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Danse Macabre Two

...Self-sacrifice enables us to sacrifice other people without blushing...

...The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness...

...He who does not punish evil commands it to be done...

...We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them...

...A great pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do...

...All people have fears, but the brave put down their fears and go forward, sometimes to death, but always to victory...

...People say 'I want peace'. If you remove I {ego}, and your want {desire}, you are left with peace...

...The less you open your heart to others, the more your heart suffers...

...They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel...

...It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees...

...One cannot and must not try to erase the past merely because it does not fit the present...

...Don't be afraid your life will end; be afraid that it will never begin...

...It is the individual who is not interested in his fellow men who has the greatest difficulties in life and provides the greatest injury to others. It is from among such individuals that all human failures spring...

...It is a man's own mind - not his enemy or his foe that lures him into evil ways...

...For me the moment of death will be a moment of jubilation, not of fear. I cried when I was born and I shall die laughing..

...The very search for pleasure is the cause of pain...

...I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel were equally distributed to the whole human family, there would be not one cheerful face on earth. Whether I shall ever be better, I cannot tell. I awfully forebode I shall not. To remain as I am is impossible. I must die or be better it appears to me...

...Only fools say they know everything and fear nothing...

...Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric...

...Christ died for our sins. Dare we make his martyrdom meaningless by not committing them?...

...This would be the best of all possible worlds if there were no religion in it...

...in the game of life, there always seems to be an acception to the rules...

...A man is not finished when he is defeated. He is finished when he quits...

...People may doubt what you say, but they will believe what you do...

...There was never a genius without a tincture of insanity...

...Destiny is not a matter of chance; but a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, It is a thing to be achieved...



...Welcome millennium, the fall of planet hate
Welcome the end my friend, all the world's the stage
Welcome to the future, the world is black no turning
From the consequence of ignorance
Welcome to the fall

Beyond within, enact, enable
Create the past, nonexistent fables
Welcome to the fall

Tension, delirium, growing everyday
Another suicide shocks the world again, I watch in apathy
Bleed until tomorrow, whosoever does not believe in me
Welcome to the fall...


Danse Macabre: The first notes are played...

"I have never been able to carry out any work coolly. On the contrary it is done, so to speak, with my own blood." -- Jim Dine

-=-...So, a mayhem came and went.. and with it, so did the inflation of Vincent Gallow's ego. Mr. Gallow came out as a victor against my angelical lover as he was able to walk out of Mayhem unscathed while laying in a few shots on the Dark Angel. Vincent, the age of wonder is slowly coming to a close in your life and in it's wake, an entirely new age will come to pass. As you can tell Mr. Gallow, your actions have brought upon a response from myself and Chaos. The silence has been broken and the danse macabre has once again picked back up between the two of you. Vincent, in your eyes I can see that you have potential, but it's unharnessed... it's lacking the direction it needs for you to become a true star and well, it's time you began to realize that your strokes of luck were just that, luck and not talent. You face people at the oppertune times and are able to defeat them. This time however, you are facing a man that is rested... that doesn't have the distractions of titles or a record taking over his thoughts. In the mind of the Dark Angel, all is calm and serene. The light that shines in his abyssmal existence is that of a dark red... a light in which when lit drives him and allows for the transformation in his mind to begin. You call my lover mortal... that may be true, but he is far from you or the rest of the sickly common. You cling to ideas and "isms"... each day you live you grasp onto tomorrow, hoping that it will bring you closer to your desired goal and dream. Vincent, you dream of being a champion, you dream of being a flagship of a federation and sadly Vincent, it'll never happen. Your kind aren't the type to carry a belt for over a month and defend it against top talent. Gallow, you can't overcome the flaws in your system and those flaws are what will be your downfall. Even now Vincent, you think grandiose thoughts of conquering a mortal sin and being the one to start the destruction of the Seven Deadly Sins. Ask yourself however... does anyone truly care?-=-

-=-...when will you wake up and realize that you're simply a pawn in the chess game between Andrew Davis and Dave Marlow? Vincent, right now... you're the guiding light of a dwindling people that are hoping one day, the sins will be chased out of the IWF and things will go back to their comedic ways. You're the antithesis of what a true warrior is. You wait for the general's orders before you plan your attack while on the other side, the true warrior is nothing more then a mercenary that's out to only survive for the next moment.. the insuing breath that on the exhale can either alert his target and lead him down a path of destruction or simply be covered by the cough of some poor soul that gave him just enough time to circumvent the preventive measure and make a tactic of his own to use. This business Vincent, it is much like the book you chose but there can be no peace in this buisness...there has to be someone out there ready to throw caution to the wind in order to become a celebrity or champion. You, Mr. Gallow are the type of mortal I despise. Full of compassion for those around him, truly thinking that the thoughts of the common and their unified hatred for a common enemy can aide him in a fight against someone. The fans... they can care less if you win or lose on the Sabbath because the moment you slip up in their eyes.. the one second you don't reply back to them with the answer they seek... you too, will be shunned from their community and you'll find yourself on the outside, an outcast of the common but still too weak to stand on your own....-=-

-=-...Mr. Gallow, you tell everyone that the only blemish on your record is because of my lover and that he is the one that beat you that night, not your opponent. So, if my lover, whom wasn't even in the match was able to beat you that night, do you truly think you stand a chance against him when he is the one you're facing off against? In your psyche, you blame Chaos... you continue to say he's the reason you're not undefeated. You spout on and on about how if it weren't for him, you'd be glistening and devoid of all imperfections. Sadly Vincent, what was done is done and you aren't a perfect man anymore. No longer can you claim that no man has beaten you 'fore now... you're just like all the others in this forsaken waste of space. No longer are you a stellar performer amongst simple wrestlers...now, you're one of them. Just another faceless brick in the wall that supports the IWF towers and fattens the wallet of Andrew Davis. Face it Vincent, the moment you were pinned... the world saw you for what you are... a vendettive rookie trying to make a difference. The Sabbath my childe will only serve as a solidifying force to prove you don't have what it takes to survive in a desolate world in which fairy tales are just that...fairy tales...-=-

-=-...the dagger-esque words eminating from the darkness softly fade away as in their place, the image of the Dark Angel, Chaos appears. Cloaked in a black pair of slacks and a loose fitting crimson shirt, he sits alone in a plush leather chair in what seems to be a personal library, Chaos looks over the cover of a book, tapping it lightly with his right thumb as he lets his head hang down which allows dark locks of hair to mask his face. Looking up and to the camera, Chaos smirks from behind his "mask"...-=-

Chaos: War and Peace? One a constant while the other is an all but too real illusion that is always following the other. Do you seem to think that I care about your comparing our little game to a classic novel? See Vincent, I didn't have to say anything last week because of the simple fact that I had nothing to say to you nor did I have anything to say to anyone else. Once again, you peg me as a man that cares about what others have to say about me or my style of living. You tell me that I'm known for "leaving" federations and going "AWOL" from time to time. Tell me Mr. Gallow, if that was indeed true... that I'm known for leaving and just disappearing, then why is my enduring legacy one of blood and broken bones? Tell me Vincent, what's it like to look yourself in the mirror and realize just how much of a young pup you are when compared to the men like myself and others? Surely after your little "victory" against myself and the others you don't see yourself as one of the "IWF Elite" or a "top draw", do you? Vincent, you are nothing more then what Andrew Davis allows you to be. You are his puppet in a war against an army that has already proven that it will sacrifice it's own in order to breathe for yet another day. This game I play with you Vincent, is but simply that for me.. a game in which I am amusing myself by seeing just how far I can get with you... seeing what it takes to push your buttons and make you tick. What I've found Vincent.. it simply makes me wonder if you truly are one of "them"...

-=-...Shaking his head, Chaos sets the book in his lap and runs his right hand through his hair, pushing it back and away from his face. Tucking a few locks behind each ear, Chaos slowly closes his eyes as if going into some sort of thought process. Clasping his hands together, Chaos places them in his lap, continuing to keep his hands clapsed as he continues on...-=-

Chaos: Vanity. It's been quoted by many a soul to be their favorite sin. The sin of being self-centered to such a degree that you'd do anything to make sure you were the one all eyes were on. Vincent, no matter how long you wrestle in this busines... whether or not your career is ended this coming Sabbath, or if it ends years down the road, you will always have the blemish on your record that I created. I look into your eyes Vincent, and I see the hate that you have for me for such a minor little incident and it makes me realize that you're not the man you say you are. You're not some punk little kid that got lucky, deep inside of you there is this monster, this destroyer of all that is sane waiting to be unleashed and by the damnation of your god in Heaven, I'm going to bring it out of you. See Vincent, you're nothing new to me... I've seen every one of your kind step up and think that they have what it takes to do damage to me, to make me think they've got what it takes in their own mind to step into a ring and walk away with a victory. The thing is though, while I am indeed mortal Vincent, I do have the pheremone to block out pain and revert into a state of pure aggression...

-=-...Re-opening his eyes, Chaos un-clasps his hands and uses them to push him up and out of the leather chair. Walking just a few paces infront of him, Chaos stops before an antique fireplace in which hanging above the mantle rests Chaos' first FWF Heavyweight Title won what seems like ages ago to the only twenty-five year old wrestler. Turning his eyes away from the title to the roaring fire below, Chaos leans forward and lets his right hand brace his body against the mantle. Sighing to himself, Chaos licks his lips to wet them before keeping on with his speech...-=-

Chaos: Vincent... do you honestly think you can match me move for move? I'm in my mid-twenties yes, but I'm still the man that can fly off the top with the greatest of ease and when I flip that little switch on inside of me, my dear man, there isn't a move in any wrestling book I won't think of pulling out in order to gain the victory. I listen to you and you tell me that you can match up with any thought that comes into my mind and that somehow, some way... you're going to overcome that thought I have and turn it against me in order for you to defeat me. Mr. Gallow, I stand before you as a man ready and able to sacrifice his life for a victory. I've broken my own body in half to simply garner contendership spots. What you fail to truly realize Mr. Gallow is that in the ring, there is no man that can match me and there is no man who can stop me when I decide to stop playing games and actually focus. Right now, I'm beginning to focus everything on you and I'm going to make sure that after our little "match" on the Sabbath night Vincent, you will eternally remember my name as the man that de-virginized your little body and brought into the horrid reality that is this mortal coil...

-=-...Pushing away from the fireplace, Chaos turns his attention to a marqee poster that shows himself, MISSLE and Shaku Endbringer headlining FWF's Cyberslam2k1. Remembering all that transpired leading up to that event, Chaos smirks...-=-

Chaos: You said it yourself kid, this is out of your place. You're not home in the big time situation and you're reacting like it already. The blood starting to pump more and more... that adrenaline running in your blood while you think of what's to come in just days. Gallow, I've been there and done that. To me, this is nothing more than another day in the office. A taste? You're beginning to get a taste of what's to come? My childe, you don't know what's to come to you and all you're doing now, is chomping down on something you know nothing of... what I've got you doing is playing my game. That's right Vincent, you're playing MY GAME. Out of the two of us, whom is out of character, talking like a madman right now? Between you and I, who is on edge... just counting down the seconds until the bell rings and he stares across the ring to the other? Vincent Gallow, what you've been led into is something you will never recover from. Plain and simple kid, you made the biggest rookie mistake of them all and I'm going to exploit you for it...

-=-...Chaos simply smirks once more before casting his attention to a darkened portion of the room. Staring off into the void, Chaos reminds himself of what Vincent had said earlier...-=-

Chaos: "...there's always a truth behind the shadows..." Vincent, that might have been the smartest thing you've said in your short career in the IWF. You're right, there always is a truth lurking in the shadows... but you have to fight through those same shadows to find the deeper meaning of things. You have to be ready to delve as deep as you can get.. allowing the void to envelope your entire being. Right at that moment... when you're thinking there's no hope.. that there truly isn't anything in there, that's when they strike and capture yet another soul. You want to expose me for what I am Vincent? Not going to happen... why? I'll tell you right now what I am. I'm a sado-masochist. I enjoy pain being inflicted upon my body and I revel in the demise of my fellow man. I represent a sin that caused man to be banned from Eden... Vincent, I am the bastard son of a miss-guided union of mortal lust and immortal darkness. That union tore me from what I thought I knew about reality and ascended me into the dark heavens as an angel simply known for his ebon visions of the mortal coil. I'm all of what "they" say and more. You can't prepare for me... there is no guidebook or scout report that can acturately tell you how to defeat the harbinger of chaos. If I can't finish you one way Vincent, I'll find another.. then another. People talk about being a standard... they talk about me a legend. Vincent Gallow, I'm a fucking cornerstone of this business that no man can shatter. I am simply the most real soul you will lay eyes upon because unlike you, I'm not a gimmick...

-=-...upon uttering that last word, Chaos cringed to himself. Since he made himself known in the business it seemed like everyone had to try and call him a gimmick, a fraud. Shaking his head, Chaos turned to the lens of the camera and coldly stared into it...-=-

Chaos: You, Vincent Gallow, are simply the lucky little rookie that's made an impact on this business. You're pulling in all the cash flow because you're what the common are looking for in this world. They continually look for the "normal" guy that can make it in this business and succeed. In you Vincent, they see everything they will never become and still struggle day in and day out to become a thing they never shall. You talk about what you want... what you desire for our match and think that if you let it be heard you want a cage match or some deathmatch that you'll be granted one. Vincent, what you get is what you see not only before you but on the contract you signed. One on one... no gimmicks... no added bonuses. There's nothing to be gained in this match save the enjoyment of watching another man drape himself in a crimson suit of blood. To put it bluntly Vincent, all you're asking for is to see me bleed, right? You're praying that it is by your hand you make me bleed so you can say to your children years from now you made the mighty Chaos bleed in the ring. Too bad Vincent... I've beat you to it...

-=-...pausing, Chaos took out a small razor blade from his left pocket and held it in plain view of the camera. Bringing it to his chest, Chaos slit through the fabric of his shirt while doing the same to the worn skin of his body. Slowly, as the material was sliced, so was his chest. A line of crimson began to slowly trickle from the wound before being absorbed by the shirt. Each moment passing brought about more blood as it began to drip onto the marble floor... lowering his head, Chaos cocked his eyes up into the camera, wearing a sick grin...-=-

Chaos: ...see this blood Vinny? It's been drawn by my hand... not yours. I know what you and I know what you'll do. Did you not think I knew you'd try to play my punk card last week Vincent? I did nothing to you because in that psyche of your's right now, you're invincable. You're the top dog that not even an angel can decimate. You told me that you're more dangerous then I give you credit for. Well Vincent, when the Sabbath is brought upon us... you'll realize why you were singled out by me...

-=-...with those last words, the scene began to close out to darkness as Chaos slowly exited his parlor...-=-



...No more will to live, I see the world fade
No more hope inside, my life means nothing anyway
Just shades of gray, I slip away again

Feed me from the heart of your denial
The velvet sleep is conviction only fools know
Dry your own eyes, I can't sympathize
Plague your own dreams, I won't be following

Free me from this sphere of confusion
These tears of dust are the tears from one who knows why
Dry your own eyes, I can't sympathize
Plague your own dreams, I won't be falling...

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