued to do his best but day by day fewer and fewer kids would show up. Fear of reprimand from the gangs forced them away from their dreams.
Large skeleton: He had to shut it down?
Diabolos: No, he left it open even though no one showed up anymore. One day he stormed out of the building and grabbed one of the gang members and pinned him against a wall. Shouting at the top of his voice at the young man, he pleaded "Please go away! This is for your brothers and sisters to have a good life without violence! This is for your future and the future of all of us! Don't you care?!". The young man pushed the man onto the ground and told him "Money and revenge are all I care about" before shooting the man in the chest 4 times. They dragged him into the building and set it on fire with him in it.
Diabolos kneels down and pics up a piece of charred rubble.
Diabolos: Isabel Stone is the old man, her WZCW is this building, and I am the gunman. Her dream is over, her nightmare has begun. Somewhere deep down in this great twisted mind of mine, lies respect for her. She had all the promise in the world to be one of the best to step foot in WZCW. But her dreams were misguided, just like the old man she didn't see that the world isn't what you think it is. Light and happiness do not last forever, eventually the darkness consumes all. I have already taster her fear, felt her anguish and dined on her suffering. But that was merely a show I put on to make a statement. This time I'll stop her bleeding and end her for good, just like I ended her. I will break her spirit and body finally. Whether it be the Cradle of the Old Ones or the Whirlwind of Death, it doesn't matter. Either one will suffice as the bullet through the old man's chest. I will crush you and your dreams and bury them in the place you loved the most, the middle of the ring. The Old Ones have commanded her demise and I shall oblige.
Diabolos throws the piece of rubble into the building.
Diabolos: Let's get some tacos.
Diabolos and his members walk away from the building, tentacles squirm out of the rubble and the camera pans up to the bright full moon being covered with clouds as the scene fades to black.
