The scene opens to a run down and decrepit graveyard. Shattered headstones and overrunning foliage cover the ground, almost masking the graveyard's secrets. The sound of digging can be heard momentarily, then the sound of a shovel being buried deep into the ground rings through the feed. The camera moves throughout the crypt, focusing on various names on the remaining headstones. A concrete gargoyle stands in the center of the graveyard, casting its eerie yet watchful eye over the entire field. The camera turns again and stops in front of two freshly buried holes. A shovel stands straight up in the air between the two six foot drops. The camera moves up and reveals Ty Burna standing there, leaning against a headstone.
Ty: The fall of the acclaimed, the descent of the celebrated. The revelation that a serpent indeed can be disguised as a champion of virtue. The meek shall rise up, in hope that they can put a stop to the traitor they all whispered him to be.
Ty walks forward and pulls the shovel out of the ground and rests it across his shoulder. His eyes cast downward, his hair covering his face. The clouds break, momentarily letting the moonlight shine down upon the World Champion. Just as it shines, it scatters immediately, the dark ominous clouds retaking their claim to the nighttime sky.
They have spoken words of ill will towards me for so long. Even when I championed myself as a man of the people, someone they could be proud of as champion, the bitterness and envy only grew. How could a man so intent on destruction gain the love and adoration of the people? Why can they not see through his lies? Tell me, tell me the stories of how I manipulated everyone like mere whimsical strings. Tell me how I was behind their every loss, how it was my fault they could not achieve what they hoped for. I want to hear the fables one more time, just so I can savor that bitterness and hatred one last time. There is nothing sweeter than the tears and blood of broken men, merely fighting against the tidal wave of suffering I have brought forth.
Ty lowers the shovel from his shoulder and spreads his arms out, slowly raising his head and revealing his glowing red eyes. He throws his hair back and smiles wickedly, staring dead into the camera as the wind picks up.
It is as I said on Ascension, all they ever did was look to take something from me, and when they couldn't even accomplish that they fell back onto the same tired excuses. The mind games I played, the manipulation. Yet there is one thing I never hear. That they were intimidated by me. They will never admit it. They will clutch to their well worn excuses like a child to his blanket, comforting themselves that it was not their talent but my trickery and games that caused their downfall. And so, I stood their as my talent shone through, the longest reigning WZCW World Heavyweight Champion in history, yet those that I have trampled over still clamored that it was not my talents alone, no, that it was some outside force. Some have accused me of having Myles and Bateman in their back pocket, some have said I have certain powers backstage. But the fact remains they stand here, bitter that they could never defeat me. They cannot take the most prized possession in this company. I stand at the forefront as the absolute best. I feel their hatred burning a hole through the back of my skull. They all want something from me. The people, my opponents, the politicians in the back. I believe it was time for me to take something. The people meant nothing to me. Not like they do to Austin Reynolds or Alex Bowen. While they may have stood behind me, I did not need their support to accomplish what I have. They thought of me as their hero, when in reality, I was their destroyer.
Ty lowers his arms and his head once more, slowly beginning to laugh which builds to a maniacal cackle, his body shaking from the force. He reaches out and grabs the camera, moving it towards the headstone on the left, revealing the name Austin Reynolds wrote on it.
Reynolds, what have you done to deserve another opportunity at my title? Did the powers that be decide you were good for ratings and granted you another shot? What have you done to deserve it? Your last victory was due to me crushing Ale's thick skull with my World Title Belt. Ale, the very same man I dissected and defeated soundly. So who has the owners in their pocket? You constantly whine and complain to Myles, you weren't pinned, why hasn't anyone found Hayley? Quite honestly Reynolds I'm surprised you haven't made the plea to make me fight you one handed just on the off chance that might give you an advantage over me. So very typical of you, the moment something doesn't go your way you begin your poor pathetic woe is me routine. It's quite pathetic to behold Austin. So what better way to test you then to take your most important person. I could have destroyed Dominic at a moment's notice, but I am not a savage like that. I might as well live up to my reputation as a manipulator and master of mind games, so I took your precious Hayley. You know the sad thing Austin? You went on as if nothing was bothering you. No tears of sorrow, no breakdown or pleading. How much do you truly care for this woman? Perhaps she is better off with me in the end. She would serve much more dutifully as Serafina's playmate than your princess to be saved in waiting.
Ty grabs the camera again and swings it over to the other headstone, revealing the name Alex Bowen. Ty slams the shovel hard into the headstone, chipping off a portion of the top . He slams the edge of the shovel into the divot he created and leans against it.
So Mr. Bowen wishes to be the almighty hero that Austin Reynolds cannot be. He believes himself to be some great Mayhem warrior because he has taken out the scraps in the dollar barrel of WZCW. Has that one teaming with Titus given you delusions of saviorhood Bowen? I know your type Bowen. You skate by on the border of mediocrity, relying on your weaponry as a crutch to your limited abilities as a warrior. You sit and plead for attention, you get talked up by Titus and amped up by Reynolds. Yet what do they do when they are done with you? They walk away and don't bother with you yet again. So now you stand, oblivious to the situation you're in. So I did you a favor Alex, I asked this match become a Mayhem Rules match. But you forget one simple thing, I was once Mayhem Champion myself, only I do not fall back on the garbage wrestling you use. While you rely on light bulbs and ridiculous items to get you over with the crowd, I simply destroyed my opponents in any way possible. So while you pander to the crowd, finally satisfied with what little attention these leaches give you, I will be wrapping a chair around your head. Once it is over you will understand that Mayhem cannot stand up to the very power that Chaos feeds into me. I will then drag your worthless carcass and bury you just like I have buried every opponent of mine in the last year. The dirt will be the closest you have to death's sweet embrace, sucking the air out of you bit by bit until you have choked upon your own words and ego. You are worthless Bowen, your Mayhem rules, and your pathetic Mayhem belt. What sort of champion takes pride in a shattered belt that's been taped up? Perhaps I will do you a favor then Bowen. I'll take your duct tape belt and throw it in the trash along with your career and I'll reintroduce the proper Mayhem Championship. The one that I put pride in carrying, the belt that I put my life and body on the line to possess.
Ty lifts the camera back up and stares dead into it, gritting his teeth and raising his hand up into the air. He motions for something as his voice deepens and he begins speaking once more.
Whether you let these parasites use you as their lapdog or not Bowen is none of my concern. What is my concern is your typical comments and constant badgering of me. At Meltdown I'm going to crush this little ant nipping at my heels, begging for credence in this company. You want justification Bowen? You want attention? You have my full and clear cut attention for the entirety of my clinical dissection of your mind and soul. As I peel back layer after layer of your mental, you will beg for mercy, the great Mayhem "God" falling victim to Chaos Incarnate. And as Chaos feasts upon your inner most fears and phobias, the eclipsing of your boisterous words will be drowned out by the choir of your screams. Every thread in you will cry out pleading with the Incarnate to stop, though there will be no response, only the final shredding of your ego and the realization that you stepped up to face a true God!
Suddenly Serafina can be seen leading a blindfolded Hayley into the picture. Ty smirks evilly as Serafina shoves her directly in front of him. Serafina walks away and appears to be pulling something towards the scene.
Ah yes, Hayley, how pleasant of you to join me.
Hayley: What...what do you want with me Ty? Why have you done this? I can't be of any use to you.
On the contrary, you're the most important piece to the puzzle my dear Hayley. You see, Reynolds is hell bent on taking my WZCW World Heavyweight Championship from me. He will go to any lengths to obtain it, or so he says.
He will too! You're no match for my Austin. He'll rescue me and then he'll beat you Ty!
Such a shame. He only gets to do one or the other.
What do you mean by that?
As I have so noted, He gets to choose between you or his shot at my World Title. Now my dear, what do you think his choice will be?
Hayley goes quiet for a moment as begins laughing maniacally again. Serafina continues pulling something, it appears to be a clear see through coffin. Breathing hole scan be seen on the sides and top of the coffin. Tears begin running down Hayley's face as she bites her lip, realizing the situation finally.
So because of me he will have to give up his world title shot?
I'm afraid that is the case Hayley. Though, why would you want to be saved by a man such as him I know not.
He's the love of my life! We've been together forever and we are to be married soon.
Ah wedding bliss yes. I understand now. However, have you thought about how little he cares about your opinion? That evening we took you, you pleaded with him to listen, yet what did he do? He shrugged it off and as a consequence of that action here you are.
He had a match..
A match that didn't make much difference if he won or lost. Instead of taking care of you, he focused on himself, and only himself. He didn't care about your well being.
Hayley goes quiet again, more tears streaming down her face and she finally breaks down crying outright as Ty continues speaking.
And so the next week, instead of graciously accepting any help in finding you, he shoved me away. Time after time I offered to help, yet he didn't accept. Had he accepted I would have "discovered" you and returned you to Reynolds, and that would have been the end of it. I would be hailed a hero once again and Reynolds would be too weak mentally to defeat me at Apocalypse. Instead I crushed him, and revealed the true beast that has always been in the shadows. But instead of simply taking the easy route, he pushed me and continued to attack me. You know the most pathetic part Hayley?
Wh....what?
Did he show even a bit of remorse for your situation? No instead he took his time doing his promotional work, writing letters to his fans, even doing his Ratings Spike interview with Mr. Baller. Take that into consideration Hayley, he coveted doing an interview with Mr. Baller of all people rather than searching for you. And here I am, trying to speak the truth to you, so who has shown more concern Hayley? Your precious Austin who has been too busy being a big superstar, or the man who tries to comfort you with the writing on the wall?
Hayley falls to her knees, her head to the ground as she takes it all in. Ty kneels down and puts his arm around her in a comforting manner.
There there, it's alright Hayley. Once Reynolds decides to keep his World Title shot rather than save you, you are more than welcome alongside me and Serafina. We won't treat you like a lost glove in the back of the closet. We won't take our sweet time to find you like Austin has. You will be a goddess among the heathens in WZCW.
Austin would never abandon me like that!
Hayley tries to headbutt Ty but he simply shrugs it off. Serafina grabs Hayley and drags her up off the ground and tosses her into the open coffin. She slams the door down as Hayley struggles in the coffin. Serafina locks it quickly as Hayley pounds on the door as Ty cackles once more.
I will leave you with your thoughts Hayley. You have a lot to digest until Meltdown. Consider this, a comfortable place to meditate. I for one cannot wait for Reynolds' decision. The ego maniac he truly is will shine through. The question remains, what will I do with you my dear Hayley.
The graveyard suddenly goes pitch black as Ty laugh echoes throughout the crypt. Hayley's whimpering and screams can be heard as well, intermingling with the laughter. The screen goes black as the laughter and screams fade. A few moments pass and suddenly a shot of Ty lying on top of the clear coffin, his face merely separated by the glass coffin from hers. He holds the WZCW World Championship down next to Hayley.
Time is ticking Reynolds, Meltdown approaches and the Ratings Winner will bow before the King of Darkness as he is forced to make his choice.
The feed cuts out.
