The scene slowly opens to a close up shot of Ty sitting on a old wooden floor, the WZCW World Championship set down on the floor next to him. The room is dimly lit by a few select candles, and as the camera pans out and turns around, it reveals Ty is completely surrounded by mirrors, sending his reflection in various directions. The camera turns back to Ty, who has lowered his head to his chest, his arms crossed tightly across his chest.
Ty: They say that a mirror is the gateway to a person's soul, a viewing point to the very depths of a person's spirit. What is it about your reflection that can hold your attention? The vain will admire their supposed beauty while the downtrodden will gaze upon themselves, cursing their luck and coveting the beauty of the vain. And yet, I myself am one for such folly.
Ty slowly raises his head and his face is covered in scars and cuts. Blood drips from various places on his body and he looks nothing like his usual porcelain like face. His eyes are sullen and dark circles trace the lower portion of them. His irises seem to have an absence of color, and they are also glazed over. He lowers his head once more and begins laughing maniacally. He raises his head once more and his porcelain like skin has returned, no blemishes can be seen, and his eyes are a vibrant red once more.
Behind the facade of one's reflection, lies the scars and brutality one has received at the hands of others. Such as it is for Barbosa and Gordito, when they face their reflection, they believe that their confidence and bravado is a truth they can cling to. The reality is behind the falsity of their beliefs, there is the doubt and fear eating away at their subconscious. They hide behind these barriers, hoping that they will never be seen.
Ty stands up slowly, pulling the WZCW World Title up with him. He begins walking across the floor, the mirrors enclosing in on him to form a perfect aisle. As he walks his fingers absently brush across the glass, cracking it upon his touch. His reflection bounces back at him from both sides as he strides slowly down the aisle.
The mistakes and blemishes have been hidden from those unable to perceive them, they believe that hiding these will make them seem perfect contenders for what is rightfully mine. Barbosa has the voices in his head, able to plan for any situation. Gordito has the will to fight through anything. They are foolish for believing either trait is greater than my own will and strategy.
Serafina's voice suddenly echoes throughout the room. Ty continues walking, the mirrors closing in on him more.
Serafina: Gordito gave you all he had at All or Nothing and nearly won. Now with Barbosa involved you must surely feel threatened.
Gordito was nothing until I spoke to him. I created this sudden fire that he has deep inside. As the creator, do you surely doubt I know how to extinguish such a flame?
What of Barbosa? He has destroyed all in his path including Gordito. His unpredictable state will thwart you.
And such his greatest strength is his greatest weakness. He himself knows not what he will do, thus the opening to end him will be wide open. When he cowers and becomes sheepish, I will break him, and not even his overt personality will be able to stop me from the destruction.
Ty stops in the aisle and lowers his head while lifting the World Title to his gaze. The belt sends off a soft glow that transmits from the mirrors as well.
Just as it was at All or Nothing, they have questioned my abilities yet again. Not only do I have the upstart Gordito, I now must deal with the shocking contender Barbosa. What chance do I have to walk out champion? It is very simple, I am not intimidated by the numbers game. The focus of Gordito and Barbosa is broken very easily as I proved on Ascension. They only see this title and not the monster standing in front of it. They have yet to learn, and as I imposed upon Dave, merely earning the title shot does not mean you have earned this belt.
Ty raises his head and his eyes begin glowing red. He begins gritting his teeth and his hair rises into the air as he begins walking, the cracking in the mirrors growing more noticeable as he walks past.
Barbosa has fallen for the same trap that others have. I am sure Gordito is no different. The Ouija has not taken kindly to such disrespect in the past, and it will continue to strike out against such mockery. Showtime and Titus has felt it's wrath after such comments. Do you know what this tells me Barbosa? You are desperate to find a weakness, and so you create one in your fragmented mind believing that to be enough to strike. A fatal mistake Barbosa, and soon you will understand that you have jumped into the very pit you had hoped to avoid. Once your limbs are severed, I will save your mind for last, and after I shatter your safety net, I want each of your personalities to experience the absolute of darkness. You will drag your broken self, hoping to escape from me as I relish in your realization of what exactly you have tried to attack. And when you have nearly reached the end, you will experience the very suffering that befalls those that believe the Ouija to be false, to be merely a toy. You will succumb to the Ouija, you will come to know it's true power, but it will be far too late for sorrowful apologies. For the Ouija knows no sympathy, and upon your soul it will feast, only adding fuel to my never ending power.
Ty continues walking down the aisle, the mirrors now right up against him. He pays no attention to them as his voice deepens, his eyes glowing with more intensity.
Foolish is the one who claims victory prior to the match. The Dark Ones grow restless waiting for the true contender.
And yet this is the final match until my destiny will be proven true once more. My true test is at Kingdom Come, and while you both may believe you are the next World Champion, you are nothing, pests merely blocking my way to that glorious day. Gordito, you had your opportunity at All or Nothing, and you came up short. Just like the Mayhem title, you came up short for my World title. Now you have one more opportunity to avenge your loss, but with what steam will you have? You have been proven weak by my hand, and when you could have put Barbosa away, you faltered to your greed. You still lack the necessary focus to face me Gordito, and now you must contend not only with myself, but Barbosa as well. While you may smile and pour my drinks like the dog you are, inside it is destroying you. To stand there and hold the World Title while you failed at your golden opportunity, I know it drives you mad. Your sentimental attitude will prove to be your biggest weakness Gordito, but fear not, you may have hope. Once you have lost it all, once you realize that way will afford you, you will understand that mercy is an unneeded emotion. You may have been in brutal Mayhem matches in your career, but I am chaos incarnate, and you will suffer. Your inclination to smile for the camera will provide your downfall, and I will be more than happy to send you there.
Ty stops and raises up the World Title, his eyes gazing up at it as a smirk suddenly forms across his face.
Every dangerous threat, every group who thought they could take me out, even a veteran with one last final grasp at glory, the greatest hero WZCW has known, and the greatest villain, none of them were able to defeat me! They have bowed to the beckoning of my hand, they have submitted themselves as nothing but weak mortals, and while the Ouija grows stronger, the ability to resist it's savagery has grown less and less. It's hunger not satiated, it directs me to destroy everyone in my path, so that it may feed upon your tears and anguish. I have grown tired of these games. They have thrown everything they could at me. I destroyed the Crashin Movement just as I said I would. I defeated Everest in one of Meltdown's greatest matches. I even won Big Dave his Lottery spot for him.
Ty throws his head back and begins laughing maniacally before slowly lowering the World Title to his shoulder. Thunder can be heard cracking in the distance as a storm begins brewing outside.
Do you not get it?! The Ouija has spoken nothing but the true future ever since I became the World Champion. And once more it has spoken about my victory, and my destiny at Kingdom Come. I want the very best to challenge me. I want someone who can take this title from me. I do not want lucky fools who happen to fall upon the opportunity to face me. My coronation awaits me at Kingdom Come and I will not allow either of you to take that from me! Do you not comprehend the depths of my abilities? Do you believe that simply dismissing my powers as fool's gold will make them go away? I am the King of Darkness! I am the master of my own realm, and that ring is my altar to the great Ouija.
Ty closes his eyes before slowly walking once more past the mirrors. He lowers his head slightly and his voice returns to normal as he speaks.
You two shall be the sacrifices the Ouija demands. And upon your broken bodies I will create the final steps to my macabre throne and I shall cement my legacy in WZCW. It is nothing personal, it is merely the will of the Gods. Fret not for your livelihood, you shall be known as the final martyrs that led to my most perfect masterpiece, a masterpiece that I will weave at Kingdom Come. No longer will you live as an anonymous cretin, scraping along to survive. You will be celebrated as the final brick and mortar to my destiny. Everything I have done in WZCW has led to that one moment at Kingdom Come, that one moment where I will become perfect, where I will be praised and worshipped as the only true warrior in WZCW. And once my crown is placed upon my head, I will command the respect and be revered as a god myself.
Ty finally makes it to the end of the mirrors, stopping at the end. He slips the World Title off his shoulder and raises his free hand high into the air.
It is time for the world to see. No longer will they stand staring at a reflection that does not exist, but they will be forced to see reality for what it is!
Lighting suddenly strikes down behind Ty and dances across the mirrors, the glass shattering upon impact behind him. As the deafening sound of glass crashing to the ground echoes throughout the room, the camera zooms in on Ty, his head lowered and his arm lowering to his side once more. Suddenly the room is silent, only for the soft rumble of thunder in the distance. Ty raises his head up slowly and stares directly into the camera.
Lethal Lottery will be known as the moment that I not only secure my place at Kingdom Come, but also the moment when my true contender is revealed. There is nothing either of you can do to stop me. For I am all powerful and all knowing. While they realize their failure masquerades as confidence, I see nothing in the mirror but the WZCW World Heavyweight Champion. And after Lethal Lottery, the world will see nothing, but the King of Darkness.
Lighting strikes once more directly where Ty stands and the feed goes to black, Ty's maniacal laughter can be heard over the rumbling of thunder. As the thunder dissipates, the feed goes silent.
Thus it is written
So it shall come to pass
