[ENTITY]

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Date: January 10TH, 2015 || Camera: OFF
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Silence.

More often than not he sat there in that padded room in silence. Every now and then he’d heard something down the hall. The few times a day a doctor came in.

To dispute meals or meds. That’s when things were a little on the noisy side. Aside from the voices in his head. They were always going.

All of the sudden he heard the door on the outside starting to be unlocked. Forcing him to turn and sit up in his bed as the door was opening.

In stepped a very older looking man. Same white coat as all the other sheep seemed to wear. However the badge on his coat was unlike any of the others.

This had to be of significance right? When the two men met eyes, the doctor began to speak.

“Entity? Is that correct?”

“Oh what a pleasant surprise.
The head of this. . . establishment.
Has decided to come out from behind his desk.
And pay me a visit.
What do I owe this honor?”

“Sarcasm I am very fluent in.
Anyway, Mr. Entity. I have come by to inform you of some changes.
You’ve yet to comply with a lot of the things we’ve tried.
To help you get better with your. .. issues.”

“Issues? See that’s a matter of deaf ears, doc.
I have said it many times before to Dr. Wynn.
I don’t have any issues. There’s nothing truly wrong with me.
Everything was taken from me.
I’m simply here to embrace my dark side.
And channel it in who I need to be going forward.”

“So, I’ve heard. . .
With that being said, the other thing I need to tell you.
I regret to inform you but going forward Dr. Wynn will not be your physician.
She has informed me personally that it has become too much for her.
It’s taking a toll on her own mental health.
And she no longer feels safe around you.”

As soon as the statement had been made by that older bearded man. Entity found himself laughing at the doctor. It wasn’t just a little laugh.

A full blown chuckle. The brow of the older doctor found itself narrowing into a bit of a glare. Not finding anything he was saying to be amusing.

“I don’t think it’s very amusing that you made one of my top physicians feel unsafe.
Not even in the slightest bit.”

“Unsafe is amusing.
We had one incident in the few years I’ve been here.
She learned to respect me after that.
Everything has been fine, but now I know why we haven’t had our weekly chat.”

“And had I known about you attacking her prior.
I’d removed her from your case long ago.
But mentioning her family.
Information I’m not even sure how you got.
That was the final straw.”

“The final straw?
Once again everything is so misinterpreted about me.
I never mentioned her family to scare her.
She was so eager to know more about me.
I wanted her to know I knew a lot about her.
Patient and Doctor bonding if you ask me.”

“I will give it to you.
You’re a real master manipulator.
But it isn’t something I haven’t encountered before.
I know how to deal with patients like you.
From this point on, you’re my problem.”

“That doesn’t work for me.”

“I don’t really care what works for you.
You’re a patient in my hospital.
Things will go how I see fit.”

“Are you sure about that?”

That one statement came with such a horrific tone. That older doctor looking back at Entity who continued to hide behind that mask.

His soulless eyes could be seen. They were glowing with a sudden hint of rage. The doctor could feel the hair on the back of his neck standing up.

“If you don’t get Dr. Wynn back.
Then your wife is going to become a widow.
If I don’t deal with Dr. Wynn exclusively.
They’ll never find your body.
If I don’t speak to Dr. Wynn soon.
It’ll be the most painful experience of your life.”

“Are you threatening me right now?!”

“Threats are something done to make people live in fear.
And most of the time threats aren’t carried out.
It just gets people to do what you want them to do.
This isn’t a threat. This is the reality of the situation.
If this doesn’t happen. There will be consequences for your actions.
Much like those who have harmed me in the past.

Soon they will have consequences for their actions.
No longer will my voice not be heard.
No longer will people get away with doing me wrong.
I’m finding out who I am.
Soon, I’m going to be allowed to show the world.”

The little bit of flesh that could be seen from under that mask was his lips. They curled into a sinister grin. But to the doctor this was all just talk.

“Sounds like we need to ramp up your medication.
Your delusions are starting to get the best of you.”

“And your ego is about to get the best of you.”

“I think it’s tim. . .”

Before the doctor could finish his statement. The masked man rose from his bed and rolled his eyes back. No sooner than that gesture was made.

The lights went out in the room. Pitch darkness overcame them both. The sound of keys being fumbled could be heard briefly.

All before the shrieking and horrified male screams came from the doctor in the darkness.

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Date: APRIL 26TH, 2024 || Camera: OFF
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Eleven years.

It had been eleven years since he had a conversation with Nicole. It had been eleven years since he had last held his children in his arms.

It had been eleven years since he walked out without a trace. No goodbyes. No I love yours. Vanished without a trace.

Because he had been forced to believe and feel like that was the right thing to do. But nothing had prepared him for the conversation he would have the first time he saw Nicole.

Nothing could have prepared him for the news he received. The man had already grown cold-hearted. Felt the world was evil. This just confirmed it.

OUR BELOVED LACEY
MAY 29TH 2007 - SEPTEMBER ERD 2019
GONE TOO SOON, WE LOVE YOU BABYGIRL.

He stood there looking at the headstone of his daughter. She was only twelve when she crossed over to the otherside. Everywhere Nicole told him turned out to be true.

A drunk driver sped through the school zone as his daughter tried to cross the street. Ultimately taking her life at such a young age.

He found himself kneeling down and placing a hand on that tombstone. Feeling the instant regret fill him. His tear ducts immediately filled with tears.

His voice was shaky as he spoke out loud.

“I am so sorry Lacey.
So fucking sorry babygirl.
Daddy was so selfish in so many ways.
And broken in so many others.
If I had known this was going to happen.
I would have never left. . .”

His voice was trembling with each word he spoke. To the point some of them could barely even be heard. His fist balled up a little more.

“I shouldn’t have let them take me away from you.
I shouldn’t have let them affect my mental health.
I shouldn’t have allowed them to take away who I am.
To the point I felt I had to go away. It’s all their fault.

But I'm at fault for being too weak to look past it and be there for you.
For your brother, for your mother.
This is something I will never ever forgive myself for.
Nothing that I’ll ever be able to move past.

It will forever haunt me to know I failed as a father.
If I had been around your mom wouldn’t have been working three jobs.
You wouldn’t have been walking home from school.
I’d make sure someone was there to pick you up.
Make sure you got home safely.

But because I failed as a father.
Because I let them get to me and take me away.
You’re no longer here. You’ll never be back.
It’s all my fault.”

True raw emotion poured out of the man. Everything hit him like a ton of bricks and forced him to realize what a grave mistake he made.

“Lacey, I don’t know how I’ll go on now.
Knowing everything I know and knowing you’re no longer here.
But what I do know is I have been motivated by revenge.
For a good little while now. But now. . .
I won’t rest until I spill Mark’s blood.

I won’t rest until I spill Christian’s blood.
I won’t rest until I take down that entire company.
They took me from you when you needed me most.
For all they did for my mental health. And now more than ever they must pay.
Daddy will make you proud.”

He couldn’t be here any longer. It was too much for him as he had felt he failed in such the highest of magnitudes. Slowly raising back to his feet.

Although every part of his body felt heavy. It made him feel like he was just going to collapse but he held it together and managed to get up.

Turning to slowly start to walk away from the headstone. Heading for the side of the road where the vehicle he was using was parked.

Nicole was standing there leaning against the car waiting for his return. He didn’t say anything to her as he started to walk around to the driver’s side.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t go down there with you.
It’s just still very. . . difficult for me.
I can’t even clear out her room and it’s been six years.
You understand don’t you?”

He gripped the handle to the driver’s side door and started to pull up on it. Because he didn’t give a response it resulted in Nicole lashing out a bit.

“Goddamnit! How could you do this to us?!
I have tried to wrap my mind around everything.
From you disappearing. To you walking back into my life days ago.
Everything that led you down the path you went down.
It just doesn’t make sense to me.
You left us high and dry!”

Her emotion was starting to pour out of her. She couldn’t contain it anymore. Rightfully so it was eleven years of pent up frustration.

“Nicole. . .”

“No, you’re going to hear what I have to say.
I’ve waited eleven years to say this.
How could you let a company you work for break you like that?
How could you let men that don’t truly matter affect your mindset?

How could you let them get inside your head to the point you walked away from us?!
I thought you were stronger than all of that.
I had to tell myself you didn’t love me anymore.
I had to explain to our children you gave up on us.

I had to tell your baby girl as she fought for her life. You wouldn’t be there.
I had to bury her without you standing by my side.
I have to watch our son last out every day because eleven years later.
He still doesn’t understand.

I went through every bit of this alone.
If you let them break you like this. If what you’re saying is true.
Then you’re a coward. You’re a weak minded man.
You are a worthless father and I should have never dated someone like you!”

She was glaring at him. With tears starting to roll down her cheeks.

“And another thing. . .”

That’s when Nicole stormed from the side of the car she was on to where he was. Violently reaching up and grabbing a hold of the mask that sat on his face.

She then ripped it off and held it in her hand. Ever since coming home. He had taken it off once, just to show her he was who he said he was. She continued to glare.

“Get rid of this fucking thing.
Stop being ashamed of who you are.
Be a man and fix this.
Fix it to the best you can.
Or you can walk away again.
But this time don’t come back eleven years later!”

Nicole then found herself throwing the mask at him. It hit him in the chest before falling to the ground at his feet. Silence overtaking them for a moment.

Before he finally managed to look up from the mask on the dirt ground to meet her eyes. His own eyes were still filled with tears.

“I’m trying Nicole. . .
I’m trying!”

His body finally gave out as he collapsed against the side of the driver’s door. Breaking down into a full on cry. All of those emotions hit him at once.

Nicole found herself doing the exact same thing. Breaking down fully as she hovered over the top of him. Eleven years was far too long. Cost him much-much more than he thought.

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Date: MAY 12TH, 2024 || Camera: OFF
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Escaping into the darkness.

That was the Entity’s thing. They came and they went as they pleased in a situation like that. Following the show though, he had to begin his next journey.

Night had fallen and down the street Entity walked. Blending in with the dark sky. That was until he was coming up on the corner.

There was one little pub that was shining bright. A few men standing on the outside chit chatting with each other. No intention to pay attention to them.

As they got close. Entity aimed to walk across the street with no problems. That was until he heard one of them speak in a drunken slur.

“Look at the freak show that is.
Must be one of those ‘wrestlers’ in town.
Quel tas de conneries!”

Now whatever had been said in his native language got a couple of laughs out of the other two men standing by him.

Entity couldn’t simply let it go. Turning themselves around as their mask lit up there in the pub’s outside lights. Those soulless eyes narrowing on the man.

“Do we have a problem?”

“Go on before I beat the hell out of you.
Ce n'est pas une simulation, mon fils.”

A few more chuckles escaped them all. The one tough french man standing there with a smirk. This lead to Entity stepping forward.

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Try? Are you Stupide?”

“Maybe I am.
Maybe I’m not.
Is that a risk you’re willing to take?”

“Fuck this.”

Following the French man’s drunken words. He went to step forward and was quickly met with a shot to the throat from Entity’s right hand.

The man dropped to his knees gasping for air. Clutching the beer bottle in his hand which resulted in Entity quickly stepping on his hand.

Taking the beer bottle from it and then turning to quickly BASH it against one of the other men’s heads that had been standing there. Dropping the poor man.

The third man locked eyes with Entity briefly before starting to hightail it down the street. Entity then heard the man that had been mocking his gasping with words.

“S'il te plaît! Arrête, je suis désolé!”

Not understanding what was said, but showing no mercy at the same time. Entity drove his knee right into the man’s skull knocking him back against the pavement.

In doing so, a folded up piece of paper fell out of the man’s jacket pocket. Curiosity overtaking the masked figure as he reached down and grabbed the paper.

Opening it up within seconds. Peering at it before peering down at the now unconscious frenchman.

“All that talk. Just for you to be a fan.
Pathetic, if you ask me. At least. . .
I know who my next victim is!”

Briefly his lips were in that wicked smirk. Tossing down the paper on top of the man. It landed right on his chest. Turns out that piece of paper.

Was a flier promoting Climax Control next week in Troy. More importantly on that flier was a photo of both Entity and Eddie Lyons.

A clear promotion for what to expect next week. Entity found himself just walking over the unconscious man to get across the street.

Quickly disappearing into the darkness where he feels the most at home.

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An eerie silence was already set in with the shot opening up to reveal what appeared to be an abandoned zoo. A slow shot went from empty cage to empty cage.

Ever so often catching what looked like to be bones inside those cages.. Whether they were from a decreased animal or not remained a mystery.

Then the true distraction took place. That familiar loud and booming voice could be heard speaking up. Right away sending the shot looking for the masked figure.

“Lions are known as the King of the Jungle. . .”

Finally the shot found Entity. They found themselves sitting there in one of those empty rusted cages. Seemingly in comfort of sorts. Leading to the camera shot zooming in a little bit.

“And for those who do not know why that is.
It’s because Lions are true apex predators.
They rule over their territories with unmatched strength and authority.
The fear they strike into their prey is paralyzing.
And when they’re on the hunt. Nothing and no one can stop their intentions.”

The soulless eyes were just focused on the top of the cage. Looking right up as his words were coming out with flow. It was a bit of a mystery where this was headed.

“Only the true unintelligent dare cross a lion.
To which they pay for their crimes every single time.
It’s a sight to see, but with that being said.
I find it rather amusing that the Sin City faithful like to talk about someone specifically.
And in talking about him. . .
They compare that man to a lion. Say he carries himself with the same mentality.
But I’m not buying it!”

A slight shake in Entity’s head could be seen. Before they stood themselves up. Making sure to put those evil sets of eyes on the recording shot.

“Eddie Lyons. . .
That’s the one that they speak so highly of.
The man they say has that lion mentality.
And the one they see big things in. To the point.
I’ve heard him be called a future World Champion.
A certified Main Event star.
Someone that the company can build around.

But like I said Eddie.
I don’t buy into any of that.
Everything I have heard has been laughable at best.
There’s nothing that’s being said that makes me view you in that light.
Honestly, answer this. What makes you the King of the Jungle around here?
What makes you a true Apex Predator?
Why are you a lion around here? Aside from the dumb spelling of your name.”

The masked figure found himself moving the old rusted gate to the side. Stepping on out of it. Allowing himself to move more freely.

“You see, like I said Lions are true apex predators.
They make sure the jungle understands they are the top of the food chain.
But you haven’t done that. If you were a true predator.
Then your spot in the main event would already be secured.
However, at this point. I don’t think you’ve even sniffed a main event match.

If you were the King of the Jungle.
The World Heavyweight Championship would be around your waist right now.
Instead you’re only good enough to hold a secondary championship.
In a gimmick division where on any given sunday.
If the roulette lands in someone’s favor. It’s a guarantee they win.

That’s not about skill or in this case showing those predator instincts.
And the last time I checked. Lions show no mercy.
They don’t just prey on the weak. They don’t just thrive off hunting the less than equal.
Lions will go toe to toe with their own kind.
Different true beasts. Venture into other territories and take over if needed.”

Based on every word that came out of the Entity’s mouth thus far. It was more than clear they were set out to devalue the Roulette Champion.

“You on the other hand Eddie.
The only time we have seen this ‘lion mentality’ people claim you have. . .
Is when it has been against the weakest of prey.
You thrive on eating the weak.
The Rodrigo Alfonso, the Bill Barnharts, the Justin Smiths.
And hell... even the Peter Vaughns of this company.
That’s pathetic. Not very King of the Jungle like.

And I can already see the future.
You may not be able to defend the constant targets and easy wins over three of them.
But you’ll be willing to die on the hill that Peter Vaughn shouldn’t be lumped in with them.
You’ll talk about your supposed historic big time win over Peter - who became the. . .
The longest reigning Roulette Champion.
Yet that goes back to how I said that division is all about luck.
You remove Peter from it.

You put Peter in a situation where the World Championship is on the line.
He fails. You put him in the ring with true top tier talent.
He fails. You put him in a situation where he has to show what he's truly made of.
And he fails. He’s not the man you claim.
Your ‘big’ win over him truly means nothing in the grand scheme of things.
But more importantly than anything else Eddie.
You’re not the Lion people claim you are.”

An almost disappointed shake of their head could be seen.

“I on the other hand. I’m the King of the Jungle.
I prey on the strong. I assert my dominance.
I set out to take over this territory.
I strike fear into every living being.
And I kill whatever is in my way like a true Apex Predator.”

For the first time since the shot opened up. That wicked smirk that Entity had flashed many times in his most psychotic of episodes could be seen.

“Look at the warpath I am on right now.
I showed up in Sin City Wrestling after eleven very long years.
I went after the one that at the time was viewed as the King of the Jungle.
I targeted J2H. And not once did I back down.
You may point out I didn’t win, but. . .
I sent J2H running for the hills. Made sure he left this territory
I forced him to give up his throne as the King of the Jungle.

HB Carter, that’ll be your next point right Eddie?
Yeah, I lost to Carter. But what did he do with that win?
Nothing as expected. Carter found out real quick.
No one cares about him or his sob story.
But more importantly he found out very quickly.
He didn’t have those predator instincts in him to be at the top.
Look at how he defeated me. The cheap route.

Then made sure he stayed clear away from me.
Because he knew next time he wouldn’t survive.
Miles Kasey and Justin Smith.
Weak prey, but it was needed. Something to eat.
Just to get me to where I needed to go next.
Which led me to Mark Ward and Goth.
One man will likely never stand again.

And will likely never be able to resume his duties as the boss.
While the other one has a second degree burn on his face.
That will ultimately scar.
Forcing him to remember who did that to him for the rest of his life.
But not just that since he didn’t learn his lesson.
I now get to be the one to end his career at Into The Void.
My track record speaks for itself, Eddie.”

For a brief moment Entity then found themselves turning back to the cages that were behind them. Gripping the steel with one of their gloved hands.

Motining for the camera to zoom in.for that brief moment. Which is exactly what they did, allowing Entity to then continue on.

“I am very much like the animals that were once in these cages.
Forced to forget my instincts and forced to forget who I was.
All because I was put in cages like this essentially by having. . .
Sin City Wrestling made sure my legacy was gone.
But deep-deep down. Those predator instincts were always there.

They just had to find a way to come out.
And when they did a few weeks ago. I instantly remembered who I was.
What I am capable of and what great lengths I’m willing to go to in order to get even.
Simply put Eddie, I’m the most dangerous man in this company.
As well as the most dangerous man you’ve ever been in the ring with.

And yet, somehow you believe that you can survive?
You believe that somehow you can take down a true predator?
All because of what people are saying about you?
All because you’re buying into your own hype?
Or is it because of the other lie you tell. . .”

For a brief moment there was a pause that overcame the masked figure. All for a good reason, they wanted to make people question what they meant.

“The lie being that you’re unbreakable.
You’re setting for the belief that no matter what happens to you.
There’s no amount of physical damage done.
No amount of mental anguish you go through.
And no emotionally crippling situation will ever break you.
All of which is nothing more than a lie.

You’re aiming to let the people that believe in you down.
With carrying yourself with that kind of mindset.
As much as it’s a lie, I know that I have to have sympathy.
Even when I don’t want to, because it isn’t like you know any better.
As we’ve discussed before Eddie. No one has truly tested you.
So it’s easy to lie. Even easier to believe the lie.”

Once again the head of Entity shook. It still resembles a disappointed manner.

“But this coming Sunday. I promise you.
You’re going to find out just how breakable you actually are.
Every single punch to your face. It’s going to aim to break your nose.
Or break your cheekbone.
Not so unbreakable in a situation like that.
Are you Eddie?

Of course though, I simply don’t stop at the physical part.
The emotional damage I am going to do to you.
By causing you so much physical torment. To the point. . .
That you're going to question whether or not you can ever wrestle again.
That’s going to be so emotionally taxing. It’ll have you broken on the inside.
Again shattering this facade that you can’t be broken.

And don’t even get me startled on the mental break you’re going to go through.
You see people like you don’t understand me, Eddie.
Every single one of you all think this is about wrestling to me.
And me trying to get even because of what was done to me as a wrestler.
No matter how many times I make it clear. You all make the same mistake.
Then you get in the ring with me and learn the hard way.

All you have to do is ask J2H.
I broke him so bad mentally. He hasn’t wanted to show his face since.
And when he does, it’s because he’s got a beef with some no name kid.
You are going to be broken mentally. You will never recover from this match.
And to top it all off. Those people that believe in your lies and hype you up.
They too will see you as a broken fraud and abandon you.”

The talk of violence and breaking the man known as Eddie Lyons was pleasing to the one they called Entity. That much was clear.

With the way they painted lips of the masked figure continue to curl more and more into that wicked smirk with every word spoken.

“Eddie. . .
I’d say this isn’t personal, but it’s just business.
However then I’d just be a liar like you.
This is personal and I’m going to take great pride.
In your downfall!”

The wicked grin of Entity remained plastered all across those painted lips. The soulless and unforgiving gaze of theirs remained on the camera lens as well.

Every word that had been spoken spelled the downfall for Eddie Lyons. All by the hand of the masked figure. There was a sudden flash of white light.

And just like that Entity had disappeared. Leaving the closing shot to be on one of those empty cages. One last final symbolic message sent before fading out.