Empty static blares out from the big bass speakers in your new 56" flatscreen television. The damn satellite guy hasn't shown up yet, he was supposed to be there hours ago. You sit in the chair listening to the static and watching the endless dark snow sizzle on the screen. The sound actually begins to fade as you get used to it. Soon you are snoozing away soundly, oblivious to all around you. You are suddenly startled awake by a blip followed by a narrowing of the static. The screen suddenly comes into focus
Gray air piles up not more than two hundred feet above the ground. White light flashes somewhere behind the vaporous wall reflecting off every drop of water in it. It illuminates the entire night sky, and a set of rectangles appear briefly on the road.
Ichabod drives the Monster down the deserted highway early in the morning. The lightning is from the sweltering heat and not a storm building... there isn't even any electricity in the air. Ichabod's face is grim, but a slight smile toys at the corners of his mouth.
Sure, Jecht tried, unsuccessfully, to take him out at Malice. But Forsaken had been a huge success that no one had anticipated, save the group themselves. And the coming show promised to be another notch in the proverbial belt. Forsaken was in line to rule the show once more. And it would culminate in a three way match. His own friend Judas would be backing him up in this coming battle, and it was guaranteed to be a success for Forsaken one way or another.
Ha, ha, ha... B-Pac. I don't know what you are talking about, saying I've been waiting to get my hands on you, but hey, you are another name. Another name that always seems to be up in lights in this place. Another name that will slowly burn out on the marquees over time. No, I'm not saying I'll end your career, because I could care less about it, but you are just another johnny-come-lately who's limelight has just about run its course. Now you have to come face to bear with the fresh new faces of power. Its a new group of superstars' turn to take their place in the WoW Hall of Fame, and those people are Forsaken.
B-pac, you have a lot to stand up to in the coming show. You've got Judas, someone who has been tortured from day one of his unnatural life, who has come all the way from betraying God, to begging favor with him, for yearning death to remove him from this world and let him rest... but when he was denied and toyed with, he turned his face from the shine of grace and toward his own designs. Now he is a man on a mission of utter chaos, for he has naught to live for anymore, and a man who does not fear to die is a truly dangerous man indeed. Only when we do not fear death are we truly free.
And then you have the man himself,the evil redneck,the one and only veteran left from the King Karnage tournament of the year gone by. No one else remains standing to fight more battles, to undertake the task again thankfully in anticipation of the pain that always come from being King. Only I, B-Pac.
Now I don't know how you get off flattering yourself into thinking that I was gunning for you, maybe its to give you a reason to want this match like I do, maybe its to make your name underscored with the shadow of Ichabod backing it up. Who knows what you think?
What I do know of you is that you leave much undone. You begin by taking out the honorable Prez Darren and taking over, only to disappear, a fault which I remedied almost immediately until the man himself could return. Then you appear out of nowhere and drag down my man Payne. Then you are the venom, now you are the method, the reason, the point, the truth, the way, the joke of WoW. Everyone laughs at you in the back room, of how you are the Steven Richards or Big Show of WoW, searching for the right gimmick and entertaining fans in the humor department the whole way.
I don't take you seriously at all, but I don't doubt your in ring skills either. But just know that your pretty words and idle threats ring silent in my ears. When you step into the ring on Malice, just bring the action and shut the hell up. But remember this, one way or another, King Karnage will be filled with Forsaken members, and either Judas or I will be in it. To do that we have to go through you, and we will go through you. You can't win when you are between a rock and a hard place, and Monday we'll prove that Forsaken belongs in the limelight by taking out the stale tired showstopper from yesteryear.
Ichabod pulls into Lamplighter Village and stops at the mailboxes. He reaches under the tarp on the back of his truck and brings out a sledgehammer.
As for Jecht, your time is coming boy. I still know who you are, and I won't forget your destiny, the one we've decided for you, from a few simple knocks on the head.
Ichabod uses the sledgehammer as he stalks from yard to yard, destroying lawn decorations, ceramic ducks, pin wills, statues of children, taillights of cars, and other such things. He returns to the truck, and before he replaces the sledgehammer, he tears into the mailboxes, leaving them a crumpled tangle mess of metal. Ichabod tosses the hammer into the truck and climbs in, revving the engine twice before tearing out of the neighborhood in reverse.
You wake up to the sound of static still blaring into the room. You get up and shut off the flatscreen, thinking, "Fuck the satellite guy."
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