He's unstable right now! Look, he's not acting at all like himself, somethings up.
How do we know if he is really himself? How do we know it. For all we know, he could be plotting a rampage to kill, instead of to free his brother. Hell, how do we even know if this is all a reality.
It can't be a fake imprisonment with-in his own mind, I mean, he's acted real. Yet, many others have thought it was real, yet it was not. Lost Soul is a prime example of the consciences talking to him. Almost ordering him around if you will.
We need to help him, if not then he may turn to the darker side of hell. We know how he is and we don't want him like that. He can become a raging killer, almost as formidable and phsychotic as Tombstone is.
We needn't worry about his temper. He's busy with plans as they are now, so we mustn't bother him with futuristic phrophecies that may or may not happen. Right now, all he should be worried about is the task ahead.
Say it doesn't go through though. He could always end up killed, or the two girls could end up killed. We should at least try and help him before he makes an inevitable mistake and ends up commiting suicide.
He won't mutilate himself in an attempt to complete this task. He knows how dangerous it is, we should forewarn him of the doom that can arise. Yet it's too late, for they have already set out towards the place of dread, let's just hope that they are able to make it out alive.
Yet, how do we know that he's not masterminding this whole plan. For all we know, he could be luring the 2 girls into a plot of some sick and crazy phsycho. This damn task has so many directions, it's hard to keep up with it.
Don't worry about his wellbeing nor his mind. We are in it right now, so he knows what we are communicating to each other, yet he doesn't realize it's us. He keeps pondering if he's day-dreaming, which he is not. However, he must be careful, for the destination is rigged with many items of death.
What about the mastermind? Who in fact, is the mastermind behind all of this. Is it really Frankie, or is he simply being used as a pawn? We must warn him, for he could be surprised enough to get killed. I don't want him to do, all because he was thrust forth into a game of life and death that wasn't meant to be played.
Don't worry, his intentions will give him a clear path to walk. we mustn't worry about his well-being, for he knows which routes to take to avoid the awaited execution of this mastermind. For now though, all we can do is wait and watch what unfolds before us.
Sonic: Times are forever changing, despite mis-constructed accidents, deaths and such. Time always changes, each second passes by, without a notice of the earth changing upon its feet. The earth links the mortals to confinded territories in which we cannot escape, no matter how hard we try. It's of no use. When the earth rotates, each passing day a new fold of skin is added onto its youthing body. Yet, each level of skin contains a necessity to its power. One layer reveals water, another layer reveals nature, another reveals destruction and so on and so forth. Soon the earth will change enough to it can culminate into a colossal being. Mixing power and destruction with peace and poverty. The same holds true, for the World Title Match. Yet, it all may seem as a waste for nothing will change, maybe the Title will change hands or a new feud will heat up, other then that, nothing of major importance. The earth rotates on the axle of the universe, an exact outer image of Tuesday's fight. The sun being Lost Soul, The earth being Myself, rotating around Rayne. The reason we are rotating around Rayne is because of the fact that he adds a factor to the match. He can be the deciding factor. He doesn't have to be physically involved, he can always play mind games with the both of us, or just the one of us. The earth consoles its differences in peace, we console our differences in battle. Yet, the BWO and the Earth are pretty much identical, for the standings are comparable to the nations, states, cities and continents of the world. The earth has no ruler and is allowed to be free, yet the BWO is like a jailprison, being run by Brian Berg, despite our not needing guidance to a certain extent.
Sonic: Songs are sung of melody, heartache, pain and suffering. Yet these songs not only express the feelings of those who sing them, but of the feelings inbounded into each of us. Songs are always changing, so are feelings. Sadness and Melancholy mixing into a combination with happiness and joyfulness. Yet pain and intensity always remain on the outer edge, waiting for the chance to be able to step into the void. The songs harbor emotional feelings, yet, has anyone ever wondered if they harbored deeper feelings then that? I harbor feelings that are much more then mental or emotional. Physical can't really describe my feelings either. Feelings can be sensed and felt, yet harbored feelings can only be shown by those who harbor them. Pain conjures of images of the past, of memories that have faded away but are still on your minds edge, waiting to return back to the forefront. You see, past images always return in some aspect, no matter what you do, they simply re-appear. So instead of journeying to try and regenerate yourself for the present, try to learn from your past, whether it be a good results or bad resutls as in my case, doesn't really matter. Soon, the blood will be spilling as there is no stopping the pain
Sonic: Endless torture, pain, bleeding, concussions and such are all a nature of the earth. Blood loss, Concussions and Broken Bones are all a well occuring aspect of the wrestling world. Yet, the pain is real, none-the-less. Pain is a saftey net for myself. Some could call me a Mick Foley wanna-be, that's not the case. I'll be glad to risk my life on the line in order to please the hardcore fanatics in the backstage area. Yet, it's a pity that most of my fans rarely, if ever watch their loyal leader fight in a great match-up against a great competitor in a hardcore-esue matchup. Yet V2 will satisfy their needs for years to come and will certainly be one hell of a match. Yet, I'm not all aobut proving myself as a Hardcore Mastermind, not quite. I can still wrestle a sound game, using Power, Technical Skill or even all out Brawling, I can overcome my opponent in any way. However, this match for Tuesday Takedown isn't a match for the World Title, nor is it a match about pain, it's a match about respect. Respect is always well earned, whether it be in a wrestling match or a promo. Respect is needed, Respect is granted to those who wish to gain it. Lost Soul, you will respect me after Tuesday Night Takedown, whether I win or lose, is certainly of no importance to me
[The Brutaltron flashes on to reveal a muddy street. A familiar Black Dodge Viper is cruising slowly across the street. A strong wind is blowing around outside as the car passes by a few telphone poles. A few houses pass by, one is a red brick building with a blue front door, another is an ugly yellow house with white shutters. The camera stares down the road, ahead of the car as it spots a sign reading "Parsonage Village" next right. The camera fades into the car. Sonic wearing a Black Turtleneck and Black Jeans, Alisa wearing a Black sweater with Grey Lines and Black warmup pants. Lauren is wearing her Black Tanktop beneath her Black 'Soulz jacket. The camera zooms in as Sonic begins to speak]
Sonic: Is everybody just about ready?
Lauren: I'm pretty much ready.
Alisa: Ok, so let me get this ready. We are gonna' ambush him from the roof...How do you plan on doing that Sonic?
Sonic: Simple Alisa, we will just climb up there and crash down through the rooftop glass.
Alisa: Sonic, we have no harnesses!
Lauren: Never fear, I'm always prepared.
[Camera pans towards the trunk to reveal a set of...bungee cords. Alisa's mouth drops open.]
Alisa: Bungee Cords?
Sonic: Hey, it's all we could find to use.
Alisa: Where are we gonna' hook them up then?
Lauren: You'll find out Alisa. Soon enough.
Alisa: Well, don't we need some firearms to use?
Sonic: I was pondering that and the weapons I brought were a kitchen knife and a fire estinguisher.
Alisa: What!
Lauren: HE's just kidding Alisa. Don't be so up-tight. We have 3 Shotguns and 2 9 Millimeters in the Trunk.
Alisa: Well, how many guys do you suspect will be there?
Lauren: Well, I'd guess around 30 or so.
Alisa: 30! So all we have is 2 9MM's, 3 Shotguns to thwart off 30 people with 9 Millimeters trying to blow our brains out and Frankie no doubt probably carrying a pistol. This is a suicide mission.
Sonic: Lighten up Alisa. It's not gonna' be so bad. We brought in some camoflouge help.
[Sonic reaches next to him and pulls up a makeup box.]
Sonic: We are all set.
Alisa: Won't they recognize our hair?
Lauren: Alisa, you are getting so picky. Anyways, we brought along a few basbeall caps to hide our hair.
Alisa: I'm not being picky, I'm just being conservative.
Lauren: Whatever Alisa.
Sonic: Alright, how long until we get there Alisa?
Alisa: It's gonna be..an Hour and 10 Minutes.
Lauren: I'm gonna' drive casually cause I don't want to get the car stuck in the mud.
Sonic: Lauren, the slower you go, the better chance you have of getting stuck in mud.
Lauren: Well, I don't want to get pulled over by a cop.
Alisa: Lauren, it's 10:20 PM. Who would be out here on patrol?
Lauren: Alright, I'll go 40 instead of 20 but if I get pulled over, you can pay the ticket Alisa.
Alisa: Alright, I'll pay it if you get pulled over.
Sonic: Hey, listen up. Lost Soul has replied to my little piece about him.
Lauren: Well, what'd he say?
Alisa: I bet it was something un-intelligible.
Sonic: You are pretty much correct Alisa. Sure he's the World Champion but he's basically trying to act like a hip guy, despite being the age of what, 34 or so. Storms can be considered majestic and passionate, yet they can still cause mass destruction by simply turning into a hurricane or a tornado. You see Lost Soul, not everything that is passionate and majestic remains that way, there's always a dark side lying in that object of apparent affection and passion. There's always a void, an empty spot that is occasionally filled with evil, darkness, torture and pain. Yet, I've kept this void surpressed until I felt the time was right to let it loose. Lost Soul, you talk about waiting for the storm to die out, yet it can take that optioon, but it can also fade out with a little bit of help. You see Lost Soul, storms may have no control on their rampages, yet they are always controlled by the mind. Sure people can't exactly will storms to stop, but why would a storm stop in the middle of its path of destruction? Sure Wind and Rain mix well together, but what about oh...a Hurricane and Hail? Now that could easily become a deadlier faction, cause more havoc in a community then a storm ever, ever could. But this isn't about the weather now is it Lost Soul, no it isn't. You are just trying to fill a space of uneasiness, of insecurity by using analogies of weather. I may not be the Storm Lost Soul, but you are merely a physical presence. Therefore Lost Soul, I can break you with ease. You see, Mother Nature didn't create you, She didn't give you the power to destruction. She gave you the power to sit on your ass and act like a fool because that is all you are Lost Soul, a simpleminded fool. Lost Soul, don't get overreacted on such a simple point, because you took it the wrong way my son.
Sonic: Lost Soul, you seemed to have a bit of a temper flare when I mentioned that this was all simply a game. You don't know if it's a game of love and hate, a game of life or death, or even a game of wrestling. Playtime in the Indy Fed leagues. Lost Soul, I've passed up recess a long time ago. I've now moved into training with the teacher. Of course, the teacher got a little pissed at my remarks in class. You see Lost Soul, you can call yourself the teacher, master, mentor or whatever because it doesn't matter. I'm not afraid of losing because I have a feeling that things may turn out more then unexpected. Lost Soul, you can wish that I am merely a student, but I was already a student to Frankie and look at him now. Taking my brother captive. So Lost Soul, when you listen to my remarks, at least hear me out. Serious Business Lost Soul, is a big understatement. This isn't serious business "bucko". It's gotten personal between You and Rayne, now I've been tossed into the fray to make it a personal 3 way If you will. Then again, it could still be considered serious business. I mean, it's for your World Heavyweight Title strap, which I'm sure you'd hate to lose now wouldn't you? Of course. Lost Soul, Rayne is the Special Guest Ref, an obviously important factor. He can help either of us win just by the way he counts, fast or slow. Just to let you know Lost Soul, it's a game of competitive nature. It's a game for your World Title. You see Lost Soul, with each move you make, it could be a decisive move, or a ridiculous move. You may or may not lose the World Title in this little game of ours Lost Soul. Don't worry though, Your life isn't really on the line, unless you want to make it on the line. I'd be all for it. If I'm standing in your path of destruction and annihiliation, All I've got to say is I'm not moving. You see Lost Soul, we can crash and leave a wreck, or you can simply move out of the way because I ain't even moving a millimeter. You try to intimidate everybody just because you hold the World Title, I'm sorry to burst your little idea Lost Soul because it isn't gonna' work with a man of my calibur. As far as knocking on death's door. Not quite Lost Soul. I've stood in Death's path and didn't move. He just went around me. I'm not one to be intimidated, I've been death before Lost Soul, yet you can't fathom the evil I contain. Lost Soul, don't make a move that you will later regret.
Sonic: You are like everybody else Lost Soul. Always saying how you will feel the most pain that you've ever felt, yadda yadda yadda. Lost Soul, what about giving me the match of my life? You see, That's exactly what I'm gonna' beat you in that ring and get that World Title. You see, I'm about to give you the match of your life. You thought facing Kip Reed in the NGN Cage Match was tough, try facing me. You see Lost Soul, I'm not a simple pushover. I'm not a simply rookie to be pushed around. I'm here to take you out Lost Soul, even if it means killing you. Lost Soul, everyone calls me a simple pushover, an easy victory. A lowly competitor. What About Me Lost Soul? What About Sonic Youth huh damnit? I never seem to get the recognition I deserve. I'm one of the best and you know it 'Soul. I never seem to get respect from the others, I never get pats on the back from the others saying nice job out there after measly fuckin house shows. Hell, Berg only requests me to see if I can get him some coffee or some other lame ass errand. I'm not respected, I'm not recognized as a good athlete here, so why bother? I'll tell you why Lost Soul, I'll tell you right now. You see, I want to climb onto the pedestial that will help me rise above the other competition, yet the putdowns of others won't help me. You see, I'm sick of being treated by some low jobber like the Brooklyn Brawler. You compare me to a little innocent child who got gutted and his throat slitted. You see 'Soul, that's just what I mean. I'm treated like dirt and I'm sick of it. At Takedown, you are gonna' go down Lost Soul, I don't care you, but you will be beaten. I don't care if I win or lose anymore. It's all gonna' be over for you Soul. Lost Soul, I'll never entirely be out of your way. Never! You see Lost Soul, there always comes a time when defeat enters the forefront of the mind. It's time Lost Soul, for your status to finally deteriate and for me to gain the World Title.
Sonic: Mistakes are always made. They are inevitable Lost Soul. However, you may be making a mistake right now. You see, you don't scare me at all. I know I can beat you, it's only a matter of when and how I'll beat you that is of any importance. Mere Mortals and Immortals are all the same Lost Soul. Nothing changes. Everything stays the same, unlike the earth that we stand on. Everything changes around us, yet most of it we can't comprehend. Lost Soul, you consider yourself on the borderline of a god, then you must consider yourself an immortal amongst mortals. You see Lost Soul, whether you are a mortal or immortal is on no essence, for you can still be beaten. Sure your range of power, your range of destruction and even deceit may grow, but what else changes? Your looks, Your appearance and mind stay the same 'Soul. Nothing is of any importance, nothing in the world of changes is ever important. Absolutely nothing. You see Lost Soul, no matter how many changes are made to one object, no matter how many changes are made to make everything else inferior, it always remains the same on the inside. The outside is the only thing that really changse, but then again, you can still notice who is hiding behind the image, hiding behind the mask of self pity and self deteriation. Lost Soul, you can consider yourself light years above me, yet in all reality, you are still on the same plane as me, both mentally and physically. Nothing changes, nothing ever will change. Lost Soul, you can state how I'm inferior to you, yet you know that I could possibly take you out. I'm not quite at the level of expertise yet, I'm growing ever so closer now aren't I 'Soul? Come on, you must admit it. I'm some tough competition.
Sonic: Lost Soul, a time comes when you should re-cnosider your actions. You see, your current attempts at trying to scare me off have failed miserably. Lost Soul, your little spiels of apparent wisdom needn't be shown because I show no fear. I'm not afraid of you, so instead of resourcing to death threats and such, try thinking about the overall wrestling match. I'm gonna' take out 'Soul by any means necessary. Lost Soul, your efforts to thwart my attempts at creating a plan have not ceased me in the least. Lost Soul, this is only a portion of what I can do. You have yet to see my full potential that I have bottled up inside of me. I will take you out Lost Soul, there is no dneying it, so you may as well accept it. The truth is hard to accept, so Lost Soul, instead of accepting it verbally, I'll be glad to show you how to accept it physically. Lost Soul, I may seem inferior to you right now, yet you will always be on the same level as myself Lost Soul. Always! Now you want to make sure that you rip on Rayne as well, try to get him riled up. I guess that would be a good strategy, if he was your opponent. I know it's gone "personal" between you two but come on Lost Soul, think about it! If you bump into him, your world Title says adios to you and winds up around MY waist. If you decide to blackmail Rayne into helping you, his contract says adios and he's fired from the Federation. Lost Soul, you should think things through mroe clearly my mis-understood son. Lost Soul, what you can't attack, can't hurt you. What you can attack, will hurt you 'Soul. So when you miserably try to attack me, you will only be attacked in self-defense and you will be beaten up for your actions. Lost Soul, a few final words before we arrive. You Don't Want To Feel The Pain, Then Don't Play The Game!
[The camera slowly fades out as the Dodge Viper pulls up outside of a warehouse with 21 painted on the side in large white spraypaint. Sonic steps out and walks to the trunk grabbing the guns as Alisa grabs the masks and Lauren grabs the harnesses. They stares at the building as they make their way to the stepladder leading up to the roof as voices can be heard from inside]
