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The scene opens on a flame, not the kind that would come off a campfire but the kind you’d find at the end of a candle. The little fire dances in a slight breeze and a cold voice echoes…
Voice: Some people talk about the future like it’s inevitable, some would even claim they can see it. They treat it like a mystery and in truth the future is not always etched in stone and the road of life is a crooked one filled with unseen curves and forks in it. Some would lead to a promise land full of hope and dreams, others lead to dark and terrible places fill with despair and hopelessness. It never ceases to amaze me how someone whom believes that he is on a path that will take him straight to the gates of heaven and a meet and greet with St. Peter and yet with one or two left turns end up staring into the eyes of the prince of darkness…
Alex McKenzie…
“The Man in Demand…”
How fitting that you find yourself in that very predicament, you were a brash, cocky young man who had found moderate success here within the ranks of the W.T.F. Then a couple steps in the wrong direction and you find yourself staring across the ring from…
The camera backs off the flame just enough so that we can see an evil grin emerge then the other features of the man’s face take shape. Cold piercing eye’s still locked on to the camera and his scar looking ever eerie in the shadows of the candle light. The man is not as unknown as we once thought, but that camera stops at a point where we can only see his face and even then we know the M.V.P. muscle that is Biff…
Biff: Me…
You see Alex I’ve been waiting for your turn to come, I’ve been watching walk the hallowed ground that is the Xtreme Arena with no regard and no respect. You pretend that you are someone of importance calling yourself “The Man In Demand,” you try like Keyser to live in the spotlight of others and when I thought it couldn’t get worse you joined Jordan’s delusional crusade to rid the W.T.F. of it’s aging dinosaurs…
Let me ask you something Alex…
Do these eyes look like the eyes of aging old man who will wither away to nothingness at the slightest blow???
Do I sound like the decrepit geriatric patient that requires help doing things as simple as getting dressed in the morning???
I’m not a deaf, blind, dumb old man Alex…
What I am is a monster that stands before you, I represent the skeletons your keep hidden away in your closet Alex, and I’ve been waiting to unleash the violence that you deserve. Even now you mock me, you pretend to know the face of your destiny, you can pretend to have lived the life I have and lost the love…
For a brief second one might think that you could detect emotion in Biff’s cold, callous voice…
Biff: Alex McKenzie when I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky to be baking muffins or playing card games. When I’m finished with you Alex, make no mistake you’ll be sucking back your Ivor Wynne stadium hot dogs through a straw…
Laugh and joke about the nursing home, but when you’re sitting in the hospital bed next to the ninety eight year old woman who is so close to death even you can smell it wondering what that warm, wet, gooey feeling on your bed is. When it finally hits you Alex that your sitting in a pile of your own feces, when you finally realize that your cripple laying there waiting for the big male nurse named bubba to come change you bedding and wipe your ass. Alex, it is then and only then that you’ll be able to look back at the things you said and did, and the people you hurt and at the fans that you disrespected and mocked and like when the rain is gone Alex, you will see clearly that your ways were flawed and I want you take that with you…
Take that realization down the road with you, so that when and if you ever get a second chance you will not take it for granted like you have this one…
Alex, my name is Biff and this Sunday night I will be your judge…
Your jury…
And your executioner…
Sunday Night after the dust settles and smoke clears, and you’re sitting there staring St. Peter in the face and he’s asking why you should be allowed in the kingdom of heaven no to need to beg for forgiveness…
No need to tell him to punish you…
Just tell him Biff sent you, I’m sure he’ll let you in…
Then again…
Maybe even I can’t save you from the wrath…
The future’s a funny thing Alex that haze could turn into darkness before you know it, in fact Sunday night the darkness will surround you, envelope you and either set you free or end your existence…
Only time will tell Alex…
Only time…
With that the flame disappears and all is dark…
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