I sit down and I look through every old photo album I can find. There isn't a single clear sign in any one of them that could tell you Prudence and I ever had any problems. He was my best friend...my cousin. Funny how life can change all that. Now I find out he's my brother...and we've also become two people so far apart in this world. Each of us took different roads...but we both wound up in the same place.
I took a road of light. I worked hard, trained in Japan, and I even managed to find a new love in music. I became "The Prince of Pop"...and the NYSWF Lightweight Champion. I am JC Storm...and right now, I couldn't care less.
He took one of darkness, and somewhere along the way, tainted my best friend, my wife, and me. He dragged me to hell and back...I guess it's my turn to repay him. Oh Pru, you don't know what you're in for...then again, maybe you do. We're not two innocent boys who don't know the reprecussions of an OCW Deathmatch anymore. We're not two family members fighting over Ashlee's affections anymore, and we're certainly not two showboaters, craving the attention of our parents and Serena. Prudence, this isn't even a NOTHING/JC Storm thing. This is a Jonathan and Prudence Collins thing...and in the end? Well, I guess it's safe to say that it won't matter...none of this blood, fighting, and and feuding will matter...because only one of us will have the ending we wanted...and I fully intend on it being me.
Oh...did you have a problem with that?

I just don't care anymore, Pru...I just don't care.

"Gave all the vampires back to god that day,
No one got raped here but the pain's still inside,
I'll never love you but I've got words to say,
No one betrayed here but the memories lie,

I said don't go away turned off the lights and then you
Said please don't follow me and you cared.

You stole my passion, burned my everything
They're all the same here, locked up change deep inside
I'll never love you but I've got words to say
You killed the feeling but the pain's still alive

You kept your feelings hidden
Like a psycho, burned it all
Down take me with you
Won't you let me go,
So sick of man."

~Cold- "Sick of Man"~

*Fade in. So different...so unusual for Jonathan "JC" Storm. The bright glitz and glamour we've all become accustomed to surrounding him is gone. There's nothing left of that life, save for the man himself. He sits in a dark room, dressed in a black bowling shirt, flames on it, and black khakis, along with black Nike sneakers. He holds the belt over his shoulder, and keeps looking down on the floor. The dim light shines enough for us to see his face...and then he speaks. It's a voice that doesn't carry the same swagger it has in the previous months, nor does it contain the power. Instead he comes to us as just a man...a mortal amongst the gods in Olympus. Jonathan Storm is nothing more...than himself. All the wonder and fears the young man has can be found in his ice blue eyes. A look upon closer inspection may even find him on the verge of tears, but he is strong...and he is speaking.*

Jonathan Storm: A long time ago, I learned to start playing for keeps, Prudence. I learned to start thinking for myself, to start fighting for myself, and eventually...winning for myself. I learned that the heart inside of me truly defines me as who I am. I also learned that I still had innocence left in me...because I still believed in fairy tale endings, and the trust that only family can give.

God, it hurts to be wrong.

*He stands up, and immediately the lights turn up. He is surrounded by a cage wrapped in barbed wire. The glass ceiling is above him, the scaffold above that. He is already locked in the OCW Deathmatch arena, and in some people's heads, his own personal hell. He looks up, and to some shock, he gets a grin on his face.*

Storm: This is the only thing preventing you from getting help at the Pay Per View, Prudence. This barbed wire cage, this glass ceiling, the scaffold above us, and the weapons that will litter this ring. Prudence...we're going to hell...how suited for it are you? I mean, look at yourself. You've mired around in battles with a Fellowship at half strength. In due turn, you've weakened your own army to appear that the sides are evenly matched. I mean, honestly...do you really think a win over The Dark Messiah worries me about you? You even found yourself a victory over a man who can't even recognize his faults anymore in Rune Robertson. Prudence, how can you tell him who you are, when you don't even know yourself? Don't even start, because deep down inside, you know I'm right. Prudence, you've spent so much time losing yourself, that the lines are blurred. Torn between the person you wish you were, and the man you claim to be. The man you claim to be has already ruined your life though. He ripped apart his family, he ripped apart his friendships, and nearly ripped apart my marriage. Prudence, listen to me, and you listen to me good. Everything I once was, you tried to rip from me. I guess it's only fair I finally extract revenge.

I want you to remember End of Days, Pru. I want you to remember the shock on your face when I fell from the ceiling to get you. I want you to remember the pain in your heart when I reversed Diamond Dust. I want you to focus on the moment when I hit The Anaheim Aftershock, and put us through the ring itself. Prudence...I want you to remember all of that, and the previous twenty-four years of our existence, because it's all coming to a head this Sunday night. And now? It's just the beginning of the pot boiling...the minute that bell rings, is the minute it's on. We won't be NOTHING and Jonathan Storm. We won't be the "Harbinger of HATE" and "The Prince of Pop"...we'll just be Pru and Jon. Two brothers who needed to use the final solution to end the problem. That's what this is, brother...a final f*cking solution. We'll climb that scaffold, fight until one of us falls off, and then fight until one of us gets pinned. I can promise you that it won't be me. This belt around my waist? It means nothing. Hell, I'll throw it in the garbage can before the match, but all this does is add more fuel to my fire to win. All this does is make me stronger, Pru...and right now? I'm f*cking HERCULES.

"I don't want to be hostile.
I don't want to be dismal.
But I don't want to rot in an apathetic existance either.
See I want to believe you,
and I want to trust
and I want to have faith to put away the dagger.

But you lie, cheat, and steal.
And yet
I tolerate you.
Veil of virtue hung to hide your method
while I smile and laugh and dance
and sing your praise and glory.
Shroud of virtue hung to mask your stigma
as I smile and laugh and dance
and sing your glory
while you
lie, cheat, and steal.
How can I tolerate you."

~Tool- "Intolerance"~

*Storm leans against one corner dejected. He knows what this is all boiling down to, and he doesn't like it at all. Inside, he feels sorrow. Sorrow for hurting his friends, his family, and himself. He sits down in the corner, and opens his mouth again.*

Storm: I don't know why I did it, but the last time you wanted to reconcile, I trusted you. I believed in you...I wanted to deep down inside my heart, believe I could trust you. How wrong I was. I opened back up to you, and I got left on the ground, betrayed and broken. This time, you'll know the feeling, Prudence...this time you'll know what it's like to be on the ground, in pain. You will be bleeding and broken, Prudence, only because I hate you for what you did to me, and I hate myself for letting you do it. I have so much revenge to seek, and now? I've got the chance to get it all in one night, in just one frozen moment in time. Think about that, Prudence. You poked me, you prodded me. Twice in my NYSWF career, you've left me laying in the middle of the ring bloddy and battered. There won't be a third time...not by any long shot. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired of all of this s*it we've been through, Prudence! You tried to steal my life from me, and you tried to steal Ashlee from me! Do you hear me? Do you understand what frame of mind I am in going into this contest? This is about my putting you through sheet glass, and through hell, all to subtletly remind you that I haven't forgotten a thing...I've never forgotten. Broken Home? Still fresh in my mind. High school? Just like yesterday. It's what's keeping the fire lit inside of me. The idea that maybe, just maybe, I'll finally be the one dishing out the pain and sorrow...and maybe I'll won't be the only one in my hell.

Sunday, I plan on dragging you through the ends and depths of the pain I have left inside of me, all because it's time for you to face your demons...each one you handed down to me. I think it's only fair that you start carrying your burden...and maybe after...just maybe...we can start over, and things can be perfect. Maybe I'll forgive you, and we'll be okay. On second thought? Maybe I'll just kill you and let Corey sort it out. He's the one who let this sucker slide.

"and we are still alive
try to hold on
and we are still alive
try to hold on
and no one should deny
we try to hold on
to the pulse of a feedback car
and into the flower, the cryptic movement
slipback kills the ancient remnants
that try to hold on."

~Smashing Pumpkins- "Try Try Try"~

*The folorn look increases in Jonathan's eyes. Maybe he just lost his best friend...maybe he's come to terms with what he has to do. He just doesn't like any of the results he has in his heart, and it's showing. He leans against the ropes, lightly placing his head upon the top turnbuckle...and with a deep sigh and heavier heart, he speaks again.*

Storm: Do you think I'm taking any joy in this, Pru? I don't want to hurt my family, but I have to do this...maybe it's the only way to snap you out of this little world you've built...but it needs to be done. To Serena and Ashlee? I'm sorry...I know you're not happy with this. The rest of the family? Even moreso. Regardless, I plan on bringing back the brother I had ten years ago...even if it kills me.

Especially if it kills Pru.

I've got nothing left to lose, only a piece of gold that couldn't compare to having my family back. I'll go to any lengths just to bring you back.

Even if it kills me.

Game over, Pru...this time, there won't be anyone else to pick up our pieces. You really want to think you're half as good as me? The only thing you'll ever be is just a way for me to bleed on that stage we call a ring...and that's the best you'll ever be.

*Fade out...it goes to old home videos. The four brothers: Robbie, Jonathan, Corey, and Prudence. They've never been so close in our time, and in our world...and the voice over starts as we watch the celluloid nostalgia.*

Prudence...I read this quote in a booke one time. It goes like this...
"All of us carry secret pain. All of our hearts are broken. The only score worth keeping is how little suffering we inflict...and how much we relieve."
Pru, it's just that simple. Sunday night, I relieve you of the pain you bear. I'll pick up the cross and be the strong one again, just like before. As obsessive as it sounds, brother, I miss the friendship we had. I could always count on you, and no matter how f*cked up things get...I'll lead you home.
Do you know what's funny? Deep down inside I hate myself for doing this...I can't stand hurting my family...but sometimes the ends justify the means...and this won't be an exception to that rule.

And you'll be the one feeling most of the pain, Pru.