VersusVs Regan Chambers vs Gwenivere Jordan Vs Hardcore Timmay
5 wins -6 lossess -Draw 000
Former Frontier Martials Arts Wrestling Champion
Prologue: When I Was Born..I Was Born The Man!..And When You Step on That Apron Your Ass Becomes Part of The Game That I'm The Man In!
Fade up the Sin Wrestling logo.
In any profession, whether it be athletic or educational, police work or criminal, there will always be one person that stands out above all else. That one man will set the standard that all others will be held to and more often than not, that standard will never be met.
"I AM..... THE MAN!!"
To be compared to the likes of Hulk Hogan or Ric Flair can be one man's greatest achievement. Meant as a compliment, to the best of the best, it is an insult. In the mind of the best, there is no comparison. There is no one on their level and there never will be. It becomes the career of the best to remain the best, to hold off the top of the mountain and fight away all those who seek to claim it as their own. To fight back the threat of elevation for all they are worth.
The theory of elevation is a myth creamed over by internet fan boys. No matter who is on top, the complaints about lack of elevation are evident. For years, they will scream that a man deserves a world championship push and when he receives it, he immediately becomes public enemy number one and another up and comer takes his place as the internet golden boy. Because of the lack of elevation, the fans coined the term "glass ceiling," meaning that the mid-carders could look up through the glass ceiling and see the main event but could never quite reach it. Constantly bumping their heads into the ceiling with no sign of it giving in.
Sid was never the internet golden boy.
Sid made his presence known in Noah Japan for the first time.Immediately upon Entering NOAH, began an intense feud with Kenta Kobashi...Whom he Defeated In an incredible Semifinal match for the NOAH Championship.He eventually went to the finals of the NOAH championship,but lost to Ikuto Hidaka
Although Sitting around and relaxing after his loss, had its perks,this did not suit the self-proclaimed "Man." It was time to return to Wrestling and claim the one belt that should've been his from the beginning. Sid made his appearence in FMW, made his intentions known, and crushed Hisakatsu Oya in his first match .
Sid made the challenge to Hayabusa,and made the promise that the FMW's Show at the Tokyo Egg Dome would be the site where a new Champion would be crowned. Sid and Hayabusa wrestled an epic match, lasting upwards of forty minutes, before Sid hit the Death Trap and put the legendary performer's other foot in the grave, staking claim to his first world championship. "The Man" had finally reached the pinnacle of his career, 5 years of struggling in Pro Wrestling paying off once and for all. Sid's career was riding high .
And then it all came crashing down.
Atushi Onita took over FMW from Hayabusa and his first act of business was to strip all champions of their titles with the intention of crowning new ones later in the night. Sid didn't agree with this method and refused to take part. He threw down the FMW Heavyweight championship and walked away for what he thought would be forever.
Onita failed. FMW was broken. Hayabusa returned to pick up the pieces and announced that forty-five men would do battle in the main event of a PPV entitled Brawl for all . Forty-five men would do battle and one man would walk out with the Frontier Martials arts Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. After his first reign had ended so suddenly, Sid had to show them that they made a mistake by robbing him of his championship. He entered himself in the match. Everyone immediately wrote him off as hype. A man FMW had washed out before he could become washed up. Many heralded Komazawa Olympic Park Gym as the place where a new contender would step up and take the crown. Veteran, hungry superstars the Likes of Vicious Vic Grimes,Stan"the Lariat"Hansen And Big Van Vader came from all over to try their hand in the main event.
In one match, Sid climbed the ladder to the very top of Frontier Martial arts Wrestling. Eliminating wrestler after wrestler after wrestler until he was the last man standing.His mask broken,blood staining his features, Sid eliminated The Sadistic ECw Legend Sabu to win the FMW championship for the second time.
Forty-four other men came from all over the world to win the title and "The Man" turned every single one of them away as if they were children playing a man's game. Sid showed every single one of them exactly why he was the man to beat. Sid established once and for all that he has broken through that glass ceiling
And now With Sid firmly back in place, panicked. The wrestlers were threatening to quit if something wasn't done about the living, breathing, ass kicking machine known to many as Sid"The Man"Frankenstein. People were getting concussions left and right thanks to Sid and his arsenal of Ring side Weapons, until one night, Hayabusa pulled the trigger that would almost kill Sid's once and for all.
The match was for the FMW World Championship. Sid versus Mr. Gannosuke versus Mammoth Sasaki. Sid dealt out punishment left and right, taking advantage of them like they were first match rookies until Willy "Hido" Takayama and Tetsuhiro Kuroda arrived at ringside on the orders of Hayabusa, distracting Sid long enough for Gannosuke to sneak a pin on Sasaki to steal the world championship.
Sid cornered Ganosuke,Takayama and Kuroda and his ensuing revenge was so fierce, so brutal, so very, very awe inspiring, that Hayabusa had no choice but to Fire Sid before lives were lost.
For nearly three years, the wrestling world had continued on without Sid and the wrestlers have let out a sigh of relief. Elevation has occurred in his absence and new stars have been born. It wasn't until Sin Wrestling opened its doors that Sid decided it was time to make another impact. In a promotion ruled by Corey Page,Sid felt it was his duty to show them what real talent was like.
After sitting back and watching the business evolve without him, he decided that it was time to return, to show the up and comers that they are not the Man.
... Once upon a broken child..
The pain...and the suffering...of a childhood lost. An empty swing, an empty promise. A broken dream, a broken home. It's strange, how laughter looks like crying, with no sound & rain drops taste like tears, without the pain. the tortured soul that best reflects the ragged edges of human emotion. One man, his life... nothing but a tangled web.. one must face their demons again & again to try & gain the upper hand yet lose that comeuppance in a never-ending cycle of pain and retribution. Bound by loneliness and self depression. Wallowing in his own depression, he seeks no reaction, no acceptance from any one else but His allies. for his whole life, the course if it all began by a broken heart, shattered by god... no more does he trust or care. about his own well being or the well being of those that stand in his way, that dare to try and bring him further down.
his life, not of the ordinary... but more one, that brings you to tears, brings you to feel sorrow and pity for him. something, he rejects, but yet his own eats at him like a plague, watching, waiting to to hurt him. driven by anger, driven by hate... he seeks to fulfill his calling, his life story. complete the story of his dear suffering life. he sees it as his calling, his purpose of life to be achieve this high stature that others so dearly love...his life has brought him nothing but pain, his path, his calling obstructed and set off course by these events... driven him to become a madman... seeking to find those, with no guidance, no confidence, the out casts and misfits of the world, unit them as one and follow them, like a General ... in the army.. sent out to live by his rules, his every word... not fearing to take on anything.. but those individuals he attaches himself to, end up being the ones that dearly cut and hurt him deeply.. a mind is a complicated thing, something of force, of power... a weapon of sheer havoc and destruction, his mind... one that's brought pain to the world, shed blood and let it flow, like the nile river.. sought out to this world his won personal play ground, his field of horror and misfortune... seeking revenge and total annihilation of anyone and everyone that dare to cross and hurt him... he takes not kindly to betrayal..... he walks his life anyone else,except for his allies... they think they understand him, but they don't, they don't at all..
They laughed at me, tell me I despicable, that I am disturbing and disgusting for the fact that I don't wash my clothing. That I leave them the way they are and continue to wear them like nothing is wrong... Why? because they are my badges.. my pride and honour in this world... they show my battles, my fights that I have gone through in life. Each stain, each rip, each thing on them has a history and it shows..
Hardcore Timmay, your are crazy,and you are blinded by the weed you smoke.. your soul you do not own and never have. But come this crimson stained, Sunday night, I shall take it! I will take thy soul and make thy an enemy, make thy wish he never stepped into the crossfire. For you will, come to see things my way, you Timmay will beg for mercy, but find none.
Never give up... never quit.... Never have I done that... never will I do it... Timmay.. I have no quit in me, do you not understand? I am not easy to get rid of. I do not rest easily. You cannot tuck me under the rug and hope I go away... I am like tick, picking away you.. piece by piece... inch by inch... Do you not understand Timmay, what you think is not reality... you seem to be in this realm, of thinking. That I am nothing more then a mere push over... How wrong you are... how so wrong!
I don't care how Hardcore you are... Or What you have done in life. That means nothing when it comes to me...I haven't forgotten the scars from Japan and the wars from the Valleys of Extreme . I haven't forgotten the tumbles from the fifteen foot high steel cells and the tickling of the tacks as they slowly penetrate my skin. Timmay boy, you are not Hardcore until you've felt those thumb tacks entering your skin. Piercing through the flesh like a needle, finding refuge in your blood and in your veins.
Oh how I miss that feeling. Pound for pound... drop of blood for drop of blood... I take what i get and dish out what i must... never do I come to war unprepared... Like a General I have my tactics, I have my plans in place, incase one comes to fail. There's another around the corner, ready to be used. To be put into action.
I will not play games. This is where i , make it loud and clear... to everyone... that I mean what I say. Sid does not play.. I never have... I never will.. I fight... I fight and crawl for what I get in life and I will not stop now... not to plays games or sing songs... Life is a fight Timmay, I fight until the bitter end.
Gwenivere, you may feel strong and powerful because you have battled in many high profiled matches or so they seem in your book. But to my records, your matches in your long illustrious career have come up short when it comes to greatness. Your name and great do not find them selves in relation, for they are nothing more then opposites. Sadly for you Gwen, opposites do not attract one and other. But one thing you will come in contact with is that of your own death. As I pull your beaten carcass up off the ground, stained in crimson blood, I stare into your eyes, glazed over.And since you love pain Then with one swift move, I shall introduce you to my signature, of pain. Send you to hell, one I have created for you. As your world crumbles beneath you, as you come to realise, you dreams are nothing more then dreams you cannot live.
I walk down to the ring amongst you and all try to ouch me. Want to give me now the time and place, but forget what you have done to me I have not. Your years of no emotions, years of making me an outcast, pointing and laughing have driven me into a man of no remorse.
I want to see you all suffer, but cannot. I want to see you all quiver but cannot... So you see, I will take away that of which you love. I will make examples of those you come to see. Those you have been lead to boo and cheer. Not allowed to make up your own minds.
The arrogant jackasses in the suits make you cheer Wreestlers or boo them. But I will take away that from you. I will stop your fun, like you did to me! I will take away your stars and bring you none illuminated men. No longer burning bright. There eternal flames put out, without trace. No longer lighting up arenas and homes around the world, with their idiotic ways and demeanors!
Come to the ring and runs their mouths spilling out unthoughtful and unintelligent liens towards you blind people. Talking about laying things down and snapping things in half. Taking their mouths on a walk, and their mouths drop out shit. Things they cannot back up, for they don't have the capability too! But none the less, in matter of hours, the next step shall be taken.
The walk shall continue and mind you, a walk that has no end, a path which doesn't stop for many. But for one man, and many lucky like him to follow, they will find that end, until they are pulled by the legs without notice and tossed back to the beginning to once again find the end. The shining object at the end of the path, there for you to take and old high. Show the world you have done it. Many will reach the end if lucky more then once, so honored to actual reach the end. This is no rabbit hole... we follow no rabbit...
This faith brings us. If faith seeks us to find the end. Then we shall. If faith seeks us to fail, then we will... Only one thing Faith has for us...One thing faith assures us on our time line of life... That at the end of it for all mankind, there our time line shall be marked and come to an end with Death! That thing all fear... we know it's going to happen. It's not like it's hidden from you. No they tell you about it. So when it comes you embrace it with open arms and take it in! For all of my opponents to embrace death come Sunday night. Not a death that will bring end to life for them.
But a death in which brings end to his quest and to his greatness. A death that brings end to his lies that they have given the world time and time again!
And They thought Zimdela Brudon is a nut job... they haven't seen pain.. felt misery and experienced torture like I plan to release...
Can you feel it? Life slipping away? Your almost there, touching it, then with the slip of a finger, with the step of a wrong move, a simple miscalculation... it's over... you have lost it all and nothing is what you now have.. can you think of life like that? how emotion less and pitiful it is. No longer in the running, now back to square on, from the beginning you walk the path, climb the ladder... again! it's like starting life over again, without a clue, like a new born child. Seeing the world for the first time...
How your worlds will be taken away from you, snatched away like a thief in the night... oh don't feel sorrow, for it shall not help heal the wound, only make it bleed more... try... come to my world and walk my game, try and beat me... and see if you succeed... this is not a mere test... this is life. this is now, not tomorrow, or the next day, not yesterday or the day before that. This is the moment... the moment you must live. the moment you fight for and want... the one which shall make or break you... the single, the single moment... It is here, then the next it is gone. Within the blink of an eye... it all can change... for better or worse... till death does it part!
The scene opens inside a small church in the city of Hartford,Ct. It's late at night, and the place is virtually deserted. A lone straggler walks in from the streets. He looks around the church nervously, almost as if he is expecting someone to be waiting for him there. When he sees that the place is empty aside from him, he seems to relax a little bit. He makes his way over to the confessional booth, and steps in.
Inside, he kneels down, and the small window between the two room slides open. It's obvious that there is someone in the other side, but all that can be seen is a dark outline.
Voice: What can I do for you, my child?
Man: Please father, I believe I may be in terrible danger.
Voice: What kind of danger?
Man: There are....several men after me. I believe they might be after me for information.
Voice: What kind of information do you possess that would cause these men to pursue you so relentlessly?
Man: I know the whereabouts of someone they are looking for. I've been running all night, but I think that they might be closing in.
Voice: Are these men criminals, my son?
Man: I believe that they are something far, far worse than that. These men follow a man claiming to be a Highy powerful wiccan of this day and age. They will stop at nothing to follow his commands.
Voice: If these men are as dangerous as you have said, then why come to me? Why not simply inform the police?
Man: Because they have eyes and ears everywhere! Several of the higher ranking officers on the force are followers of this cult. Going to the police would serve me no purpose other than walking right into their hands!
Voice: What can the church possibly do to protect you?
Man: I am here more for my souls protection, than for protection of my life.
Voice: What do you mean?
Man: I do not really believe that there is anyone that can protect me from these men if they truly wish to find me. I have been following several of them this past week, and I have seen some of the things that they are capable of doing. I have also heard stories of things that they have done in the past. If they find me, my life will most likely be forefeit. I am here simply to ask for the lords forgiveness. I want to know that my soul will pass to a better place if I am to die tonight.
Voice: I'm sorry my son, but your soul is already damned.
Man: What?!?! Father, what are you saying?
Voice: You have already condemned yourself to a life of eternal damnation. You are nothing more that a worthless Whore! You will suffer at the hands of .....
As the voice says this, a look of extreme fear appears on the mans face. Hurriedly, he stumbles back, and opens the door to the confessional. As soon as he does, several men grab him and drag him out, holding him in place. He quits struggling when he hears the door on the other side of the confessional open up, and as the man he was talking to steps into view, the mans eyes are filled with terror. ....It's Sid!
Sid: Did you honestly think that this so-called "holy" place would be able to protect you?
The man says nothing, just looks on at Sid with a look of fear in his eyes.
Sid: You are a sinner, my friend. i have been aware of your actions for sometime, and i know about your affiliations. Now, you will tell me what I want to know. You will tell me how to find who I am looking for.
Man: No.....no, I can't! I won't!
Sid: Yes, you will. One way or another, you will tell me....
As Sid says this, he reaches into his coat and pulls out a long, silver dagger. He approaches the man, and places the dagger near his face.
Sid: One way or another, you will tell me where to find Hardcore Timmay ......
The scene opens up in a downtown area of Hartfort. This particular area of town is rather run down, with many of the buildings in the vicinity looking nearly uninhabitable. In front of one of the buildings, Sid pulls up on his motorcycle, with Trinity on the back. The two of them climb off the bike, and Sid pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket. He looks at it, then looks at the building very carefully before putting the paper away.
Sid: This is it. Let's see what we can find Trinity.
Trinity: I sense a lot of pain from this place. Bad things have happened here. Many, many bad things.
Sid: If we find who we're looking for, something bad is most definitely going to happen. Come on.
With that, Sid heads for the front door of the building, with Trinity following clsoe behind him. The front "lobby" area of the building is really falling apart, with junk scattered everywhere, and pieces of the ceiling lying on the ground. There are even a couple areas that look like they were recently home to several homeless people. Sid goes over to one of these areas where a barrel is sitting. He places his hand over the top of the barrel.
Sid: Still warm. Someone has been here recently, most likely during the night.
Sid then turns and heads for a nearby set of stairs. The stairs creak and moan as Sid and Trinity walk up them. At the top of the stairs, they come to a long hall. The two begin making their way down the hall, looking into the various rooms. Most of the rooms don't even have doors on them. But as they come to the end of the hall, they come to one that has a fairly new looking door, and it is shut. Sid reaches down to the knob, but finds the door locked.
Trinity: No one needs to keep a locked door in this place.
Sid: Except for someone who is trying to hide.....
As he says this, he motions for Trinity to back up a bit. She does, and then Sid places a massive kick right in the center of the door, sending bits of wood flying everywhere and the door flying open. Sid and Trinity walk into the room and look around.
Sid: Someone has been here. Very recently, too.
Trinity: It feels like him.....
The room there are in does appear to be recently lived in, even though it is virtually empty. There is a pile of blankets layed out in one corner of the room, as well as a pillow in what must be a makeshift bed. Next to the window sits a chair. Sid walks over to the window and looks out. You can see a great deal of the city from that particular window. The only other piece of furniture in the room is a small, folding card table.
Trinity: Sid.....look here.
Sid walks over to Trinity who is standing next to the table. She holds in her hand an unmarked video tape she found lying there.
Trinity: This was attached to it.
Trinity hands Sid a small, folded up piece of paper. Sid opens it up, ti find on sentence written on the inside:
"The best of Hardcore Timmay Enjoy The Tape Sid"
Sid: He was here, but he obviously knew that we were coming for him.
Trinity: He spends his time hiding . Eventually, he will have to come out.
Sid: He'll have to come out Sunday night, I'll get my hands on him then. Either that, or I'll just let Gwenivere handle him. Come on Trinity, let's get out of here.
Both Sid and Trinity make their way out of the room, and back downstairs. Out front, Sid approaches his bike, and when he does, he notices a small piece of paper on the seat. He opens it up and reads:
"Did you honestly think that you would be able to find me so easily Sid? I knew you were coming long before you did. See you in in the ring Sunday night."
Sid crumples up the paper and tosses it to the ground. He takes a look aroudn at his surroundings, hoping to see some sign of movement or something. But there is absolutely nothing. Finally, he motions to Trinity to get on the bike.
Sid: Lets go, Trinity. I'll see him Sunday......
Flash forward-the Next day
The scene opens up somewhere downtown new york at night. The night is balmy, with a slight breeze filtering in from the east. We find ourselves on a rooftop overlooking the lights of the city. At the edge of the roof stands a man, but all that can be seen of him is a silhouette. As the wind blows, his long hair flows back. He stands there, simply looking out over the lights of the city. Suddenly, the silent calm of the scene is interrupted by the sound of a metal door screeching open, and then slamming shut. After that, footsteps are hear approaching, and Sid steps into the scene.
Sid: Finally, I find you. I have searched most of this wretched city tonight looking for you. I should have known to come here.
The man at the rooftops edge doesn't even turn to acknowledge Sid's presence. However, when he speaks, his voice is unmistakable.
Jason Nigh: Yes, you should have known Sid. But then again, maybe I put too much faith in your intelligence.
Sid: You know Jason, if you truly feel that i do not trust you, perhaps you should give me a reason to trust you.
Jason: And how would I do that?
Sid: For starters, learning your place would be nice. You might be a good friend Flame, but here it is I who is Flame's right hand.
Jason: How could I forget Sid? You seem to manage to remind every one of that every time you speak..
Sid: And that means?
For several moments, Jason says nothing, he simply continues to do what he has been doing, staring out over the city. Then finally, and with a flourish, he turns and steps down from the edge of the rooftop and approaches Sid.
Jason: It means that I have you figured out. You are afraid of me.
Sid: Afraid of you? Perhaps I was wrong about you....you're more mad than Trinity!
Jason: No, Sid, you misunderstand me. You are not afraid of me in the physical sense. Let's face it, you are a very powerful man. In a fight, I'm sure that you would have the advantage.
Sid: Then how am I afraid of you Pravus? Please, enlighten me.
Jason: You fear what I am capable of doing here.
Sid: Such as?
Jason: Such as taking your place at Flame's side as my own.
As Jason speaks these words, Sid quickly moves forward and stands over Jason, looking down with a glare of intense anger.
Sid: Do you really think that you could do that?
Jason: The question is, Sid, do YOU think I can do that?
Sid says nothing, only glares at Jason, Jason, unwilling to back down, does not even falter as he stares Sid directly in the eyes as well. After a few moments of this, Sid suddenly turns and walks away.
Sid: Enough games, Jason! There are far more important things to worry about than this deal between you and I.
Jason: For once, you and I seem to agree on something.
Sid: a few weeks ago, we officially entered into the battle lines of SW. We want to show them that we are a force to reckoned with, and we should not be ignored any longer.
Jason: Yes, we do.
Sid: And now, this week, I will be representing Team Sadistic in a battle against Gwenivere Jordan,Regan Chambers and Hardcore Timmay.But I need to know one thing, and one thing only.
Jason: And that would be? Come on Sid, out with it! I don't have all night.
Sid: I need to know ,that since your beating at illusions at the hands of Mike Phantasy,Slash Tannon And Johnny Legend. if your heart is truly set in comming back to Sin?
Once again, a moment of silence passes between the two. Jason simply looks on at Sid after he hears the question. Finally, he moves a few steps forwards towards Deacon and begins to speak.
Jason: Believe me, Sid, i have every intention to Return to Sw and Get even with Phantasy.
Sid: Good. That is what I need to know.
With that, Sid turns and makes his way to the same door he came through. As the door slams shut behind him, Jason continues to stare.
Jason: We agree Sid.....for now.
Later That Night
The scene opens up later that same night outside another warehouse of Flame. Sid pulls up out front on his motorcycle, and makes his way to the front of the building. As he opens the large metal door, a loud screeching is heard that echoes inside the building itself, and so does the sound of the door slamming shut.
Inside the building itself is pitch black. At this time of night, there is no one around so the place is deserted. Sid, after having spent so much time in this place over the years, doesn't even make an effort to turn a light on. He simply makes his way from the front to the back, knowing exactly where every obstacle is even in the dark.
Once at the back of the compound, Sid makes his way through the door leading to his own private sanctuary. As he closes the door behind him, he hears the sound of someone giggling in the dark.
Sid: What the--? Who's there?
Sid: I know that someone is there. You'd be better off revealing yourself now than having me find you.
This time, another giggle is heard, followed by the sound of snapping fingers. At that momnet, the lights in the room come on, revealing Trinity standing in one corner of the room.
Sid: Damnit Trinity! What are you doing here hiding in the dark? That's a very good way to get yourself hurt!
Trinity: But I like the dark.....it's so quiet, so peaceful.
Sid: I highly doubt that your mind is ever quiet and peaceful. But still, you did not answer my question. What are you doing here?
Trinity: I saw where you went, Sid. You went out looking for Jason.
As Trinity says this, Sid removes his trench coat, and turns to hang it up in the corner nearest the door.
Sid; Yes, I did. I needed to speak with him about comming back.
Trinity: Bad Sid! You lie to me.
Sid: What do you mean?
Trinity: You were not there to make sure that he is prepared, you were there to question his loyalty. You do not trust him.
Sid: I trust in the fact that Flame trusts him.
Trinity: You are trying to avoid the point Sid. You have faith in where Judas places his trust, yet you yourself will not trust Jason.
Sid: I can't help it, Trinity. There is simply something about him that I do not like. Something that makes me uneasy.
Trinity: He is a loyal ,Sid. I have seen it.
Sid: I believe him to be loyal to Flame. I only question how far he will go to prove his loyalty.
Trinity: You believe that in being loyal to Flame,he will attempt to betray you to furhter himself.
Sid: It is a possibility. Whether he intends to do it or not, I do not know. But he likes to make me think that is what he is here to do.
Trinity: They are mind games Sid. Jason is a master of them. I have seen into his past, I know what he is capable of. Do not let him get to you. Focus on the task at hand, and you will be greatly rewarded.
Sid: You have seen this?
Trinity: I have seen....everything......
Suddenly, Trinity's eyes roll back into her head, and she starts to collapse. Sid quickly rushes forward and catches her as she does. As he holds her, she begins to gon into convulsions. Then, just as suddenly as she begins, she stops. Her eyes flutter open and she looks up at Sid.
Trinity: .....it's almost time.
The scene opens up inside Flame's warehouse compound. It is the middle of the afternoon, and the place is full of people going about their everyday tasks. Towards the front of the building, we see Flame walking, and alongside him is Sid. The two of them are in conversation as they make their way through the hustle and bustle of the ongoing activities.
Flame: This is what Trinity has foreseen?
Sid: It is. I was there myself when the visions overtook her. And it was not one of her normal everyday visions. It was a powerful one.
Flame: How so?
Sid: It is not very often that Trinity's visions render her nearly unconscious. Not since she first came to us, and you helped her to harness her power.
Flame: This is true. I remember when I first met Trinity. It was on the streets of California. Her family had all but abandoned her, claiming that her visions were a tool of the devil himself. I, however, knew what she was capable of. And that is why I brought her here. I do not see her completely overtaken by a vision very much, these days.
Sid: And that is exactly what happened last night.
Flame: Very well then. This is something that we cannot ignore. Can you take care of this?
Sid: I can. But I also thought......
Sid: Harry might be of particular use to us in this situation.
Flame: I see what you mean. Very well, fill Harry in on what must be done. I'm sure he will enjoy this task.
Just as Flame finishes speaking, a brown haired young boy walks up behind the two men.
Harry: Enjoy what task?
Flame: Sid will fill you in, Harry. I have more pressing matter I must attend to.
Harry: Ok, sure. Sounds good.
Sid and Harry both nod their heads to Flame as he turns and walks towards his private chambers in the back of the compound. Harry then turns to Sid.
Harry: So, what is this task you guys have in mind for me.
Sid: Take a walk with me, Harry.We have a lot to discuss.
Harry: Sure. Oh, wait! I almost forgot.
Sid: What is it?
Harry begins fumbling around in his pocket for something, and then finally finds what he is looking for. He pulls out a picture, and holds it up.
Harry: I found this in Jason's room earlier. I thought that you might find it very interesting.
Sid takes the pictures from Harry and holds it up for a closer look. As he does so a look of recognition crosses his face, followed by a look of extreme rage. He suddenly reaches out and grabs Harry by the shirt, picking him up and slamming him against the wall.
Sid: Where is Jason?!?!
Harry: Hey man, don't shoot the messen--
Sid: WHERE IS HE?!?!?!
Harry: All he said was going someplace where he could think! That's all I know!
Just as suddenly as he grabbed him, Sid releases Harry, dropping him to the ground, where he lands in a heap. By the time Harry gets back to his feet and brushes himself off, Sid is already out the door, the sound of his motorcycle roaring down the road fading into the distance.
Harry: I knew he was going to be pissed......
A short time later, the scene opens up on the same rooftop where Sid and Jason last talked. As the winds blows slightly, Jason is once again standing on the edge of the roof overlooking the city. The sounds of sirens can be heard in the distance, and then suddenly they are drowned out by the roar of a motorycle.
Jason: It took him a little longer than I expected.
Jason continues to stand there for several moments, and then the sound of the door to the roof opening and slamming shut is heard. Once again, there is the sound of footsteps approaching, only this time they are much quicker than before.
Jason: I have to say, Sid, you're getting slow. I was actually expecting you here a little bit earlier than--
Jason is suddenly cut off as a hand grabs him by the back of his coat and pulls him off the edge of the roof, and throws him to the ground. As he looks up, he sees Sid towering over him with a look of rage on his face.
Sid: WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!?
Jason: Easy, Sid. You don't need to be getting all bent out of--
Once again, Jason is cut off as Sid grabs him, this time around the throat! Sid lifts him up off the ground, slams him against the nearby wall, and holds him there.
Sid: Answer me, Jason, before I snap your neck in two with my bare hands!
Jason struggles to say something, but is unable to due to Sid's grip on his throat. Sid eventually let's go, and drops Jason to the ground. Jason gets to his feet, rubbing his neck.
Jason: It would be kind of nice to know EXACTLY what you're talking about, Sid. I didn't think you'd get this worked up over me borrowing some meditation candles!
Sid: Don't play games with me Jason, you know exactly why I am came back.
Jason: Sorry, but I really don't.
Sid reaches into his pocket, and pulls out the picture Jason gave him earlier, and holds in up in front of Jason's face.
Sid: This is what I'm talking about Jason. What is the meaning of THIS?
Jason takes a quick look at the picture Sid is holding, and then a look of anger crosses his face as well.
Jason: So, I see you've been going through my things. What happened to not stealing from another member?
Sid: I've done nothing of the sort. Harry found this in your room last night.
Jason: Harry? That little punk is SOOO beyond dead.....
Sid: Enough Jason, I want you to explain to me what's going on here. And I want you to explain it to me NOW!
Jason: I don't know what your problem is Sid. That's just some girl I met a few weeks ago. Quite the looker, if I do say so myself. Even the name fit her image.....Blossom
Sid: I know her name. She's my sister.
A look of surprise crosses Jason's face, and then a smug smile.
Jason: Small world then, isn't it Sid?
Sid: You knew who she was the moment you met her, Jason. This is nothing more than another one of your mind games.
Jason: Sorry Sid, but you're wrong again. I thought your sisters name was Jenna. i thought she was your only sister
Sid: She is. This is Blossom .. my foster sister.
Jason: It's a Small world after all.
Sid: I should kill you where you stand.
Jason: Go right ahead and try, Sid, but I don't think you could do it. Besides, would you really want to face Flame's wrath afterwards?
Sid says nothing, just stands there for a moment, seething in anger as he stares Jason down. Finally, he moves closer to Jason, but Jason doesn't even begin to back down. He stands his ground.
Sid: I'm warning you Jason, I am not the kind of person that you want to piss off.
Jason: No offense Sid, but I've pissed off a LOT worse guys that you.
Sid: Believe that if you will, but I swear to you, if you ever go anywhere near her again, Flame's wrath will look like nothing compared to mine.
Jason: Careful, Sid. You're walking the thin line here.
Sid: Mark my words, Jason. Mark my words.
With that, Sid turns and makes his way back through the door and down the stairs, slamming the door as he does. Jason stands there with a smug smile on his face as he watches him leave.
Jason: This is going to be more fun that I thought.