[stjohncross]

 

This image haunts me.
By nearly killing her, they made me.
I am what they always wanted me to be.
They tore my heart out.
Crushed it.
Then they put it back into my chest.
And they expect for there to be no consequences?

I AM THE CONSEQUENCES...

I stalk the night like Death.
Revenge will be bitter sweet.
Three years ago they left me for dead.
A month ago, they destroyed my soul.
My killers laughed and disappeared into the shadows.

Now this man has returned from the grave.
To kill his laughing killers and the man who created me.
One by one they shall meet their maker.
Or in their case...their victim.

My love is alive but they still killed me.
I live although I am dead.

Now I walk the earth.
Searching...
Waiting...

Until then I make martyrs towards my cause.
I will play in my playround until I am no longer needed.
You want my title, Travis Levitt?
Here... you can have it.
If you're willing to die for it.

This is my show.
My debut.
My calling card to those who created me.
I am coming for you.
And this so-called champion in front of me?
He's just another sacrifice to my cause.

Where is St. John Cross?
Good question.
He's dead.
Who am I?
I am that which they wanted me to be.
They finally broke me.
Now suffer the consequences.

Who am I?
I AM BLACKWATCH
I am the Roulette Champion of SCW.

And I am the consequences.