6.22.02 Clouds roll by heavy, slow, like gray molasses in the sky. Ichabod is running laps from pier to pier at Myrtle Beach. He has made at least eight laps across the half mile stretch, resting only momentarily here and there. Nearly thirty yards from the north pier, he suddenly collapses. As the view gets closer, his face is contorted into wrinkles and rifts, and he puts his hands over his ears as an intense ringing burrows its way into his brain. He stays this way for nearly ten minutes, and then his face clears up as suddenly as the attack began. He sits up and looks around himself, wondering how he got out here. He is the other Ichy now. B-Pac. Whoever you are, whereever you are, I don't know why you've dropped yourself into my life at random like this, taking the one thing I care about, my Selena. Where do you come from? Why me? Soon you will be asking yourself questions. Questions very similar to these... "Why did I do this, What was I thinking?" B-Pac, above all things, even wrestling, I love Selena. You have stolen from me my life. Now, I will steal yours. I don't know how, but when I find you, it will all come clear. I don't give a fuck who you are, but I'm already sick of your sick, and I'm going to kill you. Somehow, just like that, without pain, he slips back into the real Ichabod. He gets up off the sand and dusts himself off. He looks around, then up at the sky. He's suddenly confused as he realizes the clouds have moved a great distance, considering how slow they were, in no time at all. Then it suddenly dawns on him what has happened. The attacks have started again, and he knows not how to escape them. He rubs his head wearily, then begins to run inland toward the facility. As he runs he thinks about B-pac's last promotion. B-pac had said he was beyond good and evil, that he was above all that. Ichabod knew what this really meant. A real man knows who he is and where he stands. B-Pac has not yet chosen sides. He's not evil, he's just bad. Axiomatically bad, like all boys. But B-Pac, you are still confused, I don't care what you say. Stop trying to be the baddest bitch's boy to ever draw breath. And as far as living in Smokey's shadow, hell no, I don't think its because you agree with him about me. Hell I know a lot of people probably wish that were true. No, the reason is because you and I both know that if you had nothing to do with Smoke Dawg, you would be nobody in this business. You rode his coattails to the top, basically climbed the Smoke Dawg legacy, because everyone associates your name with his. No one here who counts doubts your ability. But damn, every member of Forsaken is talented. Do they have their spot in the limelight, hell no. Why? Because until now they didn't have some big headliner name to go with theirs and make them look more important than they really are. No, they clawed and fought to get noticed, but it's people like you who took what they deserved, the main event, from them. But I saw them, and I saw what they were trying to do. I respect that. But you, B-pac. I have no respect for you at all. You are only where you are because of Smoke Dawg, and I think its time you climbed out of his shadow and stepped up to the plate. How do you live knowing this, while these others sit on the side? They want to be a part of the action to, they've got their game faces on, and they want to play. You want to play with Forsaken, you want a piece of this? You'll get to bite off more than you can chew on Malice, two of us, in the ring, taking back what they deserve, the limelight. And as far as the disappearance of Smoke Dawg, hell I won't beat around the bush. I did have something to do with it. I'm not afraid of it. You know that if you had anything to do with it, everyone will say you just did it so you can play off it and get more attention. And its true. Me, I did it to settle an old score, and its not quite settled yet, but it will be soon. Ichabod gets to Beachfront Drive and turns left. He runs south toward the facility, not losing pace, hyped up by his own words. Judas, may the best man win, but just remember, this is going to be your hardest challenge yet. I've been down this road before, and its long, very long, and rough. You'll leave with more than heartache, no matter how far you make it into the tournament. No matter what the outcome, even if you become King Karnage yourself, you'll be in more pain than you've ever felt before. Just be prepared for that, and you'll be ok. I got your back, B-Pac is not going to steal this from us, but you and I are going to have to fight it out. You bring all you got and I'll do the same, and lets show these people why Forsaken is the main event around here already. The camera stops moving with Ichabod and instead remains where it is, only turning to follow him down the street until he is out of view.