The Sickness is Rising
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The camera crew catches ichabod walking toward the ring before the main event and carrying the world title. He is all psyched up, and sweat glistens from his pores. You can see that all his senses are heightened and he is more than ready. The rDw spokesman asks if he can get a few words from him.

A few words? Yes. Brother, in just a few moments i am going to walk out to that ring. And when the first few beats of my music play, this whole place is going to explode like a fucking bomb. But that is nothing compared to what is going to happen in that ring. Reverend, we are alike in so many ways. We both started this business in the same fed, we both had the same enemies. And we both had the same goals. You know and I know that of everyone here, we are the best. We have come through hell to get to where we are today, and now, it all comes down to this day, this match, this moment.

He licks his lips, hungry for the encounter that lays ahead and he points into the camera.

I am going to take you to a place we both know exists, but neither of us has ever seen, a place we have talked about for all the years we have been together. It is a place that we have kept hidden up until now, but we have waited patiently for the chance to go. You know what i mean, because we have used it for years to strike fear in the hearts of our enemies. That place is the point of no return in a match, when it stops being a match and becomes a fight, when you know you can't tap out or get pinned anymore, the only way out is the subconscious mental breakdown of your senses as you are beaten slowly into oblivion. That place is when the other person in the match is no longer a person, but an idea, an image, an demon even, that must be destroyed for your own survival. This match will go above and far beyond anything we have ever experienced, far more painful than a hardcore match, more dangerous than an inferno match, more insane than a hell in a cell match, and more deadly than a psychotic match. No, i am not asking for special stipulations, Reverend, but you know what i mean when i say that neither one of us will walk away from this match the same. It is going to make us both grow in some ways, and die in others. This match will not tell you who is stronger, who is faster, who is better. It is no longer about Glory, Victory, or Family. It is about desire, and survival. And who has the strongest will to go on. You are right, no matter what over the years there has always been an unspoken rivalry, and now it is all going to end.

He pauses and looks at the camera man-Jimmey Eww

Even this stupid reporter knows that i am Revelation, now and forever, and i am the only original member still in it. He knows also that we are a force to be reckoned with. But more than anything, he knows that what Ichabod says, Ichabod means. Reverend, i told you, the Revelation will not be a factor in this match tonight. I am telling each and every member, DO NOT INTERFERE. But Reverend, the Sickness will be a factor, and you know the Sickness very well, you too have felt it rise, you too have used it as a tool to destroy your enemies, and you too are still infected. This will be the first time the Sickness has been used against itself, and i guarantee it will rise tonight like never before, and it will rise in me and destroy you and all you stand for now. Because you are slowly losing the sickness to ideals and conformity, my Brother. you are becoming the simple antihero everyone loves. Well, you know the Sickness has survived without that for a long time, and always been victorious, so tonight, bring your ideas, bring your morals, and bring your ass to my house and get some.

Ichabod steps back from teh camera and smiles.

And when it is all over, after the hell, the longest moments of our life have all played out in that ring, I will emarge victorious once again, and have proven to you that i am the better brother

Ichabod


World Champion: Ichabod, now and forever.

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