The Man!


SIN Role-Play Number: Thirty three(33)
Current Match: Versus Vs the Sentinels of Insanity
Current Record: 5 wins -6 lossess -Draw 000
Pro Wrestling Achievements: 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.

The moment is drawing closer and closer. The moment where Team Sadistic, represented by myself, will make a statement that no one in the Sw will soon be able to forget. For on this very Impulse, the very first battle between eight very different individuals in this company will take place. And that will be the night that will never be forgotten.i will be Teaming up With arch rival Slash tannon,a man called Kodiak and Hardcore Timmay

To face

The Sentinals of insanity. One of the main powers here in the Sw. A very Strange group, everyone would agree. led by no one this is a group of egomaniacal maniacs who have only aspirations of total Chaos in Sw. There is, however, one thing that this group also have in common apart from their madness. They are going to lose.

This is something that I will guarantee. When the dust settles, and all is said and done, it will be My Team standing tall with a victory over them. The battle might be long and arduous, and will most likely only end after a lot of blood has been shed. But I will make sure that it will only be the blood of our rivals that will stain the halls of the Chicago Stadium,in my home town of illinois.



I was the LAST one to be picked in Team Meetings, Team Sports and .. AND I NEVER MADE IT TO THE PROM! I WAS ALWAYS LEFT OUT! But never once .. did I disguise myself to be somebody that I wasn't; NEVER ONCE! NOT .. ONCE!! I AM who I AM - a MADMAN .. an INSANE, CRAZY, MANIAC ..

but don't let Insanity fool you because inside that ring; IT'S MY PLAYGROUND! Inside that ring is where the years of suffering .. is relieved. INSIDE OF THAT RING, WHEN YOU'RE BEING PUMMELED BY ME WITH PUNCHES, KICKS, BITES .. WHATEVER IT MAY BE ..

It's MY way of taking back the enjoyment that I was denied of for so long and I can tell you right now, there is NOTHING more I love to feel than the blood of my opponent streaming down his face. It's like .. It's like waking up and smelling the roses; It's a routine in which you become used of .. and I'LL BE DAMNED RIGHT TO HELL .. if ANYONE will take away that desire; that NEED.

Ladies and Gentlemen We will stand before Satan himself and wrestle for his pleasure.But Zimdela,out of all the Sentinels,you have experienced the pain and suffering at my hands, but Zimdela you are still but a Virgin to my sick nightmares. As Satan watches in disbelief I will make believers out of each and every one of the Sentinels. The pain I cause will be temporary but the memories I etch into your mind will remain until the very end of your existence. I am not afraid to say that you have never faced some one like me before.

I have destroyed the mere man in the past to satisfy my sick need for pain but this time; this Sunday night I must satisfy another urge. I must satisfy my hunger and my passion to win. What actions will come from this? I myself cannot even answer but you will all bare the wounds of a match fought over pride and respect.Because if that is what The Man is willing to do for pride and respect, what The Man is willing to do over the one thing that means everything to everyone is unimaginable!

The scene opens up inside a familiar looking warehouse that has been turned into a place of worship. This time, however, there are only a handful of people present. At the head of the room, sitting in a large, ornate chair, is Flame. At his side is , Trinity, and kneeling at his feet is one of his followers. As Sid walks into the room, he hangs back in the shadows, knowing that Flame does not like to be interrupted.

Flame: What can I do for you?

Trinity: He is very, very afraid. I can smell it.....

The man glances at Trinity, with a look of alarm on his face.

Man: I-I'm. I'm afraid I may have made a terrible mistake.

Flame: Relax. It is only normal for you to make mistakes, it is something that all mortals do. Tell me, what is it that you have done.

Trinity: Something very naughty.....I am certain.....

Man: Lately, the police have been hanging around my place of work, questioning my co-workers about me, as well as questioning me. They are apparently looking into a connection between Sadistic, and numerous crimes that have been happening across the city.

Flame: This is nothing unusual. I have been aware of this for many months. It is natural for society to simply attempt to destroy what it is that they cannot understand. But there is nothing they can do. We cannot be connected to anything.

Trinity: We are too smart for that.....

Man: I know that. We are always very careful to never leave any evidence of Sadistic behind. We know that the world is not yet ready for the arrival of the Elder Gods.

Flame: Very good. Now, what is this mistake that you speak of?

Man: Last night, I was downtown, making my normal rounds. Collecting the "tithes ' from all of the local businesses. However.....

Flame: However what? Please, do not be afraid to tell me.

Man: I was followed. I noticed after several of my stops that the same unmarked car kept appearing at every stop I made. How long he had been following me, I do not know. All I know is that he did see me.

A look of rage quickly crossed Flame's face.

Trinity: Now you've done you've gone and made him angry.....

Flame: Are you certain about that???

Man: Y-yes , f-f-fairly certain.....

Flame: Did they speak to any of the business owners?

Man: I d-do not know. I didn't stick around too long after I discovered I was being followed....

Trinity: Very, very stupid, you are.....

Flame says nothing for a few moments, only stares off into space with a look of rage in his eyes.

Man: I?

Suddenly, as the man speaks, Flame reaches out and backhands the man hard across the face, sending him down to the ground.

Flame: YOU FOOL!!! Do you realize how much damage you might have caused?!?!?

Man: I'm sorry ! I-I had no idea!!

Flame: You are truly incompetent! You are not worthy of being a Wiccan!

The man gets a frightened look on his face, but before he can say anything, two men grab him and drag him off into a backroom. The man screams, but he is quickly cut off. After a few moments, Sid steps forward to speak to Flame.

Flame: Sid my Friend,how good to see you. What can I do for you?

Sid: I need a location.

Flame: A location? Location of what?


As the previous scene melds into another,a decaying no man's land populated by condemned buildings and Hungry homeless. Steam rises from manhole covers, drifting across the litter- lined streets.

A place where vampires can indulge in the blood of innocent humans. It is affectionately referred to as a vampire convention. Yet, the undead who come here prefer to call it a blood bank.

Innocent humans are fooled into coming here. They are mostly runaway teens, living off the streets. The majority of humanity, especially the so-called "upper class," believe these poor fools to be subhuman. They're considered a stain on humanity.

Social status matters not to the race known as vampire. Nor does the color of skin, or the background. They aren't prejudiced. Some would say it's an ideal race. Except there is only one thing they're interested in -- the taste of blood.

At midnight, they seal off the doors, as well as any hope of escape. Then the massacre begins.

The human cattle attempt to flee to open the doors. Some of them simply accept their fate. Others, though, can be stubborn.

Some would say, which is better? Living a life off the streets, continuing to suffer, or to become a vampire, who's only hope of survival is to kill others?

Some fall. Blood stains the walls and the floors. The vampires enjoy themselves, toying with their prey. Some of them treat this as a sexual experience -- others simply drink their fill.

It is a scene not unlike a wild college party; yet this is far more dangerous.

A black Mercedes 850 appears over the crest of a hill, ROARING past , stereo system belting out Filter.

a wasp-wasted woman, sits behind the wheel. 20s, rich,sickeningly attractive. Hungry eyes.Squirming around in the passenger seat is a model/actor boy-toy with a sub-zero IQ and a "fuck me sideways" grin.

Boy Toy:So where we going rachel?

Rachel:It's a surprise zak.

Zak:I likes surprises.

Rachel eyeballs Zak -- "if looks could devour".

Rachel:What do you have down there,little man?


Rachel: I'll bet.

Rachel slides a manicured hand up his thigh, squeezes his groin.Zak. She pulls her hand away, downshifts.

The 850 threads a narrow alley into a vacant lot, brakes hard. Rachel and Zak climb out. She leads him into a Meat Packing Plant.

The Industry never sleeps, and certainly not this grisly facility. Rachel leads Zak around the back of the plant, where a host of workers are loading refrigerated trucks with product.

Zak:What the fuck are we doing here?

Rachel just smiles, heads on into the plant via a loading door. The workers ignore her.

Zak follows Rachel through the bowels of the plant, catching glimpses here and there of carcasses being rendered or hacked apart.

Through one partially open door we see what might be a line of Body bags being trundled into the back of a truck via a hook and chain pulley-system. But Zak doesn't have enough time to be disturbed by the vision, because he's being pulled away by Rachel, led down a Stair well.

They are in the basement now. At the end of the hall is a steel door,with perhaps, just the faintest hint of music heard coming from beyond. Rachel knocks.

A "peep-hole" slat opens and a black light shines into Rachel's eyes.A Voice behind the door offers a verbal challenge, speaking a language , laced with a devilish cadence.

Rachel responds in kind. The door opens. Rachel gives Zak a knowing wink, enters. Zak follows.

Rachel and Zak move past a hulking doorman, making their way down a narrow stairway. Zak is suitably impressed.

The Club is elite, underground -- an "abattoir-chic" version of an old-time juke joint with a greasy, dangerous vibe. White-tiled walls and floors for easy hosing, chromed fittings, run-off gutters, drains. No bar.

Bodies writhe on the strobe-lit dance floor. A heavy S&M scene. Leather.Latex. Tattoos. Body-piercings.

A D.j wearing head-mounted spotlights orchestrates the tunes on twin- decks. MUSIC assaults us -- a beat so heavy it could jar the fillings from your teeth. Brutal "DARKCORE" along the lines of Prodigy or Underground.

Rachel pulls Zak out onto the dance floor. They sway.A lupine-featured Gaultier Girl, with a streak of white running through her raven hair moves in behind Zak, pressing up against him.

She flicks her tongue against Zak's ear -- it's been pierced with a silver post which clicks against her teeth. Tattooed across her back in black is a swirling, tribal vortex.

Zak is now sandwiched between Rachel and the girl, the three of them dry-humping their way to every man's glory.

The beat gets Louder. The action heavier. The atmosphere more narcotic. People are stripping off their clothes, sweating like fiends. It's a virtual orgy.Zak Laughs revelling in the hedonism. Everything rises to a fever pitch --

ZAk: (over the music) Fuck, I need a drink!!!

Rachel just smiles -- then Zak notices a drop of Something spatters his hand. It looks like blood!. Zak looks up, concerned.

More Blood droplets are falling. Rachel's face is sprinkled with them now. Zak stops dancing. What is this? Some kind of fucked up performance art?

Rachel turns her face toward the ceiling, as if washing herself in a summer shower, now the other club goers are looking up too.

Blood Showers from sprinkler heads in the ceiling, drenching the dancers!. The club goers love it, thrusting their heads back, mouths open wide to receive the crimson offering.

Horrified,Zak recoils, turning towards Rachel,whose face morphs into a preternatural snarl. Her canines extend,tapering to razor-sharp points. Her tongue flicks, lizard-like as fingernails sharpen into claws. All this while the whites of her eyes bleed red, pupils oscillating hypnotically.

Rachel:What's wrong, baby?

Zak Screams, pushes away from Rachel, only..Mercury has fangs now too. In fact, everyone in the club does, with the exception of poor Zak. That's because they're all vampires.

Zak tries to run, but the burly doorman blocks his exit, brutally smashing his fist into Zak's face.Zak falls, dazed. The club-goers close in around him. They make a game of it, shoving him from one person to another, their pale faces leering like twisted jack-o-lanterns.

The strobe lights quicken to a seizure-inducing intensity.Zak spins, tumbling into Rachel's arms. She shoves him forward..Zak lands on the floor, falling at someone's boot-clad feet. He looks up.

A Dark Figure sits in the shadows, unnoticed until this moment. The figure stands, moves into the light as time screeches to a halt..

A Huge Man,towers above Zak, wearing a Black Trench Coat-- a Look of cruel contempt etched upon a face tempered by a lifetime of horror. His name is Sid"The Man"Frankenstein.

Sid whips open his Trench coat, shrugging it off, revealing an arsenal of high-tech weapons strapped to his body.A gaze as cold and pitiless as a midnight sun. The vampire club-goers stare back. Nuclear silence. And then..

All hell breaks loose. With a Snarl, Rachel charges at Sid, moving at superhuman speed, practically a blur.Sid draws a Sawed off Shot Gun, Fires in multiple directions s a round roars through the air towards Rachel a silver-tipped dum-dum bullet which explodes on contact.

WHAM! The round punches a fist-sized hole through Rachel Chest,continuing on into the vamp behind her! Vampire blood fountains. Both creatures tumble forward, their bodies liquefying into puddles of black oil which go gurgling down the run-off drains.

Sid continues Firing, then -CLICK!- Shells empty. Next. He holsters a desert eagle, swings up his Eagles, calmly flicks on the UV entry light mounted above.

the glitter girl leaps twenty feet straight up into the air. She crashes through a glass skylight, disappearing into the night just as a shaft of blinding UV "sunlight" cuts across the vampires. They rear back, skin smoking from the light's corrosive effects.Sid opens fire, pumping round after round of wooden fragmentation bullets into the crowd -- vampire genocide.

The strobe lights flicker as the mayhem mounts. Some of the vampires try to flee, scurrying up the stairs, but the exit quickly becomes clogged with liquefying bodies. then Sid's Eagles jams. The remaining club-goers see their opening, surge forward en masse.

Sid drops the Eagle, reaches over his shoulder and -SCHINGGG!-unsheathes a silver Machette with an edge so sharp it could cleave a shadow in two.

Sid moves like lightning, hacking his way into two charging Vampires.Sid spins again, cuts another Vampire clean in half.On the Far End of the Club a Latex-Clad Vamp makes a break for it. Sid flings his machette ,sending it spinning end over end -- THUNK! The machette punches into the vampire's heart. The hellish creature convulses, dies.

Beat. Sid retrieves the machette, then senses Something rising up behind him. In a flash, Sid swings downward, cutting off the vampire's right hand at the elbow. The severed limb falls to the floor..

but it doesn't slow the hulking creature down. It SLAMS into Sid. Sid flies backwards thirty feet, tumbling over tables,slamming into the rear wall so hard that plaster rains down from the ceiling.

Sid suddenly finds himself wrestling with a feral-faced six-foot-something nightmare . The vampire rears back its head,jaws stretching wide. Every inch of his face is covered with ritual scarification patterns and Maori-like tribal tattoos. sinking his fangs into Sids jugular.


Sid forces an elbow against his throat, rocking him. With his other hand he reaches to his bandoleer, pulls out a stake -- CRUNCH! Sid shoves the stake through the vampire's groin!.The Vampire screams,lets go of him and clutches his balls.Sid rolls out from under, unholsters a cross-bow secured to his leg. With a flick of a switch the arms of the bow -SNAP!- open, drawing the bow-string taut.Sid fires.

The bolt hits The Kindred in the larynx, throwing him backwards,another bolt gets him int he shoulders, nailing him to the wall. As it reaches down with his other hand to pull out the stake.Sid fires again. A second bolt slams into it's other arm,effectively pinning him like a butterfly to a board.

Up Above,mounted in one of the corners, is a security camera.Sid fires a cross-bow bolt straight into the lens.Sid strides over, placing his Machette against The Vampire's chest.


The Vamp glares, trying to speak, gagging on the stake still lodged in his trachea.

Sid yanks the bolt free. The vampire laughs, air whistling through his ruined larynx.

Vamp: Fuck you, I ain't saying shit!.

Sid,sheathes his machette. He unclips a white phosphorous grenade from his combat harness.


Sid:Damn you, Vampire! Damn you to hell! I'll punch you a one-way ticket there, I promise!.

Sid shoves the grenade into The Vampires's mouth, pulls the pin. WHOOSH!He goes up like a roman candle.Sid turns, surveying his work,ignoring the howling pyre behind him.All evidence of the vampires is gone..with the exception of a few oily-black puddles. Clothes, jewelry -- it's all been burned away by the acidic process of the creatures' accelerated decomposition.

Zak sits huddled in a corner, having pissed his pants. As Sid approaches, he cringes back

Zak:Please don't hur-

Sid simply grabs Zak by the jaw, tilting his head upward,rotating it from side to side -- looking for bite marks. There aren't any.

Sid moves on, leaving Zak alone amidst the carnage. As Sid starts up the stairs, he pauses in mid-step..A Cockroach scurries out from underfoot.

Sid adjusts his footfall, sparing the roach. He continues on up the stairs, disappearing in the smoky haze.

There you are baby! Hehe, come to Sid!

Sid Stands over Sharon

It's not gonna be painful, sort of.

He straddled her chest, his hands grazing her throat, drawing blood along her neck.

Oh yes... she moaned. More... please... more...

Then, he caught sight of the blood on his hands. He simply stared at it for a long time, with Sharon still pinned beneath him.

Blood... he thought to himself. So thirsty...

Sharon:You like that, don't you?You like how the blood looks.

She loosened a hand from his grip and brushed her hair back, turning her head to give him access.

Sharon:Go on... have a little taste...

Sid:Yes... so very thirsty...

Sharon:You know you want to.

So very much... so very thirsty... Just a little drink... She'll enjoy it anyway. Go on... just a little sip...

Sid's breaths became short and ragged, his mouth slightly parted and fangs began to extend.

Slowly, he began to squeeze it. Blood seeped from the small wound he created.

His vision became blurred. His blood was on fire, and he was beginning to see nothing but red.

Red on her neck, red on the bed sheets, red on his claws...

A flowing river of crimson. And he was so very thirsty.Sid continued to stare at the blood as it seeped onto his gauntlet, staining it.

So thirsty..

He moved his hand from her neck, and clamped his mouth shut on it, his fangs sinking into her flesh.

Yes... she moaned as he began to drain her.


The roar was inhuman, and couldn't have come from any conventional animal.

It came from deep within the throat of Sid , his fangs stained red, blood running down his body from his mouth.

At his feet lay Sharon, his love,the mother of his child.Sid lost control, and drained the blood from her body. Now, she was lifeless, her heart no longer beating.


Sid woke up. It was the first time he had slept in a long while. He wasn't used to the peace and the dreams. And he was certainly not used to the nightmares. He looked across the bed . What was I thinking? Sid thought to himself, looking at the sleeping Sharon.

The scene opens up in a darkened room. The only light coming from several candles that have been placed in a circle. In the center of this circle sites Sid. His eyes are closed, and he is deep in thought. All is silent for his meditation.

The time has now come for Team Sadistic to finally stake their claim in the Sw. After a month of scouting, Flame has finally decided that the time is now. Our attack will begin full force this coming Sunday. No one will be able to stand in our way. Not Mike Phantasy and his Co Horts.Not Tony Millenia and his one! The power of The Elder Gods will soon be felt throughout the ranks of the Sw, and a new era will be gin.

But why has my lord decided to bring Jason Nigh in as my teammate? He is a man that is a complete mystery. I believe that the reason for his actions are unbeknownst even to him.Having Involved himself with Gwenivere Jordan I do not know if I can trust him. However, if in his heart he is loyal, then I know that I will be able to trust him absolutely. I would even be able to trust him with my very life. But for this to hold true, I must know that he is one of us, and not simply a charalatan. Is this the case? Only time will tell. In the meantime, I must trust in Flame's decision. He is all-knowing, and he knows what the best course of action will be.In The meantime no one must know what happened last night.i must control myself.

The blood.

I'm swimming in it. A river of blood. And I'm so very thirsty.

No! Mustn't drink! Mustn't give in! Must fight! Must... fight...

Is this a premonition? Is this what the future holds? Is this what I've become?

No! I'm better than they are! I'm not like Casanova! I won't give in!!

Sid's Meditaion is interrupted as the a sound of a door opening and closing is heard, followed by the sounds of approaching footsteps. The footsteps come up right behind Sid, and then stop. Without turning or even opening his eyes, Sid knows who it is that has interrupted his meditation.

Sid: I have asked you before, Trinity, to not interrupt my meditations. Need I remind you of that.

Trinity: I know Sid, but Flame summons you.

As Trinity spoke those words,Sid's eyes open. He quickly rises to his feet, and proceeds to snuff out the candles. He then follows Trinity out of the door that she entered through.

This door leads them into the main body of Flame's warehouse sanctuary. It is there that we seeFlame , sitting in his throne-like chair. Standing by his side is Jason Nigh.Sid gives Jason a cold glare as he appraoches. Jason catches Sid's gaze, and a grin spreads across his features.

Sid: You have summoned me?

Flame: Indeed, Sid. I hope that your meditations went well?

Sid: They did. My head is clear, and my spirit is rested. I am ready for whatever task you have for me.

Jason: For us, you mean.

Sid glances over at Jason, who is still grinning.

Flame: Jason is right, my dear Sid. This is a task that I would like both of you to handle.

Sid:What is it that you wish for us to do?

Flame: I'd like for the two of you to spend time together.get to know each other

Sid: What?---

Jason clears his throat, interrupting Sid. Sid turns to glare at Jason before continuing.

Sid: alright.

Flame: See that you do. I have plans for the two of you, plans whose time have just about come. Go now.

Sid: Of course.

Jason: As you wish.

With that, the two men turn and make their way towards the front door. As they exit, Flame turns to Trinity.

Flame: They do not trust each other.

Trinity: Jason trusts Sid, he knows that he is loyal to you, and that is enough for him. He is, however, envious of Sid's position.

Flame: And Sid?

Trinity: Sid is unsure of Jason's intentions here. He questions whether or not he is loyal.

Flame: I see. They will learn to trust each other, in time.

Trinity's eyes get a far away look in them, almost as if she is looking beyond what mortals can see.

Trinity: I'm sure they will. I'm sure they will.......But i sense a Change in Sid

Flame:a Change?

Trinity:Yes he's hiding Something.

Flame:Knowing Sid,he'll tell us in due time.

With that, the scene fades to black.