A plain white room fills the screen. The sun coming through the window merely enhances the sheer brightness of the room. There is complete silence, and the overpowering sense of the bright emptiness of the structure is the only thing that can be felt.
The camera pans out a little further.
On the wall, a slight outline can be noticed.
Slowly, the outline moves and turns towards the camera, away from its original position of facing the wall, until the face of Vengeance can be seen, contrasted against the whiteness of the wall, his white garb and hair lending him some measure of camouflage.
His face is impossible to read, looking straight at the camera with a hypnotic gaze, somewhere between fury and apathy.
After what seems like an eternity of silence, his eyes piercing, he speaks, slowly, no trace of emotion in his voice as it echoes around the room.
Pure, innocent, guiltless, undefiled... all things associated with white. From the purest snowflake, to the beautiful dove, to the virgin bridal gown. And yet...
He moves away from the spot where he has been standing, allowing the camera to focus on the smallest drop of red on the wall.
And yet the most innocuous of errors draws the eye away from the purity and focuses all attention on what is wrong.
Its all around you the quiet young person who eventually snaps and kills in cold blood, the alcoholic mother, the philandering business tycoon. The successful is overlooked, only the bad remains.
Tarjas love and devotion to me is overlooked by those who liken her to a harlot. My domination of WZCW for the last two years, my constant presence in main events is overshadowed by my lack of belts.
As it is written the evil men do lives on, whilst the good is oft interred with their bones...
He stops and looks at the camera, a flash of rage flickers across the piercing blue irises.
So be it with Titus.
Titus... you may have challenged all comers, you may have overcome all the odds to make it to the top, you even own a cage victory over Lars Reidar... but none of that matters. Because you can make all the apologies, you can undertake penance, you can climb hills on your hands and knees in the hope God will forgive you for your actions, and maybe he will.
But I am not a forgiving man. I have a long memory, and the years of masquerading as a superhero, taking tainted title wins as honourable, and now assaulting a woman... MY Tarja. Gods forgiveness only extends to the spiritual... you must face the consequences down here on earth beforehand.
He stops, taking a deep breath in as if to keep his emotions in check.
What you did, it goes beyond my wanting your belt, it goes beyond my issue with Vance Bateman, it even goes beyond why I let Ty continue to destroy you and didnt step in to assist him.
Unlike you, Im not a coward. I dont hide my intents and strike from the shadows. At Apocalypse, I will be in the ring waiting for you. I wont be hiding behind a cage, I wont be required to bury you, I wont even use a weapon.
You know me Titus, and I know you. Youve seen all the carnage left behind, all the illustrious names Ive laid waste to, all the less illustrious that Ive destroyed. Youve experienced the mind games, the parlour tricks, the shock and awe I can muster. I know your tenacity, your desire, but I also know the guilt that will be wracking your conscience at this moment. The guilt of knowing YOU put Tarja in hospital, YOU were responsible for the grade 1 concussion she suffered, for the neck brace she has to wear. I know it tears you up... because that knowledge does the same to me
He stops again, this time, the hint of a tear forming in his eye
I was the one you thought you were going for, I would have done the same to gain an advantage... but it WASNT me. And while I understand, I dont forgive.
All hint of emotion is gone, as the look of wrath reappears in his eyes. His face contorts into a mask of rage as he snarls
Apocalypse doesnt even begin to describe what awaits you. The Revelation gives a vision into the tribulations the apocalypse will bring on this world. Earthquakes, famine, pestilence death and eternal damnation... these will all seem desirable after the night is over.
And you know that unlike these new punks that come in talking trash, I have, do, and will continue to back it up. I hold victories over Titus, Ty, Showtime, Ricky, Everest, Carmen.
2 years ago, I came to do my Masters bidding, to purge WZCW of all the problems it faces. And at Apocalypse, that path will wind its way straight to its end. The anger still burns inside me at the abominations this company. Yet a little while, and the fury shall cease, but my anger will be the ruin of you.
Two years of disappointment, failed title shots, losses when it mattered the most, fear and respect, but nothing to show. Not even taking Eurasian and Elite X shots, two losses in KFAD, yet two title shots come my way as a result of my ingenuity and ruthlessness.
You have to ask yourself Titus.. do you feel confident enough that I'm going to choke again? Will the anger burn so hot that I forget my focus and give you the chances you need?
You are more than capable, Titus, but I have not only the ability, but the desire to take all you ever valued from you, like you tried to do with me at Meltdown. Only this time, Tarja won't be at ringside to be assaulted, so you are my sole focus, and I yours.
You have stirred me up to anger, and brought damnation on yourself, while I have sought absolution from the most high for my actions, I stand faultless, as the messenger of wrath.
All I deserve shall soon be. Titus first, and then they shall see and know...
He turns to face the white wall again, raises the hood, and speaks again, the muffled noise of the added hood distorting the voice
At Apocalypse, there will be justice, there will be destruction, the Dark Alliance will destroy the gnats who have provided nothing but distraction. The title will be theirs, and then the dark age will begin.
The hood drops, and the long, dark hair of Tarja falls down her back. She turns, the bruises on her face visible, before the sunlight flairs, blinding, and the camera switches off.
