The ring the lights went out, leaving everyone in the dark. Literally. Slowly My Demons by Starset began to play and blue and purple lights began to flash as the crowd waited. Faster and faster the lights flashed. Somebody was going to have a stroke for sure at this rate!

Mayday! Mayday!
The ship is slowly sinking
They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling
They're all around me,
Circling like vultures
They wanna break me and wash away my colors
Wash away my colors

Take me high and I'll sing
Oh you make everything okay (okay, okay)
We are one in the same
Oh you take all of the pain away (away, away)
Save me if I become
My demons


Suddenly laser lights flashed and rotated during the entrance, never staying
in one spot for long. Slowly, and carefully what appeared to be a red and black cherry picker was driven out into the arena! Draven stood in the bucket, completely dressed and painted up for his match later that night, with what appeared to be a a plastic bucket and a shovel with a wooden handle. With his hands pressed together in front of his face while he kept his eyes closed, as if her were praying, the cherry picker moved closer to the ring. Was it some nameless, faceless stage hand driving? Hardly! In fact it was tone of two people that had made Cherry pickers infamous within the wrestling world. Claire Hawkins. The Witch. The True Phenomenon of Professional Wrestling! She to was dressed in her full wrestling attire, it seemed that she was one of the many that would be participating in the SANGUINE INVITATIONAL.

With the crowd a buzz, the machine made it's way to the ring without any delay. A few bumps, but no delay. As the camera followed them, what appeared to be an open casket seemed to be set up in the center of the ring. A rather large and finely crafted thing indeed! Anyway, the music played on over the roar of the Pickers engine as it reached it's destination. Matt looked up to the sky and held his arms out to the side, as Claire began to raise the bucket from where she sat. Slowly the bucket ascended upwards, making it appear like Draven was rising up from the depths of a long forgotten realm, till it reached it's full height. High above the right, and directly above the open casket. He reached behind him and pulled a microphone out of his back right pocket, and slowly brought it up to speak as the music faded into oblivion.

"Welcome. Welcome those that know me, that think they know me. If you do not, then thank you for taking the time out of your pathetically mediocre lives to finally crawl out from the cesspool existence to witness something truly awe inspiring. Truly jaw dropping. Truly worth every single cent that was paid up till this point. You see, tonight you are all have the privilege of seeing two mind blowing occurrences that many thought would -EVER- be possible within this plane of existence."

He said as he looked out at the crowd, his face completely impassive that it would give the stony faces of Mount Rushmore a run for it's money. Which was incredibly out of place with the man that had been known to live with his emotions being out on his sleeves. Out in the open.

"Tonight we have all bore witness to the rising of a Serpent against the unstoppable force of a mythical Dragon. A truly momentous moment.....if not for the simple fact that Jarel Damone was there. His mere presence made a mockery of -EVERYTHING- that transpired. Something we are surely used to. We are so used to blatant stupidity of his antics that we have all becomes mindless, sniveling drones and merely cheer when a sign lights up that indicates that we should cheer at that particular painfully droll moment. At least you are, monkeys that have so trained that you should all be in a circus."

He continued before breaking his stony expression to smile slightly at his own comment about them all being trained circus animals. Something they didn't really enjoy being called. Who could blame them? Meanwhile, as Draven had been talking, Claire had climbed down from the seat of the Picker and had commandeered a camera from one of the cameramen and had gotten into the ring. What was she doing with the camera? That was a simple answer. She was showing that an incredibly life like double of The Dragon lay within the confines of the the casket. It was incredible just how alike the fake and the real one were!

"As you can all see, the one whom I speak is in the casket. The -big- mystery is now revealed. Now on with the -REAL- reason I am out here, speaking in front of all you miserable sacks of blood and meat. You see tonight I face off against one of the most renowned, most legendary, most.......most..........most pathetic, unintelligent, unoriginal, excuses for feces that this industry has ever seen!"

"For months, years, -DECADES- this man, a man that I have the pleasure of facing tonight, has done nothing.......-NOTHING-.....truly worth mentioning within a favorable light. 41 and o in hell in a cell matches? Really? You're going to boast how many times your brain has been damaged because of your latent stupidity over riding your sense of self? Oh you're going to brag about all the championships you have obtained through sheer burying other, more talented and deserving people? All the while claim that you were doing no such thing? When was the last time you had a match that lasted more then a minute or two? In fact when was the last time you actually -ENTERTAINED- anybody?"

Matt continued, almost in full rant mode! In fact you could almost expect to see him foaming at the mouth as he was talking about his opponent that he would face off against in a Close Quarters match later tonight. In the main event. All the while, during Matt rant, Claire was busy drawing most unflattering images upon the face of the fake Jarel with a white marker. Most unflattering indeed.

"I'll tell you when.........-NEVER-! YOU HAVE NEVER DONE ANY OF THOSE! You have been so busy trying to keep up your facade, your charade that you're actually any good that you have neglected the most important thing that you need. You actually need to be -GOOD- at what you do! Contrary to what you seem to have convinced yourself Jarel, you have to -SHARE- the spotlight with -OTHER- people. It's even more important to so when "you're not coming retiring every night only to come back and not want to take the spot light from other people" or whatever self righteous garbage that spills forth from your old, brain dead, nearly crippled shell of a self is that you keep repeating."

He said as he reached behind his and pulled what appeared to be a garden trowel out from his left back pocket. Not only that, but while he had been speaking he had dumped several large scoops of whatever was in the plastic bucket over the side of his perch, and down into the open casket. After he was done talking, he lowered the microphone and looked over the edge. After a few seconds, he seemed to have decided something and quickly put the microphone in his back pocket again. He then grabbed the plastic bucket, hoisted it up and over the edge, and dumped the rest of whatever was in it down into the casket! All the while Claire was filming with the camera she had! Strangely whatever landed in the casket made a dull plopping sound as it found it's mark. Once it was empty, Matt dropped the bucket and tossed, shovel, and trowel down into the casket as well. Though the bucket didn't stay. It kind of bounced and fell out onto the canvas.

"JAREL DAMONE! DRAGON! Tonight you're facing off against a being that knows no fear! That knows nothing but pain! You're facing me! MATT DRAVEN! TONIGHT I BECOME MY FATE AND YOUR =DECADES- OF s**t WILL ONLY BURY ONE MAN!"

Matt shouted out, a rage as tangible as magma flowing forth. Though not hiding the venom within the tone of his voice. Who would have thought that he had felt this way? Screw that! How long had he felt that way? As a matter of fact, did he feel that way about anybody else? Just who was this man? He certainly wasn't the Matt Draven they were used too! Regardless, matt had stopped long enough to calm himself before continuing.

"That man is -YOU-, Jarel Damone. You never go full retard, Dragon, but you did. You went full retard a long time ago." he concluded before letting his arm hang loosely at his side. Taking a few deep breathes to calm himself again, Matt then dropped the microphone over the side and into the casket. Was it done? Was it finally done? NOPE! The casket lid slammed shut and the camera that Claire had moved back several paces. Suddenly there was a dark blue flash and the casket was set ablaze!
My Demons by Starset started up again as the other cameramen, the real cameramen, flicked between several different shots. After a few moments the screen faded to black.