The camera fades in to a darkened room, the walls are colored a dark red, with the flickering light of dim candles dancing up the walls. A slow eerie song from a violin can be heard from the a shadow enshrouded corner. The camera moves towards the sound of the violin, revealing Serafina sitting on a chair and playing the instrument. As the camera gets closer, she looks up into it, her eyes showing a dull sadness in them, her violet eyes peering deep into the camera. Suddenly the violin catches fire and quickly envelopes Serafina before the candles in the room completely go out, leaving the room in total darkness.
Illusions can create many tricks. They can be manufactured such as the attempted feats of Houdini clones and they can also be as simple as the water's reflection rippling a certain way. Sometimes they do not require anything physical to create the mirage, but rather it can be all in one's mind. The confidence of one, may be just a false image of the ego's fear. It is in this illusion that one's ultimate faults may lie......
The candles suddenly spark again and provide enough light to see once more. Instead of Serafina in the corner, Ty sits on the same wooden chair with his head down, his hair covering his face.
I now stand on a precipice of success or failure. I stand on the edge of reaching the King for a Day match where I may claim my rightful opportunity at the WZCW World Heavyweight Title. A chance that has been denied to me since I have proven myself a worthy contender to that belt. No, the fools that fear the Ouija's strength have held me back, using their political power to keep me at bay. They have fed me nothing but rodents biting at my toes for the success that I have found here in WZCW. Men that have labored away for years to reach but the threshold that I have conquered immediately. At Ascension iit will be no different.
He raises his head slowly and looks into the camera, his irises a shade of dark red. He reaches out and grabs the camera, pulling it closer to him almost right against his face.
Mr. Baller, you feel the need to prove yourself, to rid yourself of the stigma of comedic effect. Your constant failings have you frustrated and angered over the fact you cannot achieve anything other than one cheap win against an opponent that may be more pathetic than yourself. You flounder in the ring, constantly blowing every opportunity provided for you. Last week you could have defeated the number one contender, and even then you couldn't execute a strike with a kendo stick. While Titus toys with his opponents, I am not so merciful. I will thrash you to the point that you beg Bateman to fire you, so as to never face me in the ring again. If you believe you can gain entry to the King for a Day match, you are sadly mistaken.
He stands up and backs the camera up into the middle of the room. A large white pentacle suddenly begins glowing under Ty as his voice deepens.
My fate has been shown to me, and my fate is to be victorious in the King for a Day match at Kingdom Come. Nothing can stand in my way. There will be no leeches to trip me up from my true calling. Doug Crashin found that out last week when he believed to have me defeated. It may have required....some...outside interference from the puzzling Serafina, but the fact remains my hand was raised in victory. Take a look at yourself Baller, you blame everyone for your failures and never fully accepting the faults that keep you from victory. Your mishaps and your undoing is no mere illusion, it is your weakness and your illusionary thoughts of grandeur that ultimately defeat you. You are like David Cougar without any success. I still haunt his dreams to this day, and even someone as successful as him has not found a way to claim victory over me, so what chance do you have against me Baller?
He shoves the camera away from him and grabs a chair next to him and hurls it across the room, breaking it into splinters against the wall. He begins breathing deeply, his hands clenching into fists.
Your chances against me Baller are nothing! I will lay waste to you and watch as you quiver on the ground in pain as the fear slowly creeps into your mind. Your entire persona will be stripped to a nothingness that not even holy light could bring you back from. Ascension is the final toll of the bell for you Baller, and I can't help but express how much enjoyment to be the one to hear the sickening crack of each bone breaking in your body. While you wither away like a cockroach getting stomped on, I will move on and become the WZCW World Heavyweight Champion.
He opens his fists and suddenly lifts his head up and closes his eyes, his voice becoming a whisper.
And what a day that shall be. When my rightful place as the absolute best is finally granted to me. The spilled blood of my opponents, creating the red carpet to my throne. I will earn my crown, but it will not be placed upon my head. No, it will be around my waist and glistening in gold. All will bow down to their tormentor and I will become the Exalted. Ascension is but another stepping stone, and like a weak clay brick Baller, you will crumble under the pressure.
The candles go out as Ty begins laughing maniacally, and the slow eerie violin song begins playing once more as the laughs echo off. The video feed cuts out as the song from the violin ends.
