A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing: Part 2
Jun 30, 2013 16:54:02 GMT -5
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Strip a man bare of his dignity, his heart, and his spirit. Take from him all that he values in life. Leave him broken and without hope, and he is at his most dangerous. If this is true, imagine how menacing must be the woman who pours arsenic into his tea, and smiles warmly over conversation whilst watching him drink it.
The lines have been drawn deep in the sand. There is no longer a question as to what my desideratum has always been. It is the imprudent minds of the masses who have brought these torments unto themselves. I am guilty of no iniquity, for a predator can only quell their hunger on the carcasses of the deceased for so long until its thirst for fresh blood consumes. Your adoration only served to strengthen my craving ... my appetite for destruction. Your praise only sought to intensify the carnage burning within my soul, to be unleashed upon those who summoned my wrath. I have always been the Mistress of Mischief. I have always been the bane of your deepest, darkest horrors. When you look upon me, know that I only seek to devour. Know that when my eyes gaze upon you, it is because I seek to gorge on your misery. The agony left in my wake ... shall be my own salvation.
-Sarah Twilight
April 28th 2013
- Several hours following Aftermath
- Toronto, Ontario - Canada - St. Michael's Hospital
Medical staff rush about as usual, performing their daily routines. Various alarms and overhead paging devices sound off in short intervals indicating that the hospital was especially busy this evening. Paramedics wheel in an old woman on a stretcher, rushing her to medical aid. Available doctors drop what their doing for this emergency situation. In the midst of all the chaos, a few emergency department beds are quiet and calm. The curtains drawn for privacy. There behind one of the curtains, a very bloody, battered Eric Price lies on his hospital bed in agony. His face covered in lacerations, and his forehead stitched from nearly one end to the other. Dried blood cakes his mouth and nose where he had been spitting up his own fluids. His hair matted and soaked as well, a crimson hue has formed over his dark locks. He is bandaged on a good majority of his body, and his entire abdomen is wrapped and soaked in a deep crimson of it's own. Eric barely has the strength to hold an icepack to his aching, throbbing head. The bedsheets beneath him are stained in his blood as well. In fact, the amount of crimson covering the area around him resembled something you would expect to see of a soldier coming in from battle with horrific permanent injury. He groans as he attempts to shift himself into a more comfortable position. The curtain to his bed area is pulled back slightly, and Eric strains to peek up, expecting a doctor. Instead, it is the new World Heavyweight Champion, Sarah Twilight. She is far from unscathed. Her left arm bandaged tightly as her own sanguine fluid stains the gauze. Her head also stitched and her body battered and bruised. An ace bandage wraps her right knee and she makes her way into his bed area with a slight limp. Despite her condition, she smirks heavily at a still agonizing Eric. His eyes widen and he tries his best to scoot back in the bed, as if he could get away from her. Frantically he presses the call button to summon a nurse. Unfortunately for him, staff was busy with the current emergency at hand.
Eric Price: What are you doing here? Get away from me!
Sarah takes a seat in the small plastic chair at his bedside, she folds her arms carefully and groans, as pain shoots through her left arm. Even through the pain she manages to grin at him. The blood that remained stained upon her teeth and the darkening of her eyes after such a vicious battle only added to the frightening, sadistic enjoyment in her expression.
Sarah: Now then ...
She gingerly leans in closer to him. The almost demonic look in her eyes bringing much cause for concern to Eric.
Sarah: Being as you were violently reminded of just who the hell is in charge around here, maybe we can get back to business?
Eric's facial expression would indicate that he just did a double take in his own mind, as of course his head was unable to complete such a task at this time.
Eric Price: Are you insane?! You just tried to murder me out there tonight! You're sick ... you're ... you're just evil!
Sarah cackles maniacally. It almost seemed as if the pain she had inflicted upon Eric, as well as the pain she had endured brought her a sense of joy.
Sarah: You forget that little stunt you pulled last month with Ortega, did you Eric? I told you that you fucking owe me. I offered you the easy way, and instead you chose to cross me. This beating tonight ... that was nothing more than a friendly reminder, Eric. Don't. fucking. cross. me!
Eric slowly, and barely nods his head as he looks up at her.
Eric Price: Well you can't fault me, really. Holding that world championship felt so right ... I had a lapse in judgement at Explosion. Besides, look at all the despicable things you have done just to capture it. Now you have it, what more do you want?
Sarah lets out a sigh which is accompanied by a low, chilling moan of laughter as if it all should have been obvious. Maybe it was, and perhaps Eric just didn't want to accept it. Whatever the case, the grin never falls from her expression.
Sarah: You already have the answer to that Eric. You already know what is to come. However, being as you find it entertaining to be so ignorant, let me remind you. The crippling fear of everyone on the entire roster. The heartache and pain suffered by each and every last one of the sheep. I want to look into their eyes and see misery. I crave the satisfaction of looking down upon my adversaries as I looked down upon you tonight ... and I wish to witness unmitigated angst and dismay. I demand reverence and I shall take it by force! ... Most of all, Eric ... I wish to sit at my throne and bear witness to the destruction of Pantheon.
She laughs aloud, coking her head back only to bring it forward and cease in an instant, staring at Eric. She tilts her head to the side and offers up one of her infamous facades. An innocent, gleeful smile with those sparkling emerald eyes.
Sarah: Lucky for you, Jeff Purse is where that starts and ends.
She comments so nonchalantly. She references him in such a matter-of-fact way, that is becomes apparent she has no empathy at all. Jeff Purse was simply another object, there for her to abuse as she sees fit. Eric's swollen eyelids manage to narrow a bit at the mention of his name, and he fins the strength to sit up on the blood soaked bed. Just then, one of the nurses pulls back the curtain. Finally having made it around to his call.
Nurse: Is everything alright, sir?
Eric glances at her and tries to nod his head.
Eric Price: Yes, everything is fine. I must have accidentally pressed the button while trying to sit up.
The nurse looks at him oddly, as if she doesn't believe him. She eyes Sarah suspiciously.
Nurse: Sir, you pressed it thirty seven times.
Eric's face turns red, although with the number of lacerations on his face, you couldn't tell. He offers up a rebuttal for that as well.
Eric Price: Yes, well it was an arduous process. Thankfully I had my good friend here to assist me.
The nurse shakes her head, glancing at Sarah one more time.
Nurse: You should be in your bed as well young lady.
Sarah more or less shrugs her off. Once the nurse departs, the conversation continues.
Eric Price: Jeff Purse? Did you see what he did to me after all that YOU did? And you stood there and did nothing! Nothing at all!
Sarah shakes her head at him and sighs.
Sarah: Of course not you fucking idiot. It's not time yet.
Eric seems genuinely offended by the comment.
Eric Price: Not time yet? Not time yet?! You are the World Champion, you have what you want. What happened to crushing their spirits? What happened to all of this misery you speak of? All I saw was a few thousand idiots cheering and crying with joy at your achievement! That is not misery.
Sarah looks down at the floor while still shaking her head. She clasps her hands together and sighs heavily before looking back up at Eric.
Sarah: You and your fucking whining. This is a process you twit. It takes time. You were there, I have Striker in May. He is Pantheon.
Eric Price: And?
Sarah: And to have pulled the trigger on Purse would have been stupid. You do not wage a war from the outside, Eric. You slowly devour from within. I made myself clear, I will reach into the soul of Pantheon and grasp it with my bare hand, ripping it from existence. But I am going to do it methodically. You do not show up at the doorstep of your enemy and announce your intent. You invite them to your doorstep, administering the poison without them ever once suspecting a thing.
Eric nods his head and grins, although her groans as this only causes a burning sensation throughout his face. Sarah slowly, and very gingerly rises, her knee locked up from being seated. And she carefully makes her way toward the curtain.
Sarah: Rest up now, because tomorrow you're going to get yourself cleaned up. We have work to do.
Eric looks on in amazement at such a comment as he calls out.
Eric Price: Work? But I'm severely injured. I need my bed rest!
Sarah: Quit being a fucking pussy.
She casually comments as she exits the room, leaving Eric there to plop his head back against the crimson stained pillow and groan some more. This scene fades.
April 30th 2013 2:41AM
- Wicked Club Toronto
Strobe lights flicker rapidly as various multicolored lights dance around on the slick wooden panel floor below. A light fog mists around the room as glow sticks twirl in the darkened club. Hundred upon hundreds of guests are enjoying themselves into the late hours of the night. The bar is alive and in full swing as the beer flows endless and the bar staff are hurried in preparing various mixed drinks. Large speakers surround the entire dance floor, pumping out rhythmic beats that pound the ears loudly and induce a celebratory response. There among all of the various patrons are none other than WCF World Champion, Sarah Twilight and ... Jeff Purse. The two of them are dancing along with everyone else and Jeff has a drink in hand. He looks to be intoxicated quite a bit. Sarah places one arm around his neck and continues dancing while she smile at him with a beautiful sparkle to her eyes.
Sarah: I'm glad you made it, Jeff. I haven't had this much fun in a long time.
Jeff downs the cup of alcohol in his hand and returns the smile as he and Sarah are dancing pretty close.
Jeff Purse: I'm glad that I'm here. Wooo! You are just really an awesome person, did you know that? I'm happy that we are able to hang out tonight.
Sarah giggles and begins to blush as she flutters her eyes at him. Jeff is drawn in as it wasn't every day that Sarah Twilight, of all people showed any interest in someone. The fact that she had just a few days earlier demolished Jeff's bitter enemy, Eric Price gave him all the more reason to be entranced by her. She drapes her other arm around him and sways back and force in perfect rhythm. She smiles warmly and her emerald eyes lock onto his, giving him a calming sense of comfort as they dance.
Sarah: You have the most adorable eyes. Did you know that?
Jeff's face becomes flushed at her compliment and he smiles big. The alluring redhead just continues to move herself closer to him and he stammers for words. His heart races and the anxiety builds inside of him. Sarah's smile grows as she is able to feel his heartbeat now. She bats her eyes once again and she playfully bits her bottom lip, looking at him.
Sarah: Am I making you nervous? That's so cute.
Sarah continues to gaze into Jeff's eyes and the more he begins to crumble.
Jeff Purse: I -- I, seriously you are gorgeous. I -- really don't know what to say. But ... Kari.
Sarah holds a finger against his lips seductively as she glances just behind him to see a man standing there off to the side with a camera rolling. Smiling, she raises her leg up alongside of him, pressing her body against his and she leans in slowly. The two embrace and exchange a slow kiss that lasts several moments. Jeff is completely lost in the moment and has no idea that as they turn in their dance step, Sarah is positioning them for the cameras. The photographer snaps his prints, and when he is finished. Sarah pulls away from the embrace calmly, looking at Jeff.
Sarah: I'll be back in just a moment, alright? Don't you go anywhere.
She smiles at him and gently brushes her finger to his nose playfully. Jeff, in his inebriated condition is lovestruck and just nods his head as she departs. Sarah makes her way to the ladies room and rushes inside, walking directly to the sink and fumbling through the small purse she'd brought with her this evening. After a few moments of searching, she removes a toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste. She lets the water rush and begins brushing vigorously. Scraping the brush along her tongue like a madwoman.
Sarah: UGH! PLEGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!
She damn near vomits as she spits out the foamy fluoride. Gargling and rinsing her mouth for a very long period of time. When she is finished, she repeats the process again. A few other women who enter the restroom eye her oddly as they pass. Shaking their heads as they make their way to the stalls. Finally, after having nearly scrubbed the outer layer of tissue from her tongue she turns off the water and places the toothbrush and toothpaste back into her purse. She looks into the mirror and shakes her head.
Sarah: I swear, sometimes this shit isn't even worth it.
She grabs her purse and casually swaggers out of the restroom. Returning to the dance floor, she finds Jeff Purse leaned against the wall to the side, drinking another mixed drink. His eyes light up when he sees her.
Jeff Purse: Heeeey! I almost thought you weren't coming back.
Sarah places herself back into friendly mode and smiles warmly at him, despite the repulsion she was feeling inside right now. She gently takes his hand in hers.
Sarah: I've had a wonderful time tonight, Jeff. But it's getting late ... and I should be going.
Jeff looks on a bit confused, figuring their wonderful night was only just beginning. But, as with most women, he just assumes she is playing it slightly hard to get and he nods in acceptance.
Sarah: Call me, okay?
She slowly backs away, still holding onto his hand as she never takes her eyes off of him, letting their fingertips slow glide away from one another, leaving him wanting more. She can see by the look on his face, that she has elicited the exact reaction she'd wanted from him as he longingly gazes at her the entire time in her departure.
A short while later...
The door is pushed open to a hotel suite after the key card is inserted into the slot. Sarah Twilight enters the darkened room. It is late and she appears exhausted, or disgusted ... perhaps both. She slowly makes her way down the short hallway leading into the main room. She tosses down her small purse onto the tabletop and turns the switch on the map, illuminating the room. There is the corner of the room, Eric Price sits comfortably in an armchair, his hands folded menacingly in front of him. He smiles. Sarah just glares at him with a scowl.
Sarah: The pictures ... where are they?
Eric looks a bit surprised that she isn't in a better mood right now.
Eric Price: I have them of course. Everything went wonderfully if I do say so myself.
Sarah storms over to him and holds out her hand.
Sarah: Let me see them ... now!
She barks the order very impatiently. Eric frowns a bit and reaches into his suit pocket, handing her an envelope. She hastily opens it and removes the contents, rifling through the pictures. Her demeanor only becomes more irate.
Sarah: What the fuck is this?
Eric looks confused as he responds.
Eric Price: They're the pictures you asked me to take. What else?
Sarah throws the pictures back at him. They scatter over his lap and many of them fall to the floor beneath him.
Sarah: You can barely see his face in those! You had one task ... just ONE! And you manage to fuck that up! Do you even KNOW how fucking disgusting it was for me to place my lips against that ... that hideous geek? How about YOU go and share a kiss with that pathetic, sickening chud!
Eric Price: Oh come now, it couldn't have been that bad.
Sarah's lips shrink up into an irate pout as her eyes narrow at him. He nods his head.
Eric Price: Alright, alright. I get the point. Regardless, this is enough evidence to damper his relationship with dear Kari Kendall. I still don't understand why you don't just annihilate her.
Sarah folds her arms and looks at him with unmistakable seriousness.
Sarah: That would be far too easy. Besides, I don't want that stupid fuck suspecting anything. I'm sure the time will present itself for far more entertaining aspects of the entire ordeal.
Eric quirks a brow. Sarah looks like she simply wants to slap the shit out of him for even being curious. She rolls her eyes.
Sarah: The end result ... fucking moron. Jeff Purse, broken and useless ... even moreso than he is now. You think I'd endure spending this time with him, pretending to actually give a shit about his pathetic ass if it wasn't for the end result? Jeff Purse is a naive little puppy dog who will do whatever I say at the snap of a finger. You just keep the pressure on that Kari bitch, and I'll handle the rest.
Eric nods as he and Sarah begin preparations to expose the photographs on the following Slam. This scene fades.
May 19th 2013
-Berlin, Germany - Following Sarah Twilight vs Kari Kendall
-Slam is still in progress
Jeff Purse is pacing back and forth in his locker room, directly after the match between Sarah Twilight and his girlfriend, Kari Kendall. Sarah is there with him and Jeff is visibly shaken. He is almost in tears and doesn't know what to do. Sarah offers him a hug and he embraces her. The two remain interlocked in each other's arms for a long moment as Jeff tries to gather himself. He looks at Sarah sincerely.
Jeff Purse: I just ... I have to call the hospital. I have to know what's going on.
Sarah nods, looking genuinely concerned.
Sarah: No of course. You need to make sure she's alright. I want to know that she's alright. Listen, I'll be right back alright? Just going to step outside for a moment and give you a moment to get it together before we call, alright?
Jeff nods, still very upset as Sarah slips out of the room and into the hallway. She picks up her cellular phone and dials. After a few short rings, the line is picked up. Eric Price is on the other end, speaking in hushed tones.
(on phone) Eric Price: What are you doing? We're still in the ambulance. I can't talk.
Luckily for Eric, as they approached closer to the hospital, the driver engages the siren which provides some distraction noise. Kari is being treated by the paramedics in the rolling first aid vehicle as Eric continues to keep his voice hushed as he speaks.
(on phone) Eric Price: I'll tell you this, you messed her up good. She keeps slipping in and out of consciousness. They are considering she may even have a broken neck.
An evil smirk forms upon Sarah's face as she is given a small update on her condition. She glances around, to make sure no one was listening to her.
Sarah: Good, that is one less nuisance in the way of this.
(on phone) Eric Price: And how is Jeff taking this turn of events?
Sarah: He's with me, as expected. What a pathetic human being. I've just hospitalized the love of his life and he is ready to jump into my arms at a whim. I'm telling you Eric, at the snap of my finger. This is going to be too easy.
She chuckles silently to herself as Eric listens on.
(on phone) Eric Price: You take far too much enjoyment with this.
Sarah: As I've said, my satisfaction comes with the misery of others ... specifically the misery of Pantheon. Jeff Purse is simply my key to the lion's den, and he hasn't a clue. When this finally comes to fruition, he will be left a shallow, empty shell of a man. Whatever it is that remains, I will erase from existence myself.
(on phone) Eric Price: Yes, well, I'm sure you know what you're doing. I --
Sarah quickly hangs up the phone on Eric as the door to Jeff's locker room opens and he emerges. He looks on with hopeful eyes as he watches Sarah place her cell phone into her pocket.
Jeff Purse: Was that? ... Were you able to find anything out?
Sarah looks down toward the floor as if she was sorry to dash his hopes that she had some information for him.
Sarah: No. I'm sorry, that was Rachel. She was concerned as well.
Jeff sighs and nods his head.
Jeff Purse: Thank you, Sarah. For being here with me. I don't know if I could handle it alone.
Sarah smiles somewhat sorrowfully and approaches him with an embrace once again. Jeff finds comfort and solace in her arms. This scene fades.
June 16th 2013
- One Hour After Slam Has Gone Off Air
- EPPW Owner Eric Price's New Los Angeles Loft
The overall atmosphere is joyous. The large, four thousand square foot loft, that consisted of two levels was bustling with the various associates of Eric Price and Sarah Twilight. His luxurious ballroom style floor complete with a grand piano where a hired musician artfully glides away at the keys. Wait staff and general staff wait on the guests hand and foot. The guest list itself a who's who of professional wrestling. Legend and Hall of Famer Gravedigger, fellow Legend and Hall of Famer Bobby Cairo, another Legendary addition Davey Ortega, People's Champion Steeltoe Joe, recently reinstated COO of what is now EPPW, Seth Lerch and of course, EPPW Chairman Eric Price, and tonight's guest of honor, EPPW World Champion, Sarah Twilight. Champagne is passed around and Hors d'oeuvre are handed out among the various guests. Every is all smiles, none more apparent than Sarah herself. Eric Price interrupts the festivities for a moment as her gently clangs a silver spoon alongside the crystal champagne glass in his hand.
Eric Price: Tonight we celebrate a new era for professional wrestling as a whole. We gather here as a family united with a common goal in mind ... to take this to the next level. I am pleased and very grateful to have each and every one of you at my side in this venture. Many of us have been working together in tandem for quite some time, however ... after much patience, and much painstaking determination, we are finally able to officially welcome Sarah Twilight to the family!
There is a large round of applause and Sarah is just seated there with the most evil smirk upon her face that we've ever seen. It was as if the weight of a thousand armies had been lifted from her shoulders and she was in a complete state of euphoria. Sarah nods her head and opts out of delivering any sort of speech to the group of guests. The festivities continue and Eric quietly takes Sarah to the side of the room to speak to her. The two of them almost giddy with nothing but malice.
Eric Price: I have to say, I was there. I saw it. I knew it was going to happen and yet somehow, I don't believe it. That was simply ... flawless.
Sarah's eyes glisten with her true sense of satisfaction. No longer did those emerald eyes contain a glossed over facade of sincerity, hiding her inner demons within. She had been set free into her truest of forms, and it was clear she was loving every moment of it.
Sarah: Tonight, the bindings I have placed upon myself have been removed with the swift motion of my will. When I looked into Jeff's eyes ... I saw despair, and it filled my soul with ecstasy. To watch his world crumble before him and to know that it was done at my hands ... brings a feeling of elation to my being that cannot be described. His demise is my rebirth. His end is my beginning and his pain is my pleasure. Everything that I am is everything that he can never be. He has been condemned as the first shovel full of dirt has been tossed upon his casket. Murdering the remainder of his spirit only serves to make me stronger.
Eric simply grins as he listens to her speak, enjoying the words as they spill from her lips.
Sarah: I am no longer regarded as the shepherd to the flock. They now know that a wolf has been in their midst this entire time. Their cries of misery and pleas for mercy will go unanswered as there is not one who can stand in the place I have built for my own. I have gathered them together in this place to snicker at them in jest for their foolishness. They have once embraced me as their greatest hero ... and now they realize, I am their most dangerous adversary. It is too late for them, just as it is too late for Jeff. They have given to me what I willingly took from them ... their hearts, their trust and their spirits. I control their destiny ... they do not, and will not control mine.
Eric sighs happily as she speaks, just taking in every last word. When she pauses, he does however offer up a comment of his own.
Eric Price: You realize he will be out for revenge now, don't you? Jeff Purse, he's like a cockroach ... now matter how many times yo eradicate him, he just keeps coming back for me.
Sarah cackles as she places a hand on his shoulder, winking at him with utmost arrogance.
Sarah: Let him seek his vengeance. It will do him no good. I deliver my wrath with complete and pure malice. And I do so with much delight.
She turns from him, still smiling her genuine smile. Wicked and pernicious in all aspects of her being. She returns to the party, mingling. This was indeed Sarah Twilight, the one we'd all forgotten about. The one who we locked away in the furthest recesses of our minds, hoping to forget the unadulterated evil that lurked beneath the surface. She had returned to her true nature ... in a far more frightening manner than we ever could have imagined. This scene fades.
Present Time
-Tokyo Japan
The Tokyo Dome is nearly full to capacity as endless scores of people shuffle into the building to witness history in the making. Deep within the corridors of the building, Sarah Twilight sits emotionless in her locker room. She is dressed and ready to compete. The EPPW World Championship draped over her shoulder as she stares ahead. Her eyes a cold and callous and her facial expression indicates a lack of feeling ... of any sort. She prepares herself for the destruction and devastation she intends to inflict upon Jeff Purse. As she sits quietly in her own contemplations, there is a small knock at the door, just before Eric Price enters the room.
Eric Price: Are you ... ready?
Sarah allows a small smirk to form at the end of her lips. The devilish formation of her wicked intent showcased in the tiny crevices of her sealed lips. She glances at Eric, those deep merciless eyes meeting his as she stands.
Sarah: This has been a moment I have waited for. This moment is the reason the foundation has been laid. This very moment is exactly why I have suffered and sacrificed to blend in among the sheep. Jeff Purse is the martyr who shall be sacrificed so that I may flourish. I do not care what horrific acts of torture I must inflict upon him. On this night, he shall suffer his final indignity at my hands. He seeks vengeance, I only seek closure. To finish what I began. I do not intend to leave a stone unturned. Jeff Purse will die in that ring tonight. If not by the last breath of his mortality escaping him, then by the final ouncee of his pride being stripped away.
She laughs quite a bit, really enjoying this as she envisioned the constant methods of torture she would incorporate to destroy him. She calmly walks a circle around Eric as she looks at him, still smirking ever so sadistically.
Sarah: Purse, he is angry, he feels betrayed, lied to. All of these things feed emotion for him. Hi emotion is why he wants this. Well I have NO EMOTION FOR HIM! He is NOTHING to me! Not now, not ever! For me this is simply the means to an end. The final chapter of my scripted masterpiece. One that he so willingly fell into. Jeff Purse can blame himself for his sorrows. He found himself longing for my attention. HE is the one who opened up the door to my venom. Now I deliver the final blow ... that final coup to end his misery and for that, he should thank me. Jeff has been nothing but an afterthought until I gave him credence, I gave him importance with every moment that he sought my affection. I took a shallow, pathetic man and I made him feel important. And JUST like I CRUSHED the hopes and spirits of everyone who flocked to me seeking that same importance ... I will crush him so that he realizes his existence only remains so long as I allow it.
Eric watches her as she continues to walk around him ... slowly ... methodically.
Sarah: For all the pain and misery he feels now ... he believes he is justified in his anger. He believes that his anger alone will allow him to overcome his greatest adversary. And yet, he has never stopped to ask himself what I am capable of? When I have driven his heart into the dirt and hammered the splintered wooden stake through it to deliver my message to him, the months and MONTHS that I have spent meticulously posturing him for my own desires ... he believes he stands a chance. He has not a clue what my intentions are, and I wish for him to bring all of that anger and misery and hatred. For on this night ... he will have but a glimpse ... a GLIMPSE of what it is like to walk my path, and as I tear the flesh from his bone and as I reach into his chest and cleave his heart from it....in that instant he will realize that he was not prepared. He does not carry the burden, and he can not be the bringer of its justice. He has tasted but a small portion of the scourge that inhabits this life ... and he believes he knows it. He WILL know misery ... TRUE misery tonight, because my will has begun ... and he is simply the first of the sacrificial lambs. He is wounded, and he is weak. I have delivered the first of many blows, watching him linger slowly into death ...decay. Now the time for watching and waiting is finished.
She moves passed Eric and heads to the door to her locker room, pulling it open. She glances back at him with those venomous eyes fixated once again into a trance.
Sarah: Tonight ... the wolf will feast upon it's prey.
She exits the room, leaving a very stunned, yet maniacally satisfied Eric Price. We fade to black.
The lines have been drawn deep in the sand. There is no longer a question as to what my desideratum has always been. It is the imprudent minds of the masses who have brought these torments unto themselves. I am guilty of no iniquity, for a predator can only quell their hunger on the carcasses of the deceased for so long until its thirst for fresh blood consumes. Your adoration only served to strengthen my craving ... my appetite for destruction. Your praise only sought to intensify the carnage burning within my soul, to be unleashed upon those who summoned my wrath. I have always been the Mistress of Mischief. I have always been the bane of your deepest, darkest horrors. When you look upon me, know that I only seek to devour. Know that when my eyes gaze upon you, it is because I seek to gorge on your misery. The agony left in my wake ... shall be my own salvation.
-Sarah Twilight
April 28th 2013
- Several hours following Aftermath
- Toronto, Ontario - Canada - St. Michael's Hospital
Medical staff rush about as usual, performing their daily routines. Various alarms and overhead paging devices sound off in short intervals indicating that the hospital was especially busy this evening. Paramedics wheel in an old woman on a stretcher, rushing her to medical aid. Available doctors drop what their doing for this emergency situation. In the midst of all the chaos, a few emergency department beds are quiet and calm. The curtains drawn for privacy. There behind one of the curtains, a very bloody, battered Eric Price lies on his hospital bed in agony. His face covered in lacerations, and his forehead stitched from nearly one end to the other. Dried blood cakes his mouth and nose where he had been spitting up his own fluids. His hair matted and soaked as well, a crimson hue has formed over his dark locks. He is bandaged on a good majority of his body, and his entire abdomen is wrapped and soaked in a deep crimson of it's own. Eric barely has the strength to hold an icepack to his aching, throbbing head. The bedsheets beneath him are stained in his blood as well. In fact, the amount of crimson covering the area around him resembled something you would expect to see of a soldier coming in from battle with horrific permanent injury. He groans as he attempts to shift himself into a more comfortable position. The curtain to his bed area is pulled back slightly, and Eric strains to peek up, expecting a doctor. Instead, it is the new World Heavyweight Champion, Sarah Twilight. She is far from unscathed. Her left arm bandaged tightly as her own sanguine fluid stains the gauze. Her head also stitched and her body battered and bruised. An ace bandage wraps her right knee and she makes her way into his bed area with a slight limp. Despite her condition, she smirks heavily at a still agonizing Eric. His eyes widen and he tries his best to scoot back in the bed, as if he could get away from her. Frantically he presses the call button to summon a nurse. Unfortunately for him, staff was busy with the current emergency at hand.
Eric Price: What are you doing here? Get away from me!
Sarah takes a seat in the small plastic chair at his bedside, she folds her arms carefully and groans, as pain shoots through her left arm. Even through the pain she manages to grin at him. The blood that remained stained upon her teeth and the darkening of her eyes after such a vicious battle only added to the frightening, sadistic enjoyment in her expression.
Sarah: Now then ...
She gingerly leans in closer to him. The almost demonic look in her eyes bringing much cause for concern to Eric.
Sarah: Being as you were violently reminded of just who the hell is in charge around here, maybe we can get back to business?
Eric's facial expression would indicate that he just did a double take in his own mind, as of course his head was unable to complete such a task at this time.
Eric Price: Are you insane?! You just tried to murder me out there tonight! You're sick ... you're ... you're just evil!
Sarah cackles maniacally. It almost seemed as if the pain she had inflicted upon Eric, as well as the pain she had endured brought her a sense of joy.
Sarah: You forget that little stunt you pulled last month with Ortega, did you Eric? I told you that you fucking owe me. I offered you the easy way, and instead you chose to cross me. This beating tonight ... that was nothing more than a friendly reminder, Eric. Don't. fucking. cross. me!
Eric slowly, and barely nods his head as he looks up at her.
Eric Price: Well you can't fault me, really. Holding that world championship felt so right ... I had a lapse in judgement at Explosion. Besides, look at all the despicable things you have done just to capture it. Now you have it, what more do you want?
Sarah lets out a sigh which is accompanied by a low, chilling moan of laughter as if it all should have been obvious. Maybe it was, and perhaps Eric just didn't want to accept it. Whatever the case, the grin never falls from her expression.
Sarah: You already have the answer to that Eric. You already know what is to come. However, being as you find it entertaining to be so ignorant, let me remind you. The crippling fear of everyone on the entire roster. The heartache and pain suffered by each and every last one of the sheep. I want to look into their eyes and see misery. I crave the satisfaction of looking down upon my adversaries as I looked down upon you tonight ... and I wish to witness unmitigated angst and dismay. I demand reverence and I shall take it by force! ... Most of all, Eric ... I wish to sit at my throne and bear witness to the destruction of Pantheon.
She laughs aloud, coking her head back only to bring it forward and cease in an instant, staring at Eric. She tilts her head to the side and offers up one of her infamous facades. An innocent, gleeful smile with those sparkling emerald eyes.
Sarah: Lucky for you, Jeff Purse is where that starts and ends.
She comments so nonchalantly. She references him in such a matter-of-fact way, that is becomes apparent she has no empathy at all. Jeff Purse was simply another object, there for her to abuse as she sees fit. Eric's swollen eyelids manage to narrow a bit at the mention of his name, and he fins the strength to sit up on the blood soaked bed. Just then, one of the nurses pulls back the curtain. Finally having made it around to his call.
Nurse: Is everything alright, sir?
Eric glances at her and tries to nod his head.
Eric Price: Yes, everything is fine. I must have accidentally pressed the button while trying to sit up.
The nurse looks at him oddly, as if she doesn't believe him. She eyes Sarah suspiciously.
Nurse: Sir, you pressed it thirty seven times.
Eric's face turns red, although with the number of lacerations on his face, you couldn't tell. He offers up a rebuttal for that as well.
Eric Price: Yes, well it was an arduous process. Thankfully I had my good friend here to assist me.
The nurse shakes her head, glancing at Sarah one more time.
Nurse: You should be in your bed as well young lady.
Sarah more or less shrugs her off. Once the nurse departs, the conversation continues.
Eric Price: Jeff Purse? Did you see what he did to me after all that YOU did? And you stood there and did nothing! Nothing at all!
Sarah shakes her head at him and sighs.
Sarah: Of course not you fucking idiot. It's not time yet.
Eric seems genuinely offended by the comment.
Eric Price: Not time yet? Not time yet?! You are the World Champion, you have what you want. What happened to crushing their spirits? What happened to all of this misery you speak of? All I saw was a few thousand idiots cheering and crying with joy at your achievement! That is not misery.
Sarah looks down at the floor while still shaking her head. She clasps her hands together and sighs heavily before looking back up at Eric.
Sarah: You and your fucking whining. This is a process you twit. It takes time. You were there, I have Striker in May. He is Pantheon.
Eric Price: And?
Sarah: And to have pulled the trigger on Purse would have been stupid. You do not wage a war from the outside, Eric. You slowly devour from within. I made myself clear, I will reach into the soul of Pantheon and grasp it with my bare hand, ripping it from existence. But I am going to do it methodically. You do not show up at the doorstep of your enemy and announce your intent. You invite them to your doorstep, administering the poison without them ever once suspecting a thing.
Eric nods his head and grins, although her groans as this only causes a burning sensation throughout his face. Sarah slowly, and very gingerly rises, her knee locked up from being seated. And she carefully makes her way toward the curtain.
Sarah: Rest up now, because tomorrow you're going to get yourself cleaned up. We have work to do.
Eric looks on in amazement at such a comment as he calls out.
Eric Price: Work? But I'm severely injured. I need my bed rest!
Sarah: Quit being a fucking pussy.
She casually comments as she exits the room, leaving Eric there to plop his head back against the crimson stained pillow and groan some more. This scene fades.
April 30th 2013 2:41AM
- Wicked Club Toronto
Strobe lights flicker rapidly as various multicolored lights dance around on the slick wooden panel floor below. A light fog mists around the room as glow sticks twirl in the darkened club. Hundred upon hundreds of guests are enjoying themselves into the late hours of the night. The bar is alive and in full swing as the beer flows endless and the bar staff are hurried in preparing various mixed drinks. Large speakers surround the entire dance floor, pumping out rhythmic beats that pound the ears loudly and induce a celebratory response. There among all of the various patrons are none other than WCF World Champion, Sarah Twilight and ... Jeff Purse. The two of them are dancing along with everyone else and Jeff has a drink in hand. He looks to be intoxicated quite a bit. Sarah places one arm around his neck and continues dancing while she smile at him with a beautiful sparkle to her eyes.
Sarah: I'm glad you made it, Jeff. I haven't had this much fun in a long time.
Jeff downs the cup of alcohol in his hand and returns the smile as he and Sarah are dancing pretty close.
Jeff Purse: I'm glad that I'm here. Wooo! You are just really an awesome person, did you know that? I'm happy that we are able to hang out tonight.
Sarah giggles and begins to blush as she flutters her eyes at him. Jeff is drawn in as it wasn't every day that Sarah Twilight, of all people showed any interest in someone. The fact that she had just a few days earlier demolished Jeff's bitter enemy, Eric Price gave him all the more reason to be entranced by her. She drapes her other arm around him and sways back and force in perfect rhythm. She smiles warmly and her emerald eyes lock onto his, giving him a calming sense of comfort as they dance.
Sarah: You have the most adorable eyes. Did you know that?
Jeff's face becomes flushed at her compliment and he smiles big. The alluring redhead just continues to move herself closer to him and he stammers for words. His heart races and the anxiety builds inside of him. Sarah's smile grows as she is able to feel his heartbeat now. She bats her eyes once again and she playfully bits her bottom lip, looking at him.
Sarah: Am I making you nervous? That's so cute.
Sarah continues to gaze into Jeff's eyes and the more he begins to crumble.
Jeff Purse: I -- I, seriously you are gorgeous. I -- really don't know what to say. But ... Kari.
Sarah holds a finger against his lips seductively as she glances just behind him to see a man standing there off to the side with a camera rolling. Smiling, she raises her leg up alongside of him, pressing her body against his and she leans in slowly. The two embrace and exchange a slow kiss that lasts several moments. Jeff is completely lost in the moment and has no idea that as they turn in their dance step, Sarah is positioning them for the cameras. The photographer snaps his prints, and when he is finished. Sarah pulls away from the embrace calmly, looking at Jeff.
Sarah: I'll be back in just a moment, alright? Don't you go anywhere.
She smiles at him and gently brushes her finger to his nose playfully. Jeff, in his inebriated condition is lovestruck and just nods his head as she departs. Sarah makes her way to the ladies room and rushes inside, walking directly to the sink and fumbling through the small purse she'd brought with her this evening. After a few moments of searching, she removes a toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste. She lets the water rush and begins brushing vigorously. Scraping the brush along her tongue like a madwoman.
Sarah: UGH! PLEGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!
She damn near vomits as she spits out the foamy fluoride. Gargling and rinsing her mouth for a very long period of time. When she is finished, she repeats the process again. A few other women who enter the restroom eye her oddly as they pass. Shaking their heads as they make their way to the stalls. Finally, after having nearly scrubbed the outer layer of tissue from her tongue she turns off the water and places the toothbrush and toothpaste back into her purse. She looks into the mirror and shakes her head.
Sarah: I swear, sometimes this shit isn't even worth it.
She grabs her purse and casually swaggers out of the restroom. Returning to the dance floor, she finds Jeff Purse leaned against the wall to the side, drinking another mixed drink. His eyes light up when he sees her.
Jeff Purse: Heeeey! I almost thought you weren't coming back.
Sarah places herself back into friendly mode and smiles warmly at him, despite the repulsion she was feeling inside right now. She gently takes his hand in hers.
Sarah: I've had a wonderful time tonight, Jeff. But it's getting late ... and I should be going.
Jeff looks on a bit confused, figuring their wonderful night was only just beginning. But, as with most women, he just assumes she is playing it slightly hard to get and he nods in acceptance.
Sarah: Call me, okay?
She slowly backs away, still holding onto his hand as she never takes her eyes off of him, letting their fingertips slow glide away from one another, leaving him wanting more. She can see by the look on his face, that she has elicited the exact reaction she'd wanted from him as he longingly gazes at her the entire time in her departure.
A short while later...
The door is pushed open to a hotel suite after the key card is inserted into the slot. Sarah Twilight enters the darkened room. It is late and she appears exhausted, or disgusted ... perhaps both. She slowly makes her way down the short hallway leading into the main room. She tosses down her small purse onto the tabletop and turns the switch on the map, illuminating the room. There is the corner of the room, Eric Price sits comfortably in an armchair, his hands folded menacingly in front of him. He smiles. Sarah just glares at him with a scowl.
Sarah: The pictures ... where are they?
Eric looks a bit surprised that she isn't in a better mood right now.
Eric Price: I have them of course. Everything went wonderfully if I do say so myself.
Sarah storms over to him and holds out her hand.
Sarah: Let me see them ... now!
She barks the order very impatiently. Eric frowns a bit and reaches into his suit pocket, handing her an envelope. She hastily opens it and removes the contents, rifling through the pictures. Her demeanor only becomes more irate.
Sarah: What the fuck is this?
Eric looks confused as he responds.
Eric Price: They're the pictures you asked me to take. What else?
Sarah throws the pictures back at him. They scatter over his lap and many of them fall to the floor beneath him.
Sarah: You can barely see his face in those! You had one task ... just ONE! And you manage to fuck that up! Do you even KNOW how fucking disgusting it was for me to place my lips against that ... that hideous geek? How about YOU go and share a kiss with that pathetic, sickening chud!
Eric Price: Oh come now, it couldn't have been that bad.
Sarah's lips shrink up into an irate pout as her eyes narrow at him. He nods his head.
Eric Price: Alright, alright. I get the point. Regardless, this is enough evidence to damper his relationship with dear Kari Kendall. I still don't understand why you don't just annihilate her.
Sarah folds her arms and looks at him with unmistakable seriousness.
Sarah: That would be far too easy. Besides, I don't want that stupid fuck suspecting anything. I'm sure the time will present itself for far more entertaining aspects of the entire ordeal.
Eric quirks a brow. Sarah looks like she simply wants to slap the shit out of him for even being curious. She rolls her eyes.
Sarah: The end result ... fucking moron. Jeff Purse, broken and useless ... even moreso than he is now. You think I'd endure spending this time with him, pretending to actually give a shit about his pathetic ass if it wasn't for the end result? Jeff Purse is a naive little puppy dog who will do whatever I say at the snap of a finger. You just keep the pressure on that Kari bitch, and I'll handle the rest.
Eric nods as he and Sarah begin preparations to expose the photographs on the following Slam. This scene fades.
May 19th 2013
-Berlin, Germany - Following Sarah Twilight vs Kari Kendall
-Slam is still in progress
Jeff Purse is pacing back and forth in his locker room, directly after the match between Sarah Twilight and his girlfriend, Kari Kendall. Sarah is there with him and Jeff is visibly shaken. He is almost in tears and doesn't know what to do. Sarah offers him a hug and he embraces her. The two remain interlocked in each other's arms for a long moment as Jeff tries to gather himself. He looks at Sarah sincerely.
Jeff Purse: I just ... I have to call the hospital. I have to know what's going on.
Sarah nods, looking genuinely concerned.
Sarah: No of course. You need to make sure she's alright. I want to know that she's alright. Listen, I'll be right back alright? Just going to step outside for a moment and give you a moment to get it together before we call, alright?
Jeff nods, still very upset as Sarah slips out of the room and into the hallway. She picks up her cellular phone and dials. After a few short rings, the line is picked up. Eric Price is on the other end, speaking in hushed tones.
(on phone) Eric Price: What are you doing? We're still in the ambulance. I can't talk.
Luckily for Eric, as they approached closer to the hospital, the driver engages the siren which provides some distraction noise. Kari is being treated by the paramedics in the rolling first aid vehicle as Eric continues to keep his voice hushed as he speaks.
(on phone) Eric Price: I'll tell you this, you messed her up good. She keeps slipping in and out of consciousness. They are considering she may even have a broken neck.
An evil smirk forms upon Sarah's face as she is given a small update on her condition. She glances around, to make sure no one was listening to her.
Sarah: Good, that is one less nuisance in the way of this.
(on phone) Eric Price: And how is Jeff taking this turn of events?
Sarah: He's with me, as expected. What a pathetic human being. I've just hospitalized the love of his life and he is ready to jump into my arms at a whim. I'm telling you Eric, at the snap of my finger. This is going to be too easy.
She chuckles silently to herself as Eric listens on.
(on phone) Eric Price: You take far too much enjoyment with this.
Sarah: As I've said, my satisfaction comes with the misery of others ... specifically the misery of Pantheon. Jeff Purse is simply my key to the lion's den, and he hasn't a clue. When this finally comes to fruition, he will be left a shallow, empty shell of a man. Whatever it is that remains, I will erase from existence myself.
(on phone) Eric Price: Yes, well, I'm sure you know what you're doing. I --
Sarah quickly hangs up the phone on Eric as the door to Jeff's locker room opens and he emerges. He looks on with hopeful eyes as he watches Sarah place her cell phone into her pocket.
Jeff Purse: Was that? ... Were you able to find anything out?
Sarah looks down toward the floor as if she was sorry to dash his hopes that she had some information for him.
Sarah: No. I'm sorry, that was Rachel. She was concerned as well.
Jeff sighs and nods his head.
Jeff Purse: Thank you, Sarah. For being here with me. I don't know if I could handle it alone.
Sarah smiles somewhat sorrowfully and approaches him with an embrace once again. Jeff finds comfort and solace in her arms. This scene fades.
June 16th 2013
- One Hour After Slam Has Gone Off Air
- EPPW Owner Eric Price's New Los Angeles Loft
The overall atmosphere is joyous. The large, four thousand square foot loft, that consisted of two levels was bustling with the various associates of Eric Price and Sarah Twilight. His luxurious ballroom style floor complete with a grand piano where a hired musician artfully glides away at the keys. Wait staff and general staff wait on the guests hand and foot. The guest list itself a who's who of professional wrestling. Legend and Hall of Famer Gravedigger, fellow Legend and Hall of Famer Bobby Cairo, another Legendary addition Davey Ortega, People's Champion Steeltoe Joe, recently reinstated COO of what is now EPPW, Seth Lerch and of course, EPPW Chairman Eric Price, and tonight's guest of honor, EPPW World Champion, Sarah Twilight. Champagne is passed around and Hors d'oeuvre are handed out among the various guests. Every is all smiles, none more apparent than Sarah herself. Eric Price interrupts the festivities for a moment as her gently clangs a silver spoon alongside the crystal champagne glass in his hand.
Eric Price: Tonight we celebrate a new era for professional wrestling as a whole. We gather here as a family united with a common goal in mind ... to take this to the next level. I am pleased and very grateful to have each and every one of you at my side in this venture. Many of us have been working together in tandem for quite some time, however ... after much patience, and much painstaking determination, we are finally able to officially welcome Sarah Twilight to the family!
There is a large round of applause and Sarah is just seated there with the most evil smirk upon her face that we've ever seen. It was as if the weight of a thousand armies had been lifted from her shoulders and she was in a complete state of euphoria. Sarah nods her head and opts out of delivering any sort of speech to the group of guests. The festivities continue and Eric quietly takes Sarah to the side of the room to speak to her. The two of them almost giddy with nothing but malice.
Eric Price: I have to say, I was there. I saw it. I knew it was going to happen and yet somehow, I don't believe it. That was simply ... flawless.
Sarah's eyes glisten with her true sense of satisfaction. No longer did those emerald eyes contain a glossed over facade of sincerity, hiding her inner demons within. She had been set free into her truest of forms, and it was clear she was loving every moment of it.
Sarah: Tonight, the bindings I have placed upon myself have been removed with the swift motion of my will. When I looked into Jeff's eyes ... I saw despair, and it filled my soul with ecstasy. To watch his world crumble before him and to know that it was done at my hands ... brings a feeling of elation to my being that cannot be described. His demise is my rebirth. His end is my beginning and his pain is my pleasure. Everything that I am is everything that he can never be. He has been condemned as the first shovel full of dirt has been tossed upon his casket. Murdering the remainder of his spirit only serves to make me stronger.
Eric simply grins as he listens to her speak, enjoying the words as they spill from her lips.
Sarah: I am no longer regarded as the shepherd to the flock. They now know that a wolf has been in their midst this entire time. Their cries of misery and pleas for mercy will go unanswered as there is not one who can stand in the place I have built for my own. I have gathered them together in this place to snicker at them in jest for their foolishness. They have once embraced me as their greatest hero ... and now they realize, I am their most dangerous adversary. It is too late for them, just as it is too late for Jeff. They have given to me what I willingly took from them ... their hearts, their trust and their spirits. I control their destiny ... they do not, and will not control mine.
Eric sighs happily as she speaks, just taking in every last word. When she pauses, he does however offer up a comment of his own.
Eric Price: You realize he will be out for revenge now, don't you? Jeff Purse, he's like a cockroach ... now matter how many times yo eradicate him, he just keeps coming back for me.
Sarah cackles as she places a hand on his shoulder, winking at him with utmost arrogance.
Sarah: Let him seek his vengeance. It will do him no good. I deliver my wrath with complete and pure malice. And I do so with much delight.
She turns from him, still smiling her genuine smile. Wicked and pernicious in all aspects of her being. She returns to the party, mingling. This was indeed Sarah Twilight, the one we'd all forgotten about. The one who we locked away in the furthest recesses of our minds, hoping to forget the unadulterated evil that lurked beneath the surface. She had returned to her true nature ... in a far more frightening manner than we ever could have imagined. This scene fades.
Present Time
-Tokyo Japan
The Tokyo Dome is nearly full to capacity as endless scores of people shuffle into the building to witness history in the making. Deep within the corridors of the building, Sarah Twilight sits emotionless in her locker room. She is dressed and ready to compete. The EPPW World Championship draped over her shoulder as she stares ahead. Her eyes a cold and callous and her facial expression indicates a lack of feeling ... of any sort. She prepares herself for the destruction and devastation she intends to inflict upon Jeff Purse. As she sits quietly in her own contemplations, there is a small knock at the door, just before Eric Price enters the room.
Eric Price: Are you ... ready?
Sarah allows a small smirk to form at the end of her lips. The devilish formation of her wicked intent showcased in the tiny crevices of her sealed lips. She glances at Eric, those deep merciless eyes meeting his as she stands.
Sarah: This has been a moment I have waited for. This moment is the reason the foundation has been laid. This very moment is exactly why I have suffered and sacrificed to blend in among the sheep. Jeff Purse is the martyr who shall be sacrificed so that I may flourish. I do not care what horrific acts of torture I must inflict upon him. On this night, he shall suffer his final indignity at my hands. He seeks vengeance, I only seek closure. To finish what I began. I do not intend to leave a stone unturned. Jeff Purse will die in that ring tonight. If not by the last breath of his mortality escaping him, then by the final ouncee of his pride being stripped away.
She laughs quite a bit, really enjoying this as she envisioned the constant methods of torture she would incorporate to destroy him. She calmly walks a circle around Eric as she looks at him, still smirking ever so sadistically.
Sarah: Purse, he is angry, he feels betrayed, lied to. All of these things feed emotion for him. Hi emotion is why he wants this. Well I have NO EMOTION FOR HIM! He is NOTHING to me! Not now, not ever! For me this is simply the means to an end. The final chapter of my scripted masterpiece. One that he so willingly fell into. Jeff Purse can blame himself for his sorrows. He found himself longing for my attention. HE is the one who opened up the door to my venom. Now I deliver the final blow ... that final coup to end his misery and for that, he should thank me. Jeff has been nothing but an afterthought until I gave him credence, I gave him importance with every moment that he sought my affection. I took a shallow, pathetic man and I made him feel important. And JUST like I CRUSHED the hopes and spirits of everyone who flocked to me seeking that same importance ... I will crush him so that he realizes his existence only remains so long as I allow it.
Eric watches her as she continues to walk around him ... slowly ... methodically.
Sarah: For all the pain and misery he feels now ... he believes he is justified in his anger. He believes that his anger alone will allow him to overcome his greatest adversary. And yet, he has never stopped to ask himself what I am capable of? When I have driven his heart into the dirt and hammered the splintered wooden stake through it to deliver my message to him, the months and MONTHS that I have spent meticulously posturing him for my own desires ... he believes he stands a chance. He has not a clue what my intentions are, and I wish for him to bring all of that anger and misery and hatred. For on this night ... he will have but a glimpse ... a GLIMPSE of what it is like to walk my path, and as I tear the flesh from his bone and as I reach into his chest and cleave his heart from it....in that instant he will realize that he was not prepared. He does not carry the burden, and he can not be the bringer of its justice. He has tasted but a small portion of the scourge that inhabits this life ... and he believes he knows it. He WILL know misery ... TRUE misery tonight, because my will has begun ... and he is simply the first of the sacrificial lambs. He is wounded, and he is weak. I have delivered the first of many blows, watching him linger slowly into death ...decay. Now the time for watching and waiting is finished.
She moves passed Eric and heads to the door to her locker room, pulling it open. She glances back at him with those venomous eyes fixated once again into a trance.
Sarah: Tonight ... the wolf will feast upon it's prey.
She exits the room, leaving a very stunned, yet maniacally satisfied Eric Price. We fade to black.
