[ENTITY]

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Date: NOVEMBER 9TH, 2013 | Camera: OFF
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Silence. Complete and utter silence.

That’s what filled this padded room that a man laid in. Yes, he laid there in a padded room. Every wall was padded. There was no window. Just the four walls, the door - that he couldn’t get out of - and the bed he laid in. It had been nearly three weeks that he had been here.

A place that he checked himself into. Not because he wanted help, but because he felt like this was where he belonged. It was a very complicated thought process to explain into words. Every doctor and nurse he had associated with. All tried to help.

They all tried to get him to open up. He shut them all down. Only wanting to be in this room. Secluded from everyone and everything. In his mind and in the pit of his gut. That’s where he felt like he belonged. About that time the sound of a creaking door was heard.

It forced the man to tilt his head towards the door. Not bothering to even sit up on the bed that he was laying in. Entering the room was a woman in an all white lab coat with blonde locks and glasses fitting perfectly on her face. She held a paper bag in one hand and her chart in the other.

“Time to wake up Mister. . .”

“Don’t Dr. Wynn. Just don’t.”

This man was quick to gut her off. Not wanting her to get too far with her statement. A very puzzled look crossed her face while she continued to look over at him.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t call me by my last name.
Don’t call me by my first name.
Don’t refer to me as who I once was.”

“We’ve gone over this before.
I’m not sure what you want me to call you.
If you won’t allow me to address you by your name.
And who you once were? You’re still the same person.”

“STOP PATRONIZING ME!”

His voice instantly raised with such a rage filled tone. At the same exact time finding himself sitting up from the bed. Glaring right through the blonde.

“I’m not doing anything of that nature.
I would never patronize or upset any patient of mine.
At least not intentionally.”

“Patient? How many times do I have to tell you,
I’m not patient of yours. I’m not a patient at all.
I don’t want help. I don’t want help from you or anyone else here.
I just belong here. Locked away. Away from everyone.
It’s not that hard of a concept to understand!”

“With all due respect.
No one comes here that doesn’t want some form of help.
Not a single person would want to spend their time in a mental asylum.
Regardless of what you say and feel as far as you belong here.
There is something wrong with your brain.
That’s telling you this. That’s why I want to help.
It’s why we all want to help Mister. . .”

She found herself stopping before finishing the name. Clearly respecting the boundary that this man had set. At the same time her facial expressions said it all. She was confused and frustrated all the same. She found herself lifting the bag that she had in her hand.

“Well, you’re not willing to talk yet.
I can’t make you, but you had some visitors today.
But you know our policy. If you won’t participate in treatment.
We can’t allow certain perks.”

“Visitors?
I have no connections to the outside world.
Who I once was is dead. He’s buried.
He’s nothing now.”

“I don’t think the woman I talked to
With a pretty decent size wedding ring thinks so.
I don’t think the little boy I saw with her.
That kept asking to see, his daddy thinks so.”

He was looking at her. With such a blank emotion plastered all across him. Her words didn’t seem to register to him. Or it was a matter of he truly didn’t care. She wasn’t sure which one it was. Either way it was heartbreaking

“Do you feel nothing for these people?”

“Like I said. I’ve got no idea who they are.
Who I once was no longer exists.
Therefore anyone in my past no longer exists.”

“That’s a real shame that you feel that way.
Because that little boy I was talking about.
Not only was he talking about wanting to see his daddy.
But he kept saying how his daddy missed halloween.
And he had the perfect costume for him.
Sounds like you missed out on a big event.”

“I didn’t.”

His face remained with that stone cold expression. The blonde doctor finds herself shaking her head in disappointment. Clearly understanding she wasn’t going to make any type of break through with him. Before she started to take a couple of steps towards him.

Once she was close enough. Not wanting to invade his personal space for two reasons. One being her own safety but the other being just for his own boundaries. She found herself extending that bag out and placed it at the end of the bed close to where he was sitting.

“I cannot get you to see or believe what I am telling you.
I’ll stop trying. However he did leave something for you.
Asked to make sure it got you.”

“I don’t want it.”

“It’s not my personal possession. I can’t hold onto it.
It’s yours. You’ll just have to hold onto it for now.
But I’ll be back in a few when it's time for therapy class.”

“No sense in wasting your time.”

“I figured that would be the response.”

Her voice made it sound like she was severely disappointed. That was a sign of someone that truly wanted to help, but he wasn’t going to allow it. Wynn made her way back towards the door she had come in. Taking one last look back at the man on the bed. Only to walk back through the door.

Closing it behind her and just like that. He was alone once again. The silence had filled the room. It was exactly how he liked it. Of course the natural human instinct though was to be curious. For a moment his eyes were locked on the bag sitting on his bed.

Finally, he found himself reaching out and grabbing the bag. Taking his time opening it up. As slow as he could. Almost as if he was scared of what could be in there. With the bag opened he reached inside briefly and pulled out an object.



In his hand was an all black mask. Couple little things were added to it here and there for flair, but it was clear it was a mask that went to some type of costume. His eyes just narrowed looking at the mask in his hand before he suddenly just threw it to the ground. Taking the chance to lay back in his bed to stare at the ceiling above him.

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Camera: ON
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The shot finds itself opening up to what appeared to be a basement like setting. Very limited lighting. Distant but un-distinct sounds in the background. The air was chilly to the point that the camera man’s breath could be seen on camera.

There was a sudden loud sound, one that sounded much closer. This resulted in the camera man quickly turning to the right. Standing there in the doorway, a very ominous look on their face was the masked figure that became known as Entity.

”This. . .
This is what is given to me?
This is what is presented to me?
This is what is perceived to be a challenge?
This is what the powers that be consider worthy?”

Their words had a hint of dissatisfaction in them. Slamming the door to the doorway they had been standing in. Causing the loud sound to echo throughout the basement for a moment.

”Rodrigo Afonso, Mr. Golden Briefcase.
That is who you’ve put me up against.
The lack of respect for me by the powers that be still stand.
You didn’t respect me many years ago.
And you clearly don’t respect me now.
If you think this is a worthy opponent.

How does this even make sense in your head?
I - the Entity - comes in and immediately targets the supposed best.
I go right after J2H. I flip his world upside down.
I see to it that he’ll never be the same man again.
And the next time I’m set for competition is against this?
Disappointing. You will always be disappointing.”

Their words soaked in a bitter undertone. As they proceeded to shake their head from one side to the other.

”What’s done is done.
I’ll deal with what’s in front of me. Although. . .
I do find it ironic. I said maybe it’s time to focus on the new blood.
To see to it they never succeed. And you fed me Rodrigo.
As disrespectful as it is to be put in a scenario with him.
It’ll be quite fun doing what I deem necessary on Sunday night.”

For the first time since the camera had been placed upon them. A bit of a smile crossed their lips. It was very sinister looking, but a smile nonetheless. Entity was taking a couple steps closer to the camera. Their focus began to shift.

”That brings me to you, Rodrigo.
I don’t need to know a lot about you.
The little bit I do know isn’t impressive.
There’s nothing that tells me I should be worried about our meeting.
I look at you and feel two things.
The first one being comedic relief

It has been a long time since I have felt the need to laugh.
It has been a long time since I found anything genuinely funny.
But looking at your body of work. Looking at who you are.
That’s all I want to do. . .
I want to laugh at how pathetic you are. I want to laugh at how ignorant you are.
I want to laugh at how clueless you’ll end up being.

Like I said, I don’t know a lot about you Rodrigo.
But I know enough to know that you’ll enter this match
Without a clue.
You’ll talk about how this is a great test for you.
You’ll talk about the wrestling aspect.
You’ll talk about what a win will mean for you.
But that’s where you’ll fail because of cluelessness.”

The only light in the otherwise dark basement. Flickered for just a moment. Adding to the overall unsettling feeling about this specific spot.

”This isn’t a wrestling match to me.
This isn’t about being the better competitor to me.
This isn’t about showing how good I am inside the ring.
None of that matters to me. All I care about Rodrigo is. . .
Pain and suffering.
Those are the two things that motivate me.
And sadly you are so dense.

You’re not going to understand that.
It’s not going to register with you. Therefore leading you blindly.
And cluelessly into this match.
Ultimately leading to your demise.
Whether you want to believe me or not.
That is up to you, but the writing is on the wall
And at the end of it all. I’ll be having quite the laugh.”

Entity found themselves just pacing around the room for a moment. Letting his words settle into the mind of his opponent. For this was the only time Rodrigo had a chance to hear what the masked figure had to say. Before it becomes real.

”But as I said Rodrigo
When I look at you, I feel two things.
The second thing I feel when I see you is guilt.
I feel guilt because I know what I have to do.
I feel guilt because I know what is awaiting you.
I feel guilt because your success ends here with me.”

A sudden snap in the masked figure’s head was seen. Their dark eyes locking on the camera before them once again.

”How dare you even think you can be successful here?
After what this company has done to previous ‘superstars’ for years.
They use them. Till there is nothing left.
Only to chew them up and spit them out.
Allowing new blood like you to come along to take their place.
And help erase their legacies.
How fucking dare you be okay with something like that!

But then I sit down and I think about it.
Someone naive and dense like you. I could see why you think it’s okay.
After all they’re handing you things on a silver platter to warp your mind.
To make you think you can be something here.
And to make you believe that you matter here.
Don’t believe me, look at the Golden Briefcase you carry.
That was handed to you. You were hand chosen to win that match,

Just to warp your mind.
Because any other situation with a briefcase like.
With implications of cashing in on any champion, anytime you want.
You would have seen true main event caliber stars competing for it.
Not the likes of Bill Banhart who is SCW’s personal bitch.
Not the likes of Matty Mallow and Justin Smith.
One word to describe them: Who?!

And in any other situation. You yourself Rodrigo wouldn’t have one.
You wouldn’t have even been considered for the match.
After all, you’re nothing special.
Nothing is different or unique about you.
You serve no real purpose to this roster.
But because the powers that be have no real talent anymore.
Because they favor who they favor. Use them until they’re dried up.
Then pitch them. Their stuck with people like you.”

Entity’s words were becoming more heinous. Aiming to insult. Aiming to expose and aiming to cause as much harm as they could.

”That’s why you have that briefcase.
It was a matter of them giving it to you, to keep you around.
Because their options are limited.
But if you cornered the powers that be. If you asked them the important question.
Do they think you got what it takes to cash in?
Do they believe you got what it takes to be a champion?
The real answer from them would be no.

But again, this is a situation where what is done is done.
You’ve got the briefcase. You got your head held high.
You think you’re going to be something.
You believe you’re going to have a long and successful career here.
That simply isn't true.
You’ll never even so much as be able to lift that briefcase above your head again.
After I’m done with you at Climax Control.

I intend to step on every limp and every joint I can.
Hearing you scream in agony.
It’ll bring a genuine smile to my face.
Watching you crawl around the ring.
Begging for me to spare you. That’ll be a personal high for me.
But more than anything. I’m going to take pride. . .
In being the person that makes you spill a good amount of blood.”

Again that sinister smirk crossed Entity’s lips.

Here I am exposing myself to you, Rodrigo.
I am giving you the blueprint to how things are going to go.
But you’re going to do nothing with it.
Instead you’ll have the same mindset as J2H had.
You’ll never have the talent that he has.
Because even despite my hatred for the man.
And had a hand he had in my legacy being erased.

I’m not a simpleton. I know he’s talented.
But you will never come close to that type of talent.
So the closest thing you’ll have is his mindset.
You’ll think this is a joke.
You’ll think I’m a joke. You’ll think I’m just talking to talk.
You’ll downplay everything about me.
Just because you don't know who I am.

As well as because I do things differently.
Much differently than all the others.
I’m motivated by revenge and I seek pain and suffering.
No other superstar in the past has done things like that.
But this is because of what this place has done to me.
This is a product of who I have to be because of the lack of respect.
Now if that’s the mindset you want to have Rodrigo.

You’re free to do that. Who am I to tell you what to do?
But please before you let the mindset become finalized.
Go back and watch My Bloody Valentine.
Watch how desperate J2H became
When he saw that I was just as good as him.
Watch the fear and panic set in with his eyes
The moment he realized how different I was.

Look at the very moment he realized his best shot. . .
Wasn’t good enough to keep me down. He look defeated in every aspect.
And watch the moment that I took all the power from him.
When he had no choice but to come to grips with reality.
And the reality was he didn’t have the control he thought he did.
I changed J2H for the worst. Me of all people.
I did that. And I will do the same to you.

Without a hesitation. Might I add. . .
But again Rodrigo. You’re allowed to think how you want.
You’re allowed to believe what you want.
You’re allowed to say what you want.
That’s the beauty of all of this.
We can all have our opinions.
But reality and facts always win.

Entity appeared to be sending a true warning message. It couldn’t have been any more obvious. Yet, if the masked figure was right. Then his words would fall upon deaf ears regardless. Leaving him to do what he had to do no matter what.

”In the end.
Your body will just be a mutilated vessel.
Fleshy patch of useless flesh going forward.
If people didn’t understand how dangerous I was
With my match against J2H.
Then this will without a doubt be the eye opener they all need.
It’s just a shame for you, that it has to be at your expense.

The guilt I feel. . .
It won’t be enough to stop what I’m going to do.
Because it’s something that needs to be done.
I have to get back at the powers that be.
I have to get back at those that made sure my legacy was tarnished.
I have to even with those that made sure my legacy was erased.
And you don’t deserve to have one!”

Bitterness once again soaked the tone of the masked figure’s words. Entity taking another step towards the camera and the cameraman. Assuming just out of an intimidation factor.

“Sin City Wrestling.
Understand that I - the Entity - is just getting started.
One by one. You will all meet me.
And one by one. You will meet your demise.
That is my promise to you.
In the meantime prepare to say. . .
Farewell to Rodrigo Afonso!”

There was no doubt about it. Entity’s words were chilling and enough to send chills up the spine of anyone. They turned their back to the recording camera and began to walk off into the distance of the basement. All of the sudden that lightbulb began to flicker again.

Like it had a few moments ago. It wasn’t but a second later the lightbulb busted with glass being heard shattering everyone. Leaving the camera man alone in the dark with a lurking Entity around. The shot ending like that and leaving many unanswered questions.

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Date: NOVEMBER 14TH, 2013 | Camera: OFF
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In the corner of the padded room sat the man. Shirtless and finding himself rocking back and forth. Based on this something seemed off. Something was already off about the man, but this was a telling sign that things were starting to take a turn for the worst.

There was the creaking of that padded door coming open. Taking a couple of steps into the room was the blonde doctor. Wynn took one look over at the man rocking in the corner. Instantly noticing that something was off. This wasn’t how he was acting a couple of days ago.

“Mister. . .
Are you okay?”

She paused for a moment. There was an unsettling feeling in the pit of her gut that told her she wasn’t going to get a response when she first spoke. However there was a part of her that was hoping that there would be a response to put things at ease. No response came though.

“Listen. I know we aren’t always on the same page.
Your views on why you’re here are different from mine.
But you have to answer me here.
In case I need to get you some kind of help.”

There was a slight sound of concern in her voice. It was her job to deal with people that had mental disorders. However it didn’t make it any easier when someone was truly off their rocker. Like all these signs were pointing towards.

By this point she had found the courage in herself to take a couple more steps into the room. Everything in her was telling her that she needed to keep her distance. She didn’t need to approach him, but in her heart. She wanted to help. She needed to know he was okay.

“Don’t make me call you by your name.
I want to keep the boundary you set sir.
But you’re making this extremely difficult for me.
Say something. Say anything.”

Wynn was only a few inches from him. Finding herself stopping right there. The reason for why she stopped was because the man she was talking to stopped rocking back and forth. He was sitting still. Eerily still to be exact. Her heart was thumping so hard. Her anxiety was through the roof.

She found herself then starting to slowly reach out. Her hand was inching closer and closer by the second. Until she reached the man’s shoulder and placed it down gently. The moment she touched him. Suddenly and so violently he grabbed a hold of her.

Wynn screamed but before the scream could echo too far out of the room. He had yanked her over his shoulder. Placing his hand over her mouth to muffle said scream. Wynn’s eyes grew wide realizing that not only was she being muffled but this man was wearing a mask.

The same exact mask that had been given to him days before. His rocking took over once again as he pushed his hand against her mouth a little harder. Making sure she couldn’t scream while making sure she couldn’t go anywhere at the same time.

“They took everything from me.
They took everything from me.
THEY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!”

The look in his eyes may have been the most scary thing of all. It appeared as if there was no soul in them. The man he was days ago and the man he was now, they were two different human beings. His rocking became more violent. His head started to collide with the padded wall.

“They took everything from me.
They took everything from me.
I must make them pay.
I must make them pay!
I MUST MAKE THEM PAY!”

Those phrases continued to alternative back and forth out of his mouth. He was a very deranged man in this state. At that moment there was hope for Wynn at least. Two very large security guards entered the room and saw what was taking place. Both men spring into action.

“Let her go!”

“You’re going to get tased! Let her go!”

Both of them were pulling at the man’s arms trying to free the doctor. One of them is ready to make promise on his word with a taser in hand. Then without much of a fight the man let go of his grip on Wynn. Allowing both men to pull her to safety. She was visibly shaken up.

As she backed herself up against the wall with fear consuming her. Both men were in the process of forcing the masked man onto his stomach. One of them pulled what appeared to be zipties out from one of their belts as the other tried to hog tie the clearly deranged man.

His soulless expression looked up to the doctor. His phrasing had changed along with a sickening smirk crossing his very lips at the exact same time.

“You’ll never be able to stop me!
You’ll never be able to stop me!
Do you hear me?! Do you hear me?!
Never! Never! Never!”

His words were then replaced with a very uneasy wicked laugh. A laugh that would continue to fall from his lips with both guards picking him up from the ground and starting to carry him out of the room. Wynn could hear his laughing even with him further down the hall.

She clutched her lab coat and kept herself against that padded wall. What she had just witnessed was unlike anything she had seen in her time with this career. The sudden change in this man. His soulless look. The random phrases. All of it was confusing. It’s not something she or anyone saw coming.

Right now he was being dealt with. However the thought in her mind was she’d have to deal with him again. She was going to be tasked with finding out what was wrong, tasked with finding a diagnosis, and tasked with helping him get better. However, how did you help someone get better. . .

When they don’t want to get better?!