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Danse Macabre Three

...The question isn't what are we going to do today, it's what aren't we going to do today...

...The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was making the world believe that he didn't exist...

...They say you live every single day for the rest of your live. All this is true except for one day, the day you die...

...This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time...

...I say let us never be complete, I say let us evolve....let the chips fall where they may...

...it is only when we have lost everything that we can really do anything...

...On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero...

...The things you own, end up owning you...

...Reject the basic assumption of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions...

...You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, He never wanted you. In all probability, He hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen. We don't need Him...

...I will carry you, kicking and screaming, and in the end, you will thank me...

...Our Individuality makes us unique, our abnormality makes us interesting...

...when choosing between two evils I always like to pick the one I haven’t tried before...

...Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it...

...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...

...He that is proud eats up himself; pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle...

...If I had only one sermon to preach it would be a sermon against pride...

...Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices just recognize them...

...Prejudice is the reason of fools...

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

...Strength is born in the deep silence of long suffering hearts; not amid joy...

...A tortured, enigmatic soul that lives in the darkness of reality and goes un-felt and unseen by society...

...The Night Summons Like an Unquenched Love, Beckoning With the Promise of Dark Desire...

......The jealous are possessed by a mad devil and a dull spirit at the same time...

...When we lose the right to be different, we lose the privilege to be free...

...To arrive at a just estimate of a renowned mans character one must judge it by the standards of his time, not ours...

...Common sense is judgment without reflection, shared by an entire class, an entire nation, or the entire human race...

...Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear..

...Every human being is intended to have a character of his own; to be what no others are, and to do what no other can do...



...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 Chorus warms up...

"The dissenter is every human being at those moments of his life when he resigns momentarily from the herd and thinks for himself." -- Archibald Macleish

-=-...nothing to say dear Childe...-=-

-=-...the ebon cloak slowly pulls away so show Chaos sitting down infront of a television in which is playing the recent promo of one Vincent Gallow. Smirking here and there, Chaos holds a notepad in his lap, jogging down notes of what Vincent has said or stated throughout the promo. As the promo comes to an end, Chaos simply sighs with a shake of his head and speaks softly...-=-

Chaos: You have nothing better to do then to sit through my promo and dissect it as if you were some sort of art director on a college campus trying to educate your students on how something should look or not look in this post-modern era of promotional videos in a professional wrestling association? To ask me if I hate you Vincent is but a waste of your breath for you should know that I do hate you and that it is everything about you that I loathe in this mortal coil. You tell me you live for the here, the now… that you live for the moment within the moment and that once it’s over, it’s over for you and that you can move on to something new. Tell me Mr. Gallow, if you can so simply move from one moment to the next, why must you continue to harp on my costing you a blemish on your record and not just take it for what it was? See Vincent, there are already beginning to be holes in your attempted verbal assassination and rather you like it or not Vincent, you’ve come eye to eye with the one man that can just as easily rape you with his words as he can with his body. Gallow, you have no idea what it truly means to “live for the moment” but trust me Vincent, soon… soon you’ll come to eat the very words you hold dear and when you do, I want you to tell me how they taste covered in crimson...

Chaos: You’re nothing more than an adrenaline junkie and it’s people like you that have ruined what it is I hold dear. Look at you, you sit there wrapped up in the glitz and glamour of a big time match against a “name” in this business and you have the Gaul to tell me that you have an advantage coming into this match? Why? Because you one-upped me on Sunday Night Mayhem? Why? Because you live for the adrenaline rush that you know will come only six days later after your last hit? You don’t know what it’s like to truly want that fix Vincent. You have no earthly clue what it’s like to sit in that locker room before your match comes up, just doing whatever it is you can to keep yourself at bay until you know you’re able to go out there and do the things in which you know you must in order to keep not only your job, but your sanity. You say you can keep the darkness at bay, but if you can do such a thing, why is it I am in your thoughts and keeping you going this week Vincent? Why is it that from the moment I attacked you, the darkness… my assertion into this federation has done nothing but motivate you to some extreme in which you now try to prove yourself to everyone around you? Face it Vincent, without me… without the darkness, you’re nothing. I’ve said it to green-horns like you before, and I’ll simply say it one last time… I AM the mortal embodiment of darkness and you can’t fend me off. The flick of a light-switch, the strike of a match cannot keep me away from you Vincent. Look all around you Vincent and it is darkness that you see… if the sun, nor God himself could banish darkness from existence, what hope do you have from hiding from it?...

Chaos: The things you’ve been through Vincent? Pray tell me childe, what ‘things’ have you been through in your life that have led you to believe that you’ve had it harder then I had growing up and that in some way, shape, or form that you have more of a darker past then I do? I look at you and I don’t see money Vincent. I don’t see the diamonds and the Gucci and the jewelry by Jacob. What I see when I look at you is an image that was created for you from the very moment you stepped into this federation and you’ve run with it. A fraud is all you are Vincent. Yes, a very commendable fraud as you’ve been able to keep this little charade of yours going on for quite some time, but bit by bit Vincent, I’m exposing you. I’m proving that you’re not some little rich boy that had to go through home after home and had to fight to become emancipated in order to live his true life. You’re not a depressive, you don’t suffer from what I or millions of others in this coil had to suffer from and for you to just for one minute try to put yourself in the same scenario as me and have the fucking audacity to look in my eyes and say you had it harder than I did is plain and simple bullshit. I feel no need to even begin to tell you my past because for the time being, it’s of no importance and would only aide you in trying to overcome me.

Chaos: I hoped my parents would allow me to sneak onto the computer late at night to go onto the internet? Vincent, let’s do the math, alright? I’m twenty-five years old. Born in the year of 1977, I turn twenty-six this year. At the age of eight-teen, I left home to start a life in Japan. That was in 1995…so, how would I sneak onto something late at night when the vast being we refer to as the “internet” was barely being marketed to the mass public? You want to impress someone Vincent like you claim I try and do, then research who you’re up against and actually try to make your verbal attacks mean something. You are right though, this is man versus man… just you and I in that ring and at the end of it, only one of us will be standing to claim victory. How you make my words claim this to be something between ourselves and an “other world phantom” is beyond me. Go ahead and tell me that I’m not intimidating and that I’m not impressive. Just like to you, I’m another man stepping up to try and take you down, to me Vincent… heh, to me, you’re nothing more than just another rookie with an itch to make a name for himself by conquering a legend in the business. It’s to be liked however because I had to do it back in my day, I had to go and knock off both Jimmy and MISSLE in one match before people saw the true talent I had tucked inside of me. Fact of the matter is though Vincent, you’re not me. There’s no hidden talent tucked away inside of you… simply put, you’re just another cookie-cutter kid with marginal talent and a stroke of luck.

Chaos: It’s expected for one such as you to tell yourself that you’re not a follower, that you don’t buy into what Andrew Davis has to tell you and that if you truly wanted to, you could tell Davis to ‘piss off’ and that’d be that. Wake up and realize that when I said you were nothing more than a pawn, I was telling you the truth. Andrew didn’t book this because of what I had done to you… he booked this because you stood up to a member of the Sins and proved to him you wouldn’t back down against what you and so many others point to as the “strongest” of the Sins. Andrew is using you just as a woman uses a tampon… to stop the bleeding. Deny it for as long as you can pump air into those lungs of yours kid, but it’s the truth. For the time being Vincent, you are Andrew’s line of defense against the Sins rather he likes it or not. Just as a fiend will take even the worst blow to keep his shakes at bay, Andrew will use even those he loathes to keep the Sins at bay. Believe it or not Vincent, but you’ve just been drafted into a war you never wanted to be a part of.

Chaos: You’re here for yourself, so in turn, you’re here for the fans? Then you can’t be here for yourself, can you? Round-a-bout logic Vincent, something you shouldn’t be trying to use on one as myself. Your simple simon games of reasoning aren’t going to make me stand in front of you with a blank stare as I try to understand what you’re saying to me. Like I said before Vincent, for the time being, you are Andrew’s banner boy and you are the one he’s putting his hopes on. Each time you come out and say how you will defeat me, how you’ll put an end to the Sins, you connect with the fans. You allow them the catharsis they need in their life as they watch someone do what it is they’ve always wanted to do. The common, they sit back and think about standing up and stopping their horrid reality… hell, there are times when they even talk about it…but to stand up and actually do something about it, well, that’ll never happen. You see Vincent, you’re becoming a celebrity rather you like it or not and as you become one, there are certain little responsibilities one must remember. Vincent, the moment you began your little crusade, the common jumped onto your bandwagon and with each match, the burden gets heavier and heavier. What you have to remember is that you’re the leader of a group of people that will ride you until you collapse from exhaustion in the middle of that ring. These commoners will back you up until they realize that you just can’t cut it and right when they leave you for dead Vincent… that’s when the worst thing that could ever happen to you happens… the fix dies down…

Chaos: ...Vincent, pride is a sin, you did know that, didn’t you? To be so prideful in yourself that you would go about doing anything to garner a victory is a sin… in fact Vincent, I would say you’re even starting to lust for a win against me this coming Sabbath. You said it yourself however, I’ve left the path in my career littered with the careers of others and with paths encased in the gold that I’ve collected in my career as a wrestler. See Vincent, when you look in the mirror, you may say you see a man that has a chance to win every time he steps into the ring, but I know deep inside, you see the fractured soul of a man desperate for acceptance from his peers and knows the only way he can achieve such a thing is by being larger than life itself. To quote you verbatim Vincent, you said ‘…those who strive for perfection will fail.’ Nicely put Vincent and it is in that same line of words that I can point to your demise in not only our match this Sabbath, but in your mortal existence. Hide it from me, hide it from the fans for as long as you think you’re able to, but secretly, you strive to be perfect. All that you dealt with growing up you want to forget, you want to erase from your memory banks. That part of you Vincent, it’s a flaw… it’s a defect you wish to simply surgically remove from your very existence so you can never have to think upon those ‘dark times’ ever again. Mr. Gallow, your striving for perfection amidst your being full of pride is something that you will have to atone for. Do not hide your true being from the public any longer Vincent… soon, all will come to pass and as it does, you will learn that in the end, you too are nothing but a common sinner.

Chaos: You’re the ‘new breed’ Vincent? You’ve never been copied or been, you’re just beginning? Right, so all the other times someone has said this… that they’ve quoted themselves as being the ‘New Breed’ and of a different make-up then everyone else that somehow, they were lying and you’re truly the original ‘New Breed’? Face the facts Vincent, you’re not new. There is nothing about you that makes you stand out aside from you being a rookie with a winning streak. Allow your grandeur thoughts wrap you in a security blanket of thinking you have all the control in our little game and that I’m simply nothing but a stepping stone in your career to greatness. Keep on thinking that I hold no power over you and that you are truly the master of this situation. Funnily enough though Vincent… ‘they’ all said that too…

Chaos: You’re an extremist eh? You turn the pain that is inflicted upon you into this joy… this, rush of excitement that keeps you going on in the match? So you’re a masochist then, right Vincent? I mean, that is the correct term for men like you and I. We allow the pain that is layered on our bodies to be sickly transposed into this deviant form of pleasure that only we can get away with and in the end only yearn for more as we unconsciously allow our bodies to take more and more just so we can get off in our own regards. Does that sound like you though Vincent? Do you ‘get off’ on the pain that others inflict onto your mortal flesh? In a match, do you look forward to being cut open just so you can taste the copper in your blood as you place upon your face the crimson mask? You and I are nothing alike Vincent and the pain you endure in a match is nothing akin to what I’ve had to endure. I’ve never said my being ‘gothic’ has anything to do with my being better than you or my threshold for pain. Just as you are now some rich little brat that doesn’t have to wrestle to make a living define who it is you are, my being gothic defines who it is I am inside and outside of the ring. My being gothic just so happens coincide with my sado-masochism and other personality quirks. You tell me that my being able to turn the pain I feel into a certain rage is bullshit, yet your telling me that you can do that but make it into an adrenaline you can use to win a match isn’t? Childe, before you even try to keep up the battle of wits against me, please think before you speak on my words so as to try and not look as much as a fool you are turning out to be right now. However, just as you truly are nothing special… I am special and having just that little ounce egotism running through my blood makes me a winner on paper long before we step into a ring Vincent…

Chaos: The truth, Vincent? The truth is you don’t know what it is you’ve got yourself into and you keep trying to find a way out. How you can even say with a straight face that the meaning of truth is a bane to the gothic culture is far beyond my understanding due to the simple fact that the majority of Goths are of a cynic, realistic nature in the first place and it’s their penchant for seeing things for what they are, and not how all would perceive them to be is an aspiring concept for all. You’re shallowness is shining through in ten-fold Vincent as you prove yet again you know nothing of what you speak upon. The truth anyway Vincent is of a subjective nature to all who try to define what that word means. At one time, millions believed a ‘truth’ to such an extent that a World War was carried out. It’s the ‘truth’ Vincent, that can drive people to do many things just because they think it’s right in their own mind. I never claim to spout the truth… I claim to tell my educated side of a story in which at parts of the story the truth is laid within. You tell me I cling to my gothic personality like that of a life preserver and that without it, I’d be nothing but a drowning victim in the sea of reality. Mr. Gallow, the only things I cling to are of my slaves and my wife. You’ve still failed to see that I don’t need a gimmick to be booked in matches like others do all around the world. When I walk into a corporate office and seek employment, there is no need for a resume on my behalf, nor is there need for me to fight for a slot on the roster. Vincent Gallow, rather you admit it or not, I am what you desire to be in this business. I am the man who can show up on a federation’s doorstep and just minutes later, walk out with an iron-clad contract and a guaranteed amount of money in my bank account. Talk all you wish about betting this or that on the outcome of our match… but just know unlike you, I don’t –HAVE- to win this match for my career to continue on…

Chaos: First things first Vincent, I’ve said it before in this promo and I will say it again, you –DON’T- live for the moment. You live for the affection of the fans and to continually say that you ‘roll the dice without regret’ is a slap in the face to all the risk takers before you. You’ve yet to truly understand what it means to roll the dice and cast your body into the wind to simply win a match. Sure, you can talk all about you do what you do now for card openers and such, but if you do all that for the open of a card, what all is there you have hidden in your arsenal against myself in a big time match? Vincent, you’re spouting off like a madman only proves to me you don’t live for the moment because it’s in the moment that one is of pure focus and desire for the risk bringing forth the reward. It’s in that moment one never sounds like an adult with a simple GED but a well educated businessman that just happens to make his living in a wrestling ring. The difference between the men like myself and the children like you Vincent is that when it comes to walking into the arena, we’re simply not entering it as performers Vincent, we walk into that building as if it’s our office and we’re here to perform our job. You’re nothing new Vincent and you never will be, simply put you are the current incarnation of the ‘New Breed’ and in just months from now, someone will burst onto the scene and say the same exact things that you are saying. Gallow, you may be damn right remarkable to some… but to me, you’re nothing but another virgin teasing everyone…

Chaos: Not a legend? Not a cornerstone? I’m simply a geek with a self-esteem complex? Excuse me while I hold back and not unleash a torrent of expletives onto you. How dare you even think you can say what I’m not when before I attacked you, you had yet to even know who I am. Vincent Gallow, you’ve officially gone past the point of no return and it’s now that I have but no other choice but make you a human tampon and cover you in blood. You want to tell me I’m not a legend? Why don’t you go look up people like JD Lawson… the Ranma Saotome’s… hell kid, why don’t you even talk to your fucking boss Andrew Davis about me and see what they tell you. Ask them just how I came to be a FWF Hall of Famer in only two years with the company. Why don’t you go research the matches I’ve had and the pay per views I’ve headlined. Little childe, go as far as to pin point the exact time the Fans Wrestling Federation began to crumble.. and it’ll point to my leaving the company shortly after When Worlds Collide. You think you know me Vincent? You think you can peg me as some little geek of a person that sat around in a basement his entire adolescence? Childe, you’ve yet to even scathe the surface of who or what I am. Tell yourself before you sleep that you’re stepping into the ring with a man that is nothing but falsehoods and lies. Keep saying that Chaos isn’t what he used to be and that he’ll fail on the Sabbath night. If all that makes you sleep at night Vincent, then so be it but know that when the Sabbath moon rises high and I’m entering that arena.. I’m doing so knowing that time ticks away just enough to bring me closer to my encounter with you. The talk of Dungeons and Dragons makes no sense to me as I’ve never played the damn game in my life and that you can only lace that into your argument because I’m “gothic” and apparently, us “Goths” enjoy us a good roleplaying game from time to time and for some reason we would rather immerse ourselves in a fantasy world of dragons and barbarians then face the “truth” of our existence as the whipping boy’s of humanity. Heh, grow up and realize that as you’re still a childe Vincent, I am all but a man and ready to exert any and all force to make you see the error of your ways.

Chaos: I said I was a messiah when Vincent? Why don’t you do everyone a favor and actually pay attention to one of my promos before you speak and ramble on like the “madman” that you are. There’s no way for me to have done what it is I’ve done and turn out like I have, right? So, how do explain my existence right now at this very moment? Oh, that’s right.. I’m just a gimmick, right? I mean, my living a gothic lifestyle is all for show and when the cameras are off, I’m simply some nine-to-five “Joe Schmoe” that goes about having tea and fucking crumpets with my wife before dinner and talk about the tanking stock market, right? Again Vincent, only speak upon what you know and nothing else. Your claim of turning on any wrestling promotion and seeing dozens of gimmicks like mine is amusing, since it’s been my keen observation that gimmicks like you are popping up left and right since apparently, this whole “goth” thing has run it’s course and isn’t what it used to be anymore. You say someone ranting philosophically is a bad thing… why? Because they can actually speak intelligently without having to sound contrived and pre-recorded in some sound booth trying to pass for what it is they try to be? Vincent Gallow, I’ve never claimed to be a prophet a messiah or any type of cult leader so where you rant about this and that is again, beyond my comprehension but hey… for what you’ve said and complained about in your last promo, that’s just hitting par for the course.

-=-...looking up to the television for the first time since the beginning of his promo, Chaos hears the final part of Vincent's promo and smirks to himself. A lustful gleam glinting in his hazel eyes as Chaos gets up and begins to walk away and to his bedroom...-=-

Chaos: ...no Vincent, you've got another thing coming...



...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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