Saint No More!

(We return to a normal hall of darkness, leading to a room that is dimly lit by a red light coming from what looks like to be the windows. The walls were a deep red, almost a crimson, with the black trim, surrounding the entire room. In the center of the room sits a wooden throne, at the foot of the throne sits dozens of limbs: legs and arms…lining the bottom. Along the top sat spikes, their sharp splintered edges embedded through heads. You can see the look of fear on them as the spike goes through the top of their skulls. Five heads line the top of the throne the very first was a woman, her hair pulled back tight into a bun. The second through forth were men, all of which had their heads shaved into a hard part and were wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses, on the lenses reads the words “SAINT NO MORE”. And the final was an old man, his long grey beard stained red as blood flows down the spike, his long hair pulled back into a bun like the woman on the other sides, the difference is that a smile was carved into his face. Footsteps are heard as Aiden Deimos emerges from the shadows to the left, his hair dripping onto his black leather trench coat. His black boots scraping across the floor as he approaches the throne. He slowly climbs the black marble steps that lead their way up the to the chair of Horror, he sits down, his hair covering his eyes, his chin down the red luminescent light dimly glowing behind him.)



Safety… it is very interesting thing that everyone takes for granted. They watch what they think they can handle, they see a challenge but one they believe they can overcome, But you see Blake, you are mistaken to fall for this frail concept of saftey, especially due to the things that you will be encountering very soon. You see you are right in that idea, safety in itself is a creation of a man that is full of fear, he convinces himself that he is…safe. But that is where I steps in, I am the monster that lies within the shadows, I am the embodiment of fear itself. Because it is when men feel the most secure, it is when men think to themselves they have nothing to fear, then…and only then will I willfully and without mercy tear that very hope from their chests. You see I sits here...listening to you babble about your past and the future, while your past is very important…a man NEVER changes…and your future is one of hopes and dreams, the very dreams that will become your nightmare Mr. Mitchell.


You are a man that thrives for something, a championship that you hold as your birth right, something that you deserve, but while you live grasping at immortality through an inanimate object, I have begun a movement…an idea. The very idea that will allow anarchy to save each and every man, woman, and child that calls this planet…home. I will lead them to a new era, an era without the confines that restrict a true battle of will, a man versus a man…a woman versus a woman, whoever is left standing is the true and rightful winner. A world without questions, a world without controversy, win or loss… decisive…complete…perfect.



(Aiden stirs in his seat. His hair shifts slightly along his brow. He reaches into the front pocket of his trench coat, and pulls out a blue chip. He flips it between his knuckles, up and down…up and down. A smile comes onto his face as he slides it in between the lips of the man’s head that sits square onto the middle spike. He pushes its jaw shut so it clinches onto the blue poker chip.)



You see I have always wondered if it really mattered to be blue chip athelete, to be looked upon as a man that is the best. To have expectations that will always be proceded only by his ego, but you… you know that you are ‘the next big thing’. The best in the world, at what, talking the talk, but when he comes into the ring by someone who was born within the bowels of hell, he will shake in his boots as he sees all of his past and future comes to a screeching hault. Living in the reality that I AM the man that as crawled from obscurity to reach his throne, built upon the blood of my enemies…undefeated. You see I have not always been looked at as the guy, for most of my life I have been deemed the underdog, the pipsquek, the nobody. But I am nothing more than a man of strategy, strategy conquers all, anger conquers all, anarchy conquers all.


Don’t get me wrong I look upon you and see a man with the dedication to do great things, the drive to surpass all of those that have come before him, but you did one thing wrong along the way. You signed the contract to walk into the ring with me. You see at Seattle Pro you may be able to get away with being a technically strong wrestler. But this, at Fallout, will be my realm, it will be the DEMONS WORLD! And you are nothing more than a man out of his element. I have no doubts in my mind that if you survive Fallout, you will become a great wrestler, but me… I am a champion. I am thee champion. I am the KING! I pure violent, sadistic, horrific, brawler, that thrives in places where I can create chaos. Because it is in chaos that I can take my time, I can methodically pick you apart bone by bone.



(Aiden looks amused, as his imagination runs rampid, you can see his eyes fluttering back and forth beneath his closed eyelids as he smiles and lets out a high pitched shriek that bounces off of the walls. A slight breeze makes its way through the halls.)



You have talked the talk, claiming that I am no hero, and you are right. I am not just any hero…I am thee hero of the generation. A man on a quest to free men like you around this world, to allow them to thrive in their own lives. To let go of the social constructs, let go of all of these social rules, the shackles that have held them down since the moment they entered this world. You see, many of the Christian faith believe that you are born into sin, and it is from the sacrifice of Jesus of Nazareth, the algid son of God, that you can be purified. So, I come to offer you an alternative. One that will allow you to succumb to your own nature, and FINALLY be…free.



Let it all go… Forget about the past, for it will always keep you from what you are doing in the now. You are about to inter the realm of a KING. You are about to enter a world that a simple wrist lock won’t be able to save you. A place where will have to walk heads first throughs hells gate and stand face to face with the destroyer of man, the creator of a more perfect futures, and the Champion of the WORLD! Blake Mitchell, like God did in the Christian Bible, I will come to you. I will walk into that arena and ready my fists, because it will not be easy, it will not be a walk in the park…but it will be the last anyone sees of Blake Mitchell “The Emerald City Saint”. Because at Fallout you will be the sacrifice for a much greater purpose, greater than sin, greater than the creation of this decrepit pile of dirt. You will be sacrificed for a vision, a vision of a better future, a vision where every man, woman, and child will succumb to their most basic instincts. Will fully except what they are, the top of the food chain, the ultimate predicator. They will be my sheep, and you the alter, and me the Shepard that will guide them through HELLSGATE to the horrors that lie beyond.



See you soon…my friend.



(The screen goes black.)