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** "I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who have ever lived -I see all this potential, and I see squander- god damn it, an entire generation of pumping gas and waiting tables; we're slaves with white collars. Advertisements have us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We are the middle children of history, with no purpose or place. We have no great war, no great depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We were raised by television to believe that we'd be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars -- but we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed-off." Tyler Durden (Fight Club)

Location: The Loft, NYC
Status: On Camera

Pain, Death, and what’s next? Agony? Defeat? Despair? Knowledge? Truth? Grievance? Sorrow? Mourning?” Just a whisper.Quiet.Just above the lapping of water over rocks.Dark eyes looking up through darkness and windblown hair. Concrete and unmoving. Still and piercing.

Raven:“Come on, Taker; I thought you’d be more original than that.Trying to think that the Raven will be your sacrifice”

A pause.A continuation.And his hair continues to be wind drawn about his face.

Raven:““But instead I’ve found you riddled with clichés.You are not worthy to step into Ravens Clock Work Orange are you Big man”

He shakes his head softly to himself, eyes remaining focused. Steel and burning.He is himself.Face paint absent, face set firmly.

Raven:““At least you haven’t mentioned anything about mind games.Mind Games you simply cant play something that you have to leave to the master the artist Raven”


Raven:““See, it’s such a natural progression really. Pain is associated with death. Pain for the deceased in dying and lack there of after passing and pain for those around the said gone and buried. But that pain is manifested through grievance or mourning.”

His eyes refocus.

Raven:““Don’t try to talk to me about death, I’ve already spoken about that before.”

A questioning head tilt sideways.

Raven:“Or have you not done your homework?”

A smirk finds its way onto those pastel lips of his, curling just slightly at the corners of his mouth.

Raven:“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Mr. Taker. I expected better of you, I really did.”

That smirk widens.

Raven:“What’s heart breaking is that you began like so many before you and like so many after you will. You questioned my manhood.”

A false gasp.

Raven:“I shudder.”

A solemn grin.

Raven:“Could you not find some other way to go about with your first barb?”

It’s rhetorical, but worth thinking about.He repeats Taker question, more for emphasis.But he’s aware of his audience.

Raven:“What kind of man am I if I can not protect myself in a hardcore battle that left me bloody?”

As always, lets ask a better question, shall we?

Raven:“Perhaps you will be better served by asking yourself what kind of man you are for thinking you can take my spotlight away from me.Doubtlessly, you consider yourself to be an evil man. A man without fear. Without pity, remorse, or regret. A man without morals or compassion, except of course to your dear, loving Sara Calaway.”

Notice how sweetly he said that.

Raven:“But to enjoy enficting Pain?”

Raven shakes his head.

Raven:“Tell me, how does Torture that sends shivers down the spines of the undead feel or simply abuse in general?”

Oh yeah, and one more thing.

Raven:“Do you think you can beat me Taker the Sadist of HWE?”

Questioningly.The lapping of waves.

Raven:"You do know the definition of a sadist, don’t you? Knowing you, you’ll either find it as a sick term to use against me in ur little rants we i embrace it or deny it through non-acknowledgement. Any man that experiences almost orgasmic pleasure from hitting someone, much less makeing two men bleed there own blood on a white canvous, takes some perverse sexual pleasure (read as gratification) by inflicting pain, whether mentally or physically, on others.”

A slight pause.

Raven:“You my sir, seem to think you are better then me.”

A shrug.

Raven:“Hence, my classification of myself as a sadist.”

So please, be his guest and embrace it.That’s why he put it out there.

Raven:“It’s strange, really, how you put me on a pedestal for possessing a trait you say you don’t have; the ability to separate the ‘gimmick’ from myself. Yet, you say you are pure evil, un loved and forever alone, though you do seem to have a ‘dear, dear’ Sara Calaway.”

Once again, sarcasm.Noticing a reoccurring theme?

Raven:“Strange how someone of pure evil can be in love and care so deeply for another.”

He lets that sink in for a moment.His eyes wandering to the ink.

Raven:“I think, deep down inside you have the ability to separate your personal life from this game.”

Lets get at the heart of this, shall we?

Raven:“You just don’t want to admit it because you’ve built your own self image and you want so desperately for the fans to believe it.”

A slight pause.

Raven:“I’m sorry, Taker. That’s just not how it works.”

Once more, for emphasis.

Raven:“Not with me.”

He shakes his head.

Raven:“No, this isn’t where I break you down like you want me too. This is where I tell you that you don’t know me, no matter how much you want to believe you do, you simply have no clue.”

A slight grin slips itself to place on those pale lips.

Raven:“But I know you.”

He nods, almost in acknowledgement.

Raven:“Yeah, I know, a bold statement.”

A slight shrug.

Raven:“But the difference between you and I is that I’m able to back up my statements with logic rather than Idle threats.You want to put pressure on me by threatening my name.”

A shrug, dismissive almost.

Raven:“It’s nothing new. Al Snow, and Vampiro already tried that.”

He continues.

Raven:“The only difference is, they did it in a way that made it interesting.”

Taker on the other hand?That’s a different story.

Raven:“Now you’ll say that this is different. In fact, you’ve said it before already on multiple occasions.”

His eyes refocus on us, staring directly through us.

Raven:The only thing that’s different, Taker, and pay attention closely to this part, is that you’re physically threatening me with bodily harm.”

A pause.And then slowly for dramatic emphasis.

Raven:“You’re not going to take greatness away from me.”

And just so Taker doesn’t try to point out he’s wrong, Raven continues onwards.

Raven:“I know you’ve said that you’ll cause me so much mental anguish that i then become just a shell of what Raven once was. I hate to burst your bubble on this one (I really do), but that simply is not going to happen. You can continue to pursue me Saterday and even afterwards if you wish, but make no mistake that you’ll be the one broken if you choose that path.”

Just so there’s no confusion.

Raven:“And no, don’t misconstrue that as a threat. It’s my turn to be cliché here; that’s a promise.See, you are a virus Taker.”

He nods.

Raven:“I’ll admit that.”

There’s just one slight problem, however.

Raven:“The only problem with your virus analogy is that the only person you’re able to infect is yourself. Despite what you may want me or anyone else to believe, you’re slowly crumbling. You began to crumble the moment you knew that it would be me you’d have to face in order to actually defend yourself. You’ve been trying to put mental strain on me, but the strain has fallen squarely on your own shoulders from day one. From the moment you found out that I was the one that would challenge you, you began to get scared. You can try and deny it all you want, but your actions over the course of the past two weeks speak louder than any words. I can see it, the fans can see it, Lanier can see it, your good friend Paul Bearor can see it. Hell, even the rest of the HWE can see it; and the bloody twit still thinks he’s hot. It’s been transparent from day one.You yourself even acknowledges it whether you realize it or not, and I’m sure a man of your intelligence realizes what you’ve acknowledged.Or maybe not, I mean, you did decide to sink to the level of calling Alinie a slut my fiancé who has never been questioned in her fidelity to me and myself to her. Meanwhile, you’re privy to Ms. Sara. I’ll spare you the comments, of insulting your women why? well frankly, those types of comments are just not my style.Oh, here’s a tip. Next time you should try not to contradict yourself. You claim that we’ll have an epic battle, but then you say that in my prime I wasn’t worth carrying your bags. You say that maybe you’ll allow me to get in one or two matches before you begin to fight, but then you say that our match will be one of the greatest.You truly are confused.And still, despite all your verbiage and incessant repetition, you neglect to look at the fact that I am still in my prime and better than anyone else in this federation.And yes, that includes you.(PAUSE)Oh yeah, and Taker…”

He lingers for a moment, staring.Cold gray eyes clearly visible for the first time despite the light, framed by the darkness.Accentuated by the night.

Raven:“I am the past, present, and future.”

A slight pause.

Raven:“If you don’t understand what that means, perhaps you’re in over your head.”

And now for a bit of tooting his own horn.

Raven:“I’ve accomplished more now than anything you have or ever will, and I’ll accomplish more in the future than anything you could ever dream of. Because, you overlooked (among other things) one major fact about me; my desire never died. My ability has not diminished, only grown. And my talent? I haven’t lost any of it.Now, lets try and see if you can get past everything you’ve been talking about over this next week and come up with something a bit more original. I know, I know. You hit Alinie over the head with a chair. I was in pain. It hurt me. You’re hurting me by trying to hurt her. I’ll lose my focus. You’re better than me, blah, blah, blah, blah. You’re going to stand over me while I lay broken in a pool of my own blood, with your Earn held over your head. I walked away in the prime of my career. I’m going to die. You’re in love with Sara and she enjoys watching you torture men. You like to drink my blood. You’re going to bring the pain like no other. Oh yeah, and one more I’m going to die just for good measure.”

That was sarcasm, in case you didn’t notice.

Raven:“Anything I’m missing?”

Here’s the invitation.

Raven:“Feel free to point it out at me in your next Insight, I know you will. Just like I know you’ll try to turn around everything I’ve said or no sell it all. Hell, now you may not do either of the two simply because I put it out there that it’s what you’ll probably do. But it’s not like nobody knew that already. Because, that’s the point of these Insights. They’re simply to bash and bash and bash away at your opponent verbally, trying to point out every flaw, every weakness, and just generally make them look foolish. I could go on longer on this, but why point out things everybody already knows?”

He grins.

Raven:“I’m sure even you will agree.”

The grin slowly fades and an oddly serious look finds itself on his face.

Raven:“But the fact of the matter is that none of this matters until Saterday.”


Bloody Saterday.

Raven:“Because once we step into the ring, all of our words, all of our thoughts, all of your attempts at ‘mind games’ (funny how you’re the one playing the games here and I’m the one so famous for playing them), none of it matters. All that matters is who the better wrestler is. And yes, I know you’ll say you are. In fact, you’ll probably try to amaze me, a bit like the fools Vampiro and Snow did, with technical maneuvers galore. You know, trying to prove that your in ring knowledge far surpasses mine. But I’ve proven what I can do. And I haven’t even shown it all.”

The sun is beginning to rise, fire blazing from behind a black shawl.

Raven:“We’ll talk more about this later, Taker.'

He pauses, looking up at us and out over the distance where the faintest glimmers of light can be seen.

Raven:“'One more thing. Please and I do mean pretty please, spare me how this must be some sort of joke. That I can not possibly be serious, blah, blah, blah, blah. Because that would just be too predictable.'

And that grin widens in the growing daylight.

Raven:“'But then again, being unpredictable has never been your strong point, has it?'

The blackness of the river giving way as oranges and firebrick reds play across its surface.

Raven:““I want you to think about what you’re going to say next time before you sprout off randomly at the mouth.”

The darkness is subsiding.

Raven:““That way, things’ll be a bit more interesting.So it is written, and so it shall come to pass QUOTE THE RAVEN NEVER MORE”

And with that, he lingers, watching as the blackness of the wee morning hours begins to give way to sunrise.His eyes fixated.Before he slowly begins to move away.


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