Post by The Night Terrors on Aug 2, 2013 7:30:26 GMT -5
“It is much easier to become a father than to be one.”
-Kent Nerburn
***The MPW camera fades to the image of a closed wooden door, with the numbers “213” in placed on the door. The camera pans out, and Samuel and Clay, The Night Terrors, are standing in front of the door with a smaller, asian woman who was earlier identified as Dr. Kwong. Clay is glaring at the door, and is nearly frozen in thought. Behind him, Samuel and Dr. Kwong are talking...***
Dr. Kwong: So he’s in stable condition for right now, but he’s in a lot of pain. He’ll likely be in and out of consciousness due to the pain meds, but you guys can go in and talk to him...
Clay[/u]: No, I’ll be going alone. He’s my father...[/color]
Dr. Kwong: I thought you two are brothers...
Clay[/u]: We’re foster brothers...[/color]
Dr. Kwong: Okay, well then Clay, you can head in whenever you want. If you need me, just have one of the nurses page me. I need to make the rounds...
***Clay nods at Dr. Kwong, who quickly turns and walks into another nearby room. Samuel looks back at Clay, who continues to look back at the door in front of him.
Samuel[/u]: You can do this. I’ve never seen you fail at anything, and today will be no different. Get in there, and say what you need to say. Break that last remaining link in the chain holding you from being the monster you could be. Embrace any fear and hesitation you are feeling at this moment, and know that when you are done, you’ll never have anything to fear again. Now go...[/color]
***Without another word, Samuel turns and walks down to the end of the hall, and then takes a right, leaving the camera feed completely. Clay has yet to take his eyes off of the door standing in front of him. After a large breath, Clay finally breaks eye contact, and reaches for the door handle. Clay opens the door, and with small steps, walks into the room. Clay closes the door behind him as the camera focuses on a man, in his late 50’s/early 60’s, laying in a hospital bed. His left arm is filled with IV tubes, and he moving around uncomfortably. As the door shuts, it startles the man, who slightly jumps. He then, without opening his eyes, he calls out to whoever entered the room...***
Greg Matthews[/u]: Nurse, thank God. I need some more morphine...[/color]
***Clay remains silent for a minute, which causes Greg to raise his voice...***
Greg Matthews[/u]: Hello? Is anybody there? I heard you come in. I need some more pain meds, these weak ass ones you have given me have been out for the last hour...[/color]
***Clay continues to stand in silence, causing Greg to get angry enough to open his eyes and start yelling...***
Greg Matthews[/u]: Are you ignoring me or something? Wait, who the fuck are you? NURSE!!![/color]
Clay[/u]: It’s been a long time, but I figured you would recognize me...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: I don’t have time for games jack. Go get my nurse...[/color]
Clay[/u]: It’s funny, it’s been twenty years, and I still remember that contempt in your voice like you were yelling at me yesterday...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: Twenty years? What the hell are you talking about chief. I think you have the wrong dying man. NURSE!!![/color]
Clay[/u]: What’s wrong? Don’t you recognize your own son?[/color]
***Greg’s eyes grow wide as Clay says this, and he stares right at Clay, who isn’t moving. After a moment of silence, Greg lets out a chuckle, that turns into a loud laugh, which in turn becomes a long coughing fit. Greg clutches at his stomach, and coughs up just a bit of blood. Greg wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and smiles up at Clay as he starts to speak...***
Greg Matthews[/u]: Well, well, well. You’re the last person that I would have ever expected to walk through those doors. Come to finish the job?[/color]
Clay[/u]: No, looks like nature is doing that for me...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: So how did you find me?[/color]
Clay[/u]: My brother got a call from the hospital, and he brought me down here. Though to be honest, if he would've told me why we were coming today, I never would have agreed to come.[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: Yeah, can’t blame you for that. So what, you were adopted by a loving family? I see you grew up to be a big man, they on the hook for feeding you? You probably drove them to the poor house by eating them out of house and home...[/color]
Clay[/u]: No, I never was adopted...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: I thought you said you had a brother...[/color]
Clay[/u]: A foster brother, from the orphanage...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: Thats good, at least that means you didn’t have the chance to ruin another family...[/color]
***Greg’s last comment causes Clay to smile, and shake his head in disbelief...***
Clay[/u]: Oh how I missed those kind of remarks...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: So why are you here? You coming in to be the hero and save the day, help daddy and maybe earn his love?[/color]
Clay[/u]: No, I can’t think of anything else less likely than me helping you out...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: That’s probably the first intelligent choice you’ve ever made. So why don’t you go two for two right now, get the hell out of my room, and get my nurse in here...[/color]
Clay[/u]: Oh, I’d love to, but I need to get something off my chest, then I promise, you’ll never see me again in your short, miserable life...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: Oh God, what is this going to be? “You hurt me as a boy, and I want you to admit you were wrong!” You may be a big man physically now, but you need to grow the fuck up and stop crying over spilt milk. You took the only thing that ever mattered to me in my wife, and killed her so you could live. You took my life away from me, so I don’t give a damn what you want to say, and I don’t give a damn how you feel. Get out you little punk![/color]
Clay[/u]: First of all, it’s not Tommy anymore. Thomas Matthews is gone, you ensured that. It’s Clay now...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: Oh, perfect, a dumbass name for a dumbass. At least nobody else will know we’re related you murderer...[/color]
Clay[/u]: Shut your fucking mouth old man! Now, you have maybe a month left, and unless you want me to come over there and take some more time off of your leger, then you will shut the hell up and let me say what I came in here to say. Got it?[/color]
***For the first time since Clay arrived in the room, Greg looks taken aback, and his eyes widen with fear. Clay rubs his bald head for a minute to calm himself down, and then continues to speak...***
Clay[/u]: Now, before you interrupted me, I told you I just wanted to tell you something. Thank you...[/color]
***Greg’s face goes from one of fear to one of confusion, but before he can say anything, Clay powers on...***
Clay[/u]: I can tell by the stupid look on your face that you weren’t expecting me to say anything close to that, so let me explain. You see, thanks to you, I’m not one of those pathetic idiots running around out there, crying about every little thing that doesn’t go there way. I’m not some loser college dropout, who still has to live at home with mommy because I failed at whatever it was I wanted to do with my life. Because of you, I grew up strong, both in body and will. Because of you, I now know that the world is a place full of pain and darkness, and the only way to survive it is adapt and become better than those around you. Thank you for making me what I am today, because I wouldn’t want to be anything else...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: God damn, I really messed you up, huh kid? Turned you into some kind of freak...[/color]
Clay[/u]: Close, but no cigar. I’m not a freak, nor am I even a man. I am a monster, in it’s purest form, and those that stand in my path will be destroyed, and it’s all thanks to you. Every person I have hurt, you share responsibility. Every life I alter, it’s partially your fault. Every time I snuff out the joy and light in this world and replace it with pain and darkness, the world will have you to curse out loud. So in these last few days, as you dive further and further into the black abyss of death, you will now know what you’ve done, and you should be proud...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: You’re no son of mine. Get out of here you bastard, you make me sick...[/color]
Clay[/u]: You’re damn straight that I’m no son of yours. I don’t need you, nor the memory of you, to motivate me any longer. I don’t need to be reminded of my childhood, because I am better than that. Stronger than that. And most certainly stronger than you. I look at you in that bed, slipping closer and closer to the cold clammy hands of death himself, now realizing just how weak you are. You lose one person in your life, and your entire world fell apart. You’ll sit there, praying each moment for more morphine, just so you can escape the darkness of reality that surrounds you. And I, Clay, will be out in the world, a pure monster, showing others the path of truth you showed me. And without even knowing it, you’re giving me one final gift...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: I have nothing in my life, let alone anything for you...[/color]
Clay[/u]: See, that is where you are wrong. You have given me the gift to know that you’re not going out peacefully. You’ll feel pain until the time your eyes close for the last time, and I know that there is no escape for you. Your final gift for me is your pain...[/color]
***Greg starts to cough again, this time violently that it causes the machines in his room to go off. The door to the room opens, and Dr. Kwong walks in along with two nurses. As the nurses check on Greg, who is now coughing up blood. Dr. Kwong steps in front Clay and tries to get his attention...***
Dr. Kwong: I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to wait in the hall...
Clay[/u]: Don’t worry about it, we’re done here. Bye dad...[/color]
***Before the doctor can respond, Clay turns around, and with a new sense of confidence evident on his face, walks out of the room and down the hall. As Clay walks down the hall and out of the hospice building, he is walking just a bit taller and more powerful than ever before, as though a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. As Clay passes the Receptionist’s desk, he smiles at her with a eerie grin, and causes her to move back a couple of inches. Clay continues walking down the hall, and exits the building into the sun filled parking lot. Clay turns right, and in front of him is The Night Terror’s bus. Leaning against the passenger side door of the bus, Samuel is waiting for him. Samuel looks up and sees the smile on Clay’s face, and nods as he begins to speak...***
Samuel[/u]: I’m assuming that I was right...[/color]
Clay[/u]: Yeah, right like always. So, what's next?[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Gold Rush. Now you have nothing to hold you back from doing what is necessary. I can see it in your eyes, you’re ready...[/color]
Clay[/u]: That’s an understatement. What I feel now, the rising darkness, the rising power, deep down inside, is like nothing I’ve ever felt before...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: It’s exhilarating, isn’t it? To look into the mirror and see yourself, in your truest form, looking back at you. To know that there is nobody, and I do mean nobody, who has the power to stop you. Are ready to accept your mission Clay? Are you ready to show the world our power, and our glory? Are you ready to truly destroy every obstacle in your path on the way to greatness? Are you ready to put the MPW, especially the Tag Team Champions Iconic Aggression, on notice? Are you ready to end the career of Gabriel Griffin?[/color]
Clay[/u]: I can promise you, Griffin will never be the same when I step into the ring with him. And from the moment the referee rings the bell, he’ll see the monster I’ve become and already know he’s been defeated before we even lock up. He’ll beg for me to stop the punishment, as will all of the small children brought to the arena, and even their lives will be forever changed by the sacrifice of Gabriel Griffin...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: And your other opponents?[/color]
Clay[/u]: What of them? Adam Steele and Taufik have already fallen to The Night Terrors. Chrissy Starr is already nearly a broken heap because of Jason X, and her only reason for being in this tournament is so people are invested in Jason X’s first round match, so just imagine what I can do to her. Tyler Axe is nothing more than Taufik 2.0, so where is the problem there?[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Jason X?[/color]
Clay[/u]: I will show him what it means to be a vicious, destructive, monster who prays on the weak. Chrissy Starr is a weak woman who is an easy target, but lets just see how different things are when Jason X steps into the ring with me. I will give Jason a beating that makes him long for the way he manhandled Chrissy. I will take this former Television Champion and turn him into something that will cause screaming from children and women alike. I will make each and every man who tunes in to Gold Rush feel pity for Jason. People will ask him, Jason Y would you step into the ring with a monster like that? Too bad he’ll be too high on pain meds to answer...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: And lastly, the MPW Television Champion, Lucas King. What about him?[/color]
Clay[/u]: I’m going to do the MPW a disservice at Gold Rush. I’m going to take one of their few Champions, the elite of the MPW, and prove that he is nowhere near the class of The Night Terrors. The Gold Rush Championship is my chance to show the world the true path of life and the power it brings, just like you did for me Samuel. And unfortunately for “The Third Wheel” Lucas King, because of that chance I’m getting, he won’t be seeing any new gold. The only colors he’ll be seeing are the red in the blood pouring down his face and the empty black behind his eyelids that he won’t be able to lift. I will walk out of Gold Rush with the trophy, not for the glory, but for the chance to move to the next level of the MPW. People need to feel sorry for Griffin, and for Starr, for Steele, Taufik, Axe, for X and especially for King. Because when I’m done with any of those pathetic fools who get in my way, They will know the power of the darkness first hand. It’s not a fate I’d wish on anyone, but three of them will experience it at Gold Rush...[/color]
***A smile creeps along the face of Samuel and Clay talks, as though he’s been waiting for these words for a long time. Just as Clay finishes speaking, the passenger door opens, and The Night Terror’s personal bus driver, Jimmy, is sitting in the driver’s seat. Samuel steps into the bus, followed by Clay. Jimmy shuts the bus door, and then turns to The Night Terrors as he asks a question...***
Jimmy[/u]: So, where to now?[/color]
Clay[/u]: Indianapolis. On to Gold Rush, where darkness will make it’s debut on Pay Per View. It’s time to show “MPW Management” that The Night Terrors are an unstoppable force, ready for the next level. It’s time to show the world our path, and it’s power...[/color]
***Jimmy nods at Clay, who continues back into the bus as Jimmy turns the ignition and starts the bus. Jimmy shifts into gear and begins the long trek to Indianapolis. As the bus exits the parking lot, an ambulance enters and pulls right up to the entrance of the hospice. Three EMT’s quickly exit the ambulance, gurney in hand, and rush into the building as the camera slowly fades to black...............***
-Kent Nerburn
***The MPW camera fades to the image of a closed wooden door, with the numbers “213” in placed on the door. The camera pans out, and Samuel and Clay, The Night Terrors, are standing in front of the door with a smaller, asian woman who was earlier identified as Dr. Kwong. Clay is glaring at the door, and is nearly frozen in thought. Behind him, Samuel and Dr. Kwong are talking...***
Dr. Kwong: So he’s in stable condition for right now, but he’s in a lot of pain. He’ll likely be in and out of consciousness due to the pain meds, but you guys can go in and talk to him...
Clay[/u]: No, I’ll be going alone. He’s my father...[/color]
Dr. Kwong: I thought you two are brothers...
Clay[/u]: We’re foster brothers...[/color]
Dr. Kwong: Okay, well then Clay, you can head in whenever you want. If you need me, just have one of the nurses page me. I need to make the rounds...
***Clay nods at Dr. Kwong, who quickly turns and walks into another nearby room. Samuel looks back at Clay, who continues to look back at the door in front of him.
Samuel[/u]: You can do this. I’ve never seen you fail at anything, and today will be no different. Get in there, and say what you need to say. Break that last remaining link in the chain holding you from being the monster you could be. Embrace any fear and hesitation you are feeling at this moment, and know that when you are done, you’ll never have anything to fear again. Now go...[/color]
***Without another word, Samuel turns and walks down to the end of the hall, and then takes a right, leaving the camera feed completely. Clay has yet to take his eyes off of the door standing in front of him. After a large breath, Clay finally breaks eye contact, and reaches for the door handle. Clay opens the door, and with small steps, walks into the room. Clay closes the door behind him as the camera focuses on a man, in his late 50’s/early 60’s, laying in a hospital bed. His left arm is filled with IV tubes, and he moving around uncomfortably. As the door shuts, it startles the man, who slightly jumps. He then, without opening his eyes, he calls out to whoever entered the room...***
Greg Matthews[/u]: Nurse, thank God. I need some more morphine...[/color]
***Clay remains silent for a minute, which causes Greg to raise his voice...***
Greg Matthews[/u]: Hello? Is anybody there? I heard you come in. I need some more pain meds, these weak ass ones you have given me have been out for the last hour...[/color]
***Clay continues to stand in silence, causing Greg to get angry enough to open his eyes and start yelling...***
Greg Matthews[/u]: Are you ignoring me or something? Wait, who the fuck are you? NURSE!!![/color]
Clay[/u]: It’s been a long time, but I figured you would recognize me...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: I don’t have time for games jack. Go get my nurse...[/color]
Clay[/u]: It’s funny, it’s been twenty years, and I still remember that contempt in your voice like you were yelling at me yesterday...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: Twenty years? What the hell are you talking about chief. I think you have the wrong dying man. NURSE!!![/color]
Clay[/u]: What’s wrong? Don’t you recognize your own son?[/color]
***Greg’s eyes grow wide as Clay says this, and he stares right at Clay, who isn’t moving. After a moment of silence, Greg lets out a chuckle, that turns into a loud laugh, which in turn becomes a long coughing fit. Greg clutches at his stomach, and coughs up just a bit of blood. Greg wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and smiles up at Clay as he starts to speak...***
Greg Matthews[/u]: Well, well, well. You’re the last person that I would have ever expected to walk through those doors. Come to finish the job?[/color]
Clay[/u]: No, looks like nature is doing that for me...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: So how did you find me?[/color]
Clay[/u]: My brother got a call from the hospital, and he brought me down here. Though to be honest, if he would've told me why we were coming today, I never would have agreed to come.[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: Yeah, can’t blame you for that. So what, you were adopted by a loving family? I see you grew up to be a big man, they on the hook for feeding you? You probably drove them to the poor house by eating them out of house and home...[/color]
Clay[/u]: No, I never was adopted...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: I thought you said you had a brother...[/color]
Clay[/u]: A foster brother, from the orphanage...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: Thats good, at least that means you didn’t have the chance to ruin another family...[/color]
***Greg’s last comment causes Clay to smile, and shake his head in disbelief...***
Clay[/u]: Oh how I missed those kind of remarks...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: So why are you here? You coming in to be the hero and save the day, help daddy and maybe earn his love?[/color]
Clay[/u]: No, I can’t think of anything else less likely than me helping you out...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: That’s probably the first intelligent choice you’ve ever made. So why don’t you go two for two right now, get the hell out of my room, and get my nurse in here...[/color]
Clay[/u]: Oh, I’d love to, but I need to get something off my chest, then I promise, you’ll never see me again in your short, miserable life...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: Oh God, what is this going to be? “You hurt me as a boy, and I want you to admit you were wrong!” You may be a big man physically now, but you need to grow the fuck up and stop crying over spilt milk. You took the only thing that ever mattered to me in my wife, and killed her so you could live. You took my life away from me, so I don’t give a damn what you want to say, and I don’t give a damn how you feel. Get out you little punk![/color]
Clay[/u]: First of all, it’s not Tommy anymore. Thomas Matthews is gone, you ensured that. It’s Clay now...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: Oh, perfect, a dumbass name for a dumbass. At least nobody else will know we’re related you murderer...[/color]
Clay[/u]: Shut your fucking mouth old man! Now, you have maybe a month left, and unless you want me to come over there and take some more time off of your leger, then you will shut the hell up and let me say what I came in here to say. Got it?[/color]
***For the first time since Clay arrived in the room, Greg looks taken aback, and his eyes widen with fear. Clay rubs his bald head for a minute to calm himself down, and then continues to speak...***
Clay[/u]: Now, before you interrupted me, I told you I just wanted to tell you something. Thank you...[/color]
***Greg’s face goes from one of fear to one of confusion, but before he can say anything, Clay powers on...***
Clay[/u]: I can tell by the stupid look on your face that you weren’t expecting me to say anything close to that, so let me explain. You see, thanks to you, I’m not one of those pathetic idiots running around out there, crying about every little thing that doesn’t go there way. I’m not some loser college dropout, who still has to live at home with mommy because I failed at whatever it was I wanted to do with my life. Because of you, I grew up strong, both in body and will. Because of you, I now know that the world is a place full of pain and darkness, and the only way to survive it is adapt and become better than those around you. Thank you for making me what I am today, because I wouldn’t want to be anything else...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: God damn, I really messed you up, huh kid? Turned you into some kind of freak...[/color]
Clay[/u]: Close, but no cigar. I’m not a freak, nor am I even a man. I am a monster, in it’s purest form, and those that stand in my path will be destroyed, and it’s all thanks to you. Every person I have hurt, you share responsibility. Every life I alter, it’s partially your fault. Every time I snuff out the joy and light in this world and replace it with pain and darkness, the world will have you to curse out loud. So in these last few days, as you dive further and further into the black abyss of death, you will now know what you’ve done, and you should be proud...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: You’re no son of mine. Get out of here you bastard, you make me sick...[/color]
Clay[/u]: You’re damn straight that I’m no son of yours. I don’t need you, nor the memory of you, to motivate me any longer. I don’t need to be reminded of my childhood, because I am better than that. Stronger than that. And most certainly stronger than you. I look at you in that bed, slipping closer and closer to the cold clammy hands of death himself, now realizing just how weak you are. You lose one person in your life, and your entire world fell apart. You’ll sit there, praying each moment for more morphine, just so you can escape the darkness of reality that surrounds you. And I, Clay, will be out in the world, a pure monster, showing others the path of truth you showed me. And without even knowing it, you’re giving me one final gift...[/color]
Greg Matthews[/u]: I have nothing in my life, let alone anything for you...[/color]
Clay[/u]: See, that is where you are wrong. You have given me the gift to know that you’re not going out peacefully. You’ll feel pain until the time your eyes close for the last time, and I know that there is no escape for you. Your final gift for me is your pain...[/color]
***Greg starts to cough again, this time violently that it causes the machines in his room to go off. The door to the room opens, and Dr. Kwong walks in along with two nurses. As the nurses check on Greg, who is now coughing up blood. Dr. Kwong steps in front Clay and tries to get his attention...***
Dr. Kwong: I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to wait in the hall...
Clay[/u]: Don’t worry about it, we’re done here. Bye dad...[/color]
***Before the doctor can respond, Clay turns around, and with a new sense of confidence evident on his face, walks out of the room and down the hall. As Clay walks down the hall and out of the hospice building, he is walking just a bit taller and more powerful than ever before, as though a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. As Clay passes the Receptionist’s desk, he smiles at her with a eerie grin, and causes her to move back a couple of inches. Clay continues walking down the hall, and exits the building into the sun filled parking lot. Clay turns right, and in front of him is The Night Terror’s bus. Leaning against the passenger side door of the bus, Samuel is waiting for him. Samuel looks up and sees the smile on Clay’s face, and nods as he begins to speak...***
Samuel[/u]: I’m assuming that I was right...[/color]
Clay[/u]: Yeah, right like always. So, what's next?[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Gold Rush. Now you have nothing to hold you back from doing what is necessary. I can see it in your eyes, you’re ready...[/color]
Clay[/u]: That’s an understatement. What I feel now, the rising darkness, the rising power, deep down inside, is like nothing I’ve ever felt before...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: It’s exhilarating, isn’t it? To look into the mirror and see yourself, in your truest form, looking back at you. To know that there is nobody, and I do mean nobody, who has the power to stop you. Are ready to accept your mission Clay? Are you ready to show the world our power, and our glory? Are you ready to truly destroy every obstacle in your path on the way to greatness? Are you ready to put the MPW, especially the Tag Team Champions Iconic Aggression, on notice? Are you ready to end the career of Gabriel Griffin?[/color]
Clay[/u]: I can promise you, Griffin will never be the same when I step into the ring with him. And from the moment the referee rings the bell, he’ll see the monster I’ve become and already know he’s been defeated before we even lock up. He’ll beg for me to stop the punishment, as will all of the small children brought to the arena, and even their lives will be forever changed by the sacrifice of Gabriel Griffin...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: And your other opponents?[/color]
Clay[/u]: What of them? Adam Steele and Taufik have already fallen to The Night Terrors. Chrissy Starr is already nearly a broken heap because of Jason X, and her only reason for being in this tournament is so people are invested in Jason X’s first round match, so just imagine what I can do to her. Tyler Axe is nothing more than Taufik 2.0, so where is the problem there?[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Jason X?[/color]
Clay[/u]: I will show him what it means to be a vicious, destructive, monster who prays on the weak. Chrissy Starr is a weak woman who is an easy target, but lets just see how different things are when Jason X steps into the ring with me. I will give Jason a beating that makes him long for the way he manhandled Chrissy. I will take this former Television Champion and turn him into something that will cause screaming from children and women alike. I will make each and every man who tunes in to Gold Rush feel pity for Jason. People will ask him, Jason Y would you step into the ring with a monster like that? Too bad he’ll be too high on pain meds to answer...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: And lastly, the MPW Television Champion, Lucas King. What about him?[/color]
Clay[/u]: I’m going to do the MPW a disservice at Gold Rush. I’m going to take one of their few Champions, the elite of the MPW, and prove that he is nowhere near the class of The Night Terrors. The Gold Rush Championship is my chance to show the world the true path of life and the power it brings, just like you did for me Samuel. And unfortunately for “The Third Wheel” Lucas King, because of that chance I’m getting, he won’t be seeing any new gold. The only colors he’ll be seeing are the red in the blood pouring down his face and the empty black behind his eyelids that he won’t be able to lift. I will walk out of Gold Rush with the trophy, not for the glory, but for the chance to move to the next level of the MPW. People need to feel sorry for Griffin, and for Starr, for Steele, Taufik, Axe, for X and especially for King. Because when I’m done with any of those pathetic fools who get in my way, They will know the power of the darkness first hand. It’s not a fate I’d wish on anyone, but three of them will experience it at Gold Rush...[/color]
***A smile creeps along the face of Samuel and Clay talks, as though he’s been waiting for these words for a long time. Just as Clay finishes speaking, the passenger door opens, and The Night Terror’s personal bus driver, Jimmy, is sitting in the driver’s seat. Samuel steps into the bus, followed by Clay. Jimmy shuts the bus door, and then turns to The Night Terrors as he asks a question...***
Jimmy[/u]: So, where to now?[/color]
Clay[/u]: Indianapolis. On to Gold Rush, where darkness will make it’s debut on Pay Per View. It’s time to show “MPW Management” that The Night Terrors are an unstoppable force, ready for the next level. It’s time to show the world our path, and it’s power...[/color]
***Jimmy nods at Clay, who continues back into the bus as Jimmy turns the ignition and starts the bus. Jimmy shifts into gear and begins the long trek to Indianapolis. As the bus exits the parking lot, an ambulance enters and pulls right up to the entrance of the hospice. Three EMT’s quickly exit the ambulance, gurney in hand, and rush into the building as the camera slowly fades to black...............***
