X-treme Wrestling Federation

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him. -Antonin Artaud-

"Understand that I am no friend of yours, nor am I a friend of the people. At least...not the people you think."






Mystery stands at the end of a darkened corridor with his head cocked to the right his body language reading quizzical. The camera can only pick up his pale, white face. It is plastic with the left side smiling and the right side frowning as if comedy and tragedy mutated together. Long black hair curls out around the noticeable mask covering any skin that could be showing. The voice is muffled and deep, the man behind the mask is hooked up to a voice modulator barring anyone from recognizing his voice. He stands in the corridor staring at the camera with his black, dark eyes engulfing the attention of the room.






"The people are the ones who wonder and dream about a life away from hate. A life away from the others who deem themselves better. The rich who break the poor, the bullies who make the children cry and the politicians who laugh in the face of the ones they represent. You kings are all the same. You build yourself up as this great force for the people and then spit in their faces. You break them down until they are the pile of mud you deem that they were born from."





He slowly walks forward, his figure coming more in with the camera as the window light shines on his zipped black hoodie, the hood over his head. Black gloves cover his hands as well as black boots and black pants cover the rest of him. He leaves no part of his body recognizable. He steps further into the room and the camera zooms out to catch the room. The walls are covered in blue wallpaper, with clouds painted around the room. A book case filled with an assortment of plays and novels sits to the right side of the window. Light shining into the room as rain washes over it. A babies crib is center of the room with a mobile slowly spinning over it. Blood drips from the mobile onto the sheets in the crib a sight meant for a horror film.





"This place is a symbol. The place innocence died."






He leisurely walks to crib and pats the mobile increasing its speed. He stares at it with remorseful eyes.





"I lost my innocence a long time ago. Beaten down by men like you, Theo Pryce. The ones who believed they could push around their authority everywhere they walked. Power hungry. Unable to stop their thirst for gold. Greed could be considered man's greatest sin. It changes us on the inside to the point where we forsake what we know to further our own wealth. That is the reason The Black Circle exists, but by that same standard that is the reasoning behind every person in the XWF. They all make the same choice of sin to make themselves look better, to increase the size of their ego."




He pauses for a moment glaring directly at the camera as a parents looks at their child for doing something wrong.






"Have you finished with your snickering, John Madison? Hasn't the sexualization of speech taken its toll on society. Where a man cannot speak a sentence without someone pulling it out...of bounds."





He snickers for a moment like a child, but a child with a deep voice so it comes off a bit unsettling.





"Well, I have to hand it to you, sexualization does get a laugh no matter how cheap it comes across. Laughter feels good, it makes me feel alive!!"




He leaps in air with much height and lands back on his feet, but as he lands his right leg extends kicking the crib over. It hits the floor with a loud cracking noise. Blood drips onto the carpet from the broken mobile.





"Wash the stain away, make the pain go away."





A hysterical laugh erupts from the deepened voice of Mystery. He is an unstable man, hiding behind a mask to keep himself safe. He smashes a piece of the crib with his right foot and picks up the broken wood. It is sharp at the end, could give a hellion spawn of splinters to an enemy.





"I break this piece off in memory of Luca Arzegotti. To represent that a broken thing can still be used to poke and prod and kill and maim and slay and murder and...you get the general understanding. Luca was an asshole, through and through. His death couldn't have come at a better time. Think of him as ammunition for the loaded guns everyone has pointed at The Black Circle. He can be used in a number of ways. Number One comes from the pure lack of care that I am showing for his death. The most egotistical madman in the XWF finally got what he had coming to him, he ran his mouth to the wrong people and got something stuck int here to finally shut him up. Number Two relates in the sense that the people against the Circle can now claim to be the one who did it. In the next coming days we could learn the revelation that Gilmour put the bullet in Luca because he walked past him without bowing down to the X-treme one, but if that were true we'd all be pushing up daisies. No, it'd have to be Smoke Man. He wanted to show how much of a rebel he was and to finally stick it to you guys he murdered a close ally. Or the biggest jokes of the century, The Science Alliance. The vaginal secretion that is Egyptian Snow Pharaoh's venom choked him to death. The bullets only came after ESP did. Then again, the speculation was gang warfare, so all of these could and will be bold faced lies to make themselves seem stronger in the eyes of the XWF. Remember the day Luca Arzegotti was gunned down? Number three....the best of the trilogy."





Mystery walks over to the bookshelf and begins to bash it with the broken piece of the crib. Books start falling from the shelf onto the carpet as the shelf is being broken. He continues his speech as he assaults the shelf.





"You chip and chip away....at the collection.....with your....broken piece.....until..."






The case finally gives way as Mystery uses his broken piece to push it to the floor. The collection of books falls with it and a loud bang resounds throughout the room. The floors shake in the destroyed room.






"It all falls down. You see, this case is not unlike the XWF. An assortment of different books and plays, some good and some bad, but all united in distilling one thing. Information, just as the XWF wrestlers inform everyone of who they are and what they are. The more and more Luca is used, the more and more this broken piece bashes the bookshelf holding the collection...the harder it falls. You see, allegations can be brought up that the unsafe work environment could be the case of young Luca's death. He got mixed up in drugs on the road, fell in with gangs, made A LOT of enemies. Because of what he did in the XWF he lost his own life. That's a liability that could reduce Shane 's structure to broken wood and tattered paper. I just have to be the guy who holds up the broken piece and bashes it into the bookshelf. That's what I am...THE GUY."




He drops the broken piece of the crib onto the fallen bookshelf. Mystery turns and looks out the window as the rain eases up to a drizzle.





"I have been here for far too long to let opportunities slip by. At this point I may step into that squared circle and face off against the king for his crown. To take over a broken kingdom, but that is the only way to usurp. Break what is wrong and fix it. I expect the uprising to turn towards me at this point. With the mention of Luca I may have become a marked man. Those who pretend they truly loved him will hunt me down, but all I will do is give them a cigar to celebrate with, because they have fallen right in with what I want. What I've always wanted. The XWF will change come Monday Night, whether I win or lose. Things will shaken up and I will have no allies in this struggle. I'd rather burn my bridges so none can follow my path to hell."



He turns to look back at the camera, his eyes become somber.




"I regret many things in my life, so I hope the three others involved will not make this a moment of regret themselves. Griffin, Tony and Austin seem unprepared in their silence. It will get you nowhere, something I've learned. Running from your problems nor staying silent for so long. You must break it. Theo and I can say only so much until the people feel we are bland. He felt the need to destroy Gilmour and Havok just to get to us. He felt he had no competition. Shouldn't that make you angry? Shouldn't you stand with your swords ready to fight? I'm standing!! I'm ready to fight!! How dare he forget me and speak of Peter Gilmour the lowest of the low. Maybe he hadn't had the chance to hear from me, but that is no excuse. Maybe you three are waiting until you feel the timing is right, but that is no excuse. Only so much can get you by in this place and if spitting on a dead man's corpse is my way then so be it. Renounce the king, insult the boss, chastise the revolutionaries, burn the innocence. It died a long time ago, through the fire and flames."






Mystery slowly approaches the camera, getting ever so closer with each step.






"There are no longer beginnings, only endings."






He stands in front of the camera, inches away with a sadistic look in his eyes. His body language is that of a disgruntled asylum patient. He grabs the sides of the camera and pulls is closer, he is face to face with his audience.






"I AM SICK OF THE POLLUTION!!! MAY WE ALL BE AS LUCKY AS LUCA!"







With that Mystery slams the camera to the ground. The camera crunches on the carpet and half the screen blanks out. The lower half catches Mystery grabbing the broken piece of the crib once more. He stands over the camera as it only catches his lower half. He drops the mask to the ground. He lifts the broken piece and smashes the mask in twain. His deepened, sadistic laughter resonates throughout the room as he bashes the camera over and over until.....













BLACKOUT.














END










(The Sun Still Sets On Doomsday: Part Two....Coming Soon....)