A sharp shrill shot of static stamped itself onto the screen. Afterwards, there was nothing but silence and a blank, black screen. The silence was interrupted by the sliding of a matchbox's inner casing.

"Canabis..."

The voice cut through the quiet darkness, a deep gruff song from an unknown source. A sharp scratch is to follow, as the match-head strikes the matchbox, igniting a spark of light into the black room.



"Recreational usage results in multiple effects such as: Euphoria, Metacognition, and Self-reflection... It's also known to cause an increase in appetite and the drying of one's mouth... It can cause panic and paranoia but that probably isn't the case for you, '420 Kid'..."

He held the match up a bit closer, illuminating his face just a bit more.

"Although, with me... Paranoia would be wise... See, I'm not exactly straight-edge or drug free. Matter of fact, I have an addiction, Mr. Nardozzi... "

He lowered his hand, the camera following the match as it lights up a lantern that was kept below the camera's view. Instead of shaking the flames away, Vega's hand smothered the small flame into nonexistence. The lantern's brilliance enveloped the man in an old, wooden chair. The background was still encased in black, giving a sense of an infinite void. He raised the lantern up to his face, the camera centering on his head.

"I'm addicted to what I do. You could say I'm a work-a-holic, to be honest... It brings me joy like nothing else - a pleasure that nothing in the world could match, and you'd best bet that I'm the fucking best at what I do..."

He placed his hands on the rim of his sunglasses, pausing for just a moment.

"And I ain't talkin about being a wrestler, I don't have to tell you how good I am at that... What am I actually talkin' about?"

He swiftly removed his sunglasses, eyes closed while he was shaking off the hair that they supported out of his face. His eyes opened, revealing sclera that was uninterrupted: Fully white eyes... Well, fully white contacts, at least...

"I hurt people... I crush men's spirits, I kill men's dreams, and I destroy men's careers... That's what I do, THAT... is my drug... I'm not sure what it falls under actually. Let's see... It's not a stimulant or a narcotic... It ain't a hallucinogen..."

He rubbed his chin in thought before shaking off the question with a laugh. His expression shifted into a harsher, angrier look. His voice up until this point was subdued and low. That would change as he shouted the next few lines. He hopped up out of his seat, the light from the lantern bouncing around the room.

"Aldo! You may not know who I am, but I guarantee that will change! I am Venom Vega, and when everyone knows my name: you'll have the honor of being my first victim, friendo! Know this: I will rip your skin off and use it as wrapping paper for when I smoke your ground up heart!"

He gives a smug chuckle before pulling the lantern up to his face and blowing out the flame.

"Riposi in pace, Amico mio."

The words, once again a mere whisper, cut through the darkness before silence fell once more. The segment would end there, the camera not even needing to fade to black.