[Shane Hawthorne]

 

No one knows Rage like me, you are just a knock off

"I take a deep breath
The smell might get me high
You get fucked up just to get by

I sleep all day cause I can’t open my eyes
You pissed it all away
And never said goodbye"

Red flood lights fill a dark room as "Syndrome" is playing in the background. Horace Jackson is sitting inside the room with his arms strapped behind him. He begins with his head pointed towards the ground.

A wise man once said, "If you start a fire, then you better be able to put the sumbitch out." That is what Bruce Evans needs to realize by challenging me to a match. He is going to start a fire deep inside my soul that he won't be able to put out. However I must focus on my current opponent, who happens to go by the name of Rage. This man is a former SCW Heavyweight Champion and a former SCW Tag Team champion. So this marks my fourth former champion that I will be facing. He current stands 6 feet 8 inches tall and weighs around 300 hundred pounds. I am sure he hasn't faced someone like me though. However, he doesn't really know Rage like I know rage.

Ever since this past summer, I was practically left out of everything. All because of Mark Ward's ego. Since I returned, I have beaten numerous former champions in singles matches and yet I get nothing in return. Now, I have nobodies coming out of nowhere and wanting to challenge me. Does it look like I want to attract all stupid assholes? First, "The Orange Hulk" Andrew Garcia thought he could take me out but he found out just how ruthless I can become. Then Joshua Acquin found the same fate.

"The strength I find
I find on the inside
And I will not apologize

We are so scared of
What’s around the corner
That’s why we try to destroy the order"

Horace manages to pull one arm out from underneath the strap and places it on top of his leg.

Rage, I know you are highly pissed off for being overlooked once again the SCW Heavyweight Title picture but you aren't the only pissed off bastard in this match. Right now, I feel jolted from any kind of title due to some unknown reason. So until I get the respect I so rightly deserve, I will continue embarrassing every single former champion with no regret or remorse. This maybe a Halloween but you will be the one running away once and for all. You're wrath is no match for my intense fury.

I will show everyone in the locker room that I should be taken more seriously. I am no longer hiding behind a mask but you hide behind a group who think they are part of some "Deadly Sin" order. The Underworld will welcome you into the fold. You are just a knock off Rage and I will prove it. The Soulless One will drag your dead soul into the depths of hell and leave you there to rot.

"Chaos won’t let us see
What’s coming around the bend
The journey is more important than the end"

Horace works his other arm free as he stretches them out. The straps burst as he stands to his feet. He snaps his fingers as the room lights up to show life size dolls of everyone on the SCW Roster in different torture positions.

Rage, I have watched you in the past and I noticed a couple of things. The first thing that I noticed is how much shit actually comes out of your mouth. You really believe that you are some god or a genetic freak. However you are just another muscle boy with nothing going on upstairs. You let Synn and others tell what to do. You even let your family control every aspect of your life. That is the main problem throughout your entire career. You wear your anger on your sleeve where as I don't let it show.

That is the different between your "Rage" and my "rage." Your rage is all about letting your anger come out through your actions. That is why you lost to Drake Green. You were to worried about getting revenge instead of winning the championship. Now that is what you will do in this match.  You will overlook me because I am "not" in your league so therefore you will not view me as a threat. However that will prove to be the dumbest thing you can do in the end. The journey towards my championship match has begun and it must go straight through Rage.

After I beat you then I will teach Bruce Evans a lesson he soon will never forget. The Empire is slowly coming to Earth and we will take control. The Syndrome will end you Rage and that is a fact. Just know Rage, THE EMPIRE SALUTES YOU.

"You will never know
The depth of my Syndrome
You will never know
The depth of my Syndrome
Why do we try to die?
Syndrome
Why do we try to die?
Syndrome"

Horace pulls out his sunglasses from inside his jacket, places them on his head and smirks toward the camera. He then claps his hands as the lights go out leaving the room pitch black as the scene fades.