Twisting...

[Raven]

The camera opens on a view at hip height at a strange angle. The fluorescent lighting above was flickering and cutting out intermittently, giving glimpses of the arena car park. We can hear the crew discussing whether or not they should continue due to the potential danger, when the lighting cuts out completely. It starts in fits, like a strobe light, slowly its pulsing becomes rhythmic like a heartbeat. As the crew turn the camera follows, revealing nothing but cars, bikes and the creates used to carry equipment. Deciding that maybe this was a bad idea, they turn round to get back to the main backstage area. Facing the length of the main corridor we see the lighting cut one by one, triggering the gentle red emergency lighting. Slowly from behind some of the crates we see a pair of black boots emerging, the crew startled drop the camera, we see the boots walk out of shot and a momentary struggle is heard. Shortly after the camera lifts, violently moving from side to side following a walking pattern. Lifting, it rests itself on the crates the boots emerged from, while facing the car park entrance. Into shot walks a figure hidden by a black hooded jumper, lit occasionally from behind by the pulsing, we see cut off jean shorts. As the figure lit by a red glow faces the camera, his hands remain in his pockets as he addresses us:

Sometimes we face our biggest demons alone, in our darkest hour we have nowhere to turn. But it gives us the option to break free of our self imposed restraints. To push boundaries and redefine with our back up against the wall.

The figure frees his hands, as he pulls the hood back we can make out Raven.

Last week was a mistake. A mistake by you Havoc, you wretched fool. I'm finding it difficult to wrap my head around the chain of events that lead to such an outcome.


Raven paces back and forth in the small space, his hands behind his back.

I feel a great injustice was done, the fans robbed of a true spectacle. Raven robbed of his eventual opportunity, I'm left to dwell in the steps I occupied as I walked in here. You on the other hand had a victory thrust into your hands from the over distracted Baron. You're idiots, distracted by simple games you gifted a shot to a lesser man. The champion himself not above the childish actions, we all knew you were scared of me winning that match. No matter, I've said it before and I'll say it again, Raven will be champion. So it is written, so it'll come to pass. Maybe not this week, but be weary of the dark, there's things out there you won't want to cross.

Jack, you poor bastard. I felt a pang of sympathy when I was told of our match. You're a special little man Jack, a real star in your own right. I know your doing real well at the moment, but I think it's time this whole idea of you being a wrestler was put to bed. I know the pain you're in, what your going through at the moment, but unlike me you have company. I'll be there for you Jack, I'll be your shoulder to bleed on. We've come a long way together, only to end up opening KOTR? I don't think either you nor I deserve this. Maybe it's time we started asking some real questions around here?


Raven stops mid way between the walls, throwing his arms out he shouts

WHAT ABOUT ME?! WHAT ABOUT RAVEN?

Taking his jacket off he throws it to the floor, the lighting making it seem like slow motion. His hands ball up into fists as he becomes more intense.

This time it's everything Jack, go big or go home. These kids have no idea what it takes to get to where we are, and they call us old like it's an insult? I know that look you have in your eyes, I feel it too Jack, I feel the rage, hatred, disappointment, fear, humiliation and greed. You want it just as much as I do, so show me. I hope you bring everything you got this weekend, because I want it. I want the blood, I want the sweat, I want the best damn match I've ever had against you. We set the stage, we set the bar, we push the limit.

Raven reaches over, pulling a folder chair from agains the wall he brandishes it like a weapon smacking it off the walls and floor.

This is for you Jack, it has your name all over it, just waiting to be united with your blood. I came here to try and escape the torture, escape the dark and forget my past. I'm starting to realise it's not just something I carry around, it is me. It's lurking deep within me, and it's coming out Jack, it wants to PLAY!

Raven throws the chair up and over the camera and follows it so he's face to face

Quote the Raven Jackie boy! I'm a fucking CARNIVORE!

The camera skews quickly and in one quick motion is thrown towards the car park. It lands facing the the underside of four trainers....