[ENTITY]

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Date: OCTOBER 15TH, 2013 | Camera: OFF
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The sun was shining bright.

Bright enough that it was right there in my room. Of course what could he expect though. Considering the hotel I was staying at was right there on the beach.

It had been a fun little journey but today the trip back home would begin. He got himself out of bed and began the routine. The same routine that he had with every single trip involving pro wrestling.

He was showered, dressed, and had his bags packed in less than forty five minutes. Impressive for someone like him. Last thing he did was grab his keys and his wallet off the bedside table.

Stuffing the wallet in his back pocket, gripping his suitcases, and out the door he went. Walking down the hall towards the elevators. He had no sooner than pushed the down button and the doors came open.

It wasn’t unusual for someone to be in the elevator. After all it was a hotel, but the familiar face looking back at him was a backstage hand for the company. Waving in her direction briefly.

“Hey there Rocky.”

“Oh. . .
Just the man I was looking for.”

“Looking for?”

“Yeah, I was just down in the lobby.
A lot of us were heading out.
I ran into Mr. Ward.
He was asking if anyone had seen you.
Then asked if I could come grab you.”

“That doesn’t sound like it’s going to be a pleasant situation.”

“I don’t have any information.
All he did was ask me to grab you because he needed to talk with you.”

“Well, thanks. I’m heading down to the lobby now.
I’ll make sure I seek him out.”

She had walked past him. Heading down the hall of the hotel as he climbed inside. The doors shut and the short ride down to the lobby began.

His mind was clearly focused on what one of the co owners of the company could have to say. What was it they needed to talk about? It was the type of thing to make your nerves go on edge.

With the doors of the elevator opening up. He walked out and found himself looking around the lobby. It didn’t take long for his eyes to lock on to the target.

Matching right on over. He reached out very gently and tapped the shoulder of Mark. It caused the man to turn around and lock eyes with him.

“You wanted to talk to me?”

“I did. Let’s step outside for a moment. It’s a bit of a private matter.”

That wasn’t making the nerves any less on edge for him. Mark went ahead and led the charge out of the lobby. Through the hotel front doors. Stopping once the doors had shut behind them both.

“What’s up Mark?”

“Listen. . .
I want to be a hundred percent transparent with you.
You’ve done some amazing work for us this past year.
Did everything that was ever asked.
Created some great moments.

Helped take this company to new heights.
Myself and Christian will forever be thankful for that.
But after discussing with him about this new contract you’re wanting.
It just doesn’t seem like a good fit for us.
Lots of things just don’t work.”

“Like what?
Do I need to lower the price?
I think we’ve done some great business.
I’m willing to negotiate some things.”

“It isn’t just the price.
It’s a lot really, and if I’m being frank.
Some of the things you’ve done just this past month alone.
It’s been controversial and it’s gotten us a lot of heat as a company.”

“Isn’t that what you want?
More eyes on the product?
Seems like I’m doing a fantastic job if you ask me.
A heel that actually works.
The other night was insane, such a great pay off in the end.”

Mark stood there looking back at him. Based on the facial expression he was giving. It was clear he didn’t share the same mindset as the man before him. Clearing his throat again to speak.

“Like I said, it's just not going to work.
It isn’t a good fit.
Christian and I decided,
it’s best to just let your contract ride out.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Your contract is up next month anyway.
You’ll be paid until then.
But this is where we go our separate ways.
It’s been a pleasure to work with you.”

His eyes got real wide with rage while looking at Mark.

“Go fuck yourself!”

“Alright now.
Listen, I get this isn’t what you were expecting.
But I assure you it isn’t personal.
It’s just business. Maybe in a few months from now.
Year or two. We can revisit this.
See if it's a fit for all parties.”

“Again, go fuck yourself.
This is my livelihood you’re messing with.
I got a young child at home. I got bills to pay.
I got things to take care of.
After all I’ve done, this is how you repay me?!”

“Like I said this isn’t personal.”

“Oh it’s fucking personal alright.
I’m going to make it personal.
You’ll regret this decision. You’ll pay for this.
This entire company will pay for this!”

“I don’t think. . .”

Before Mark could have a chance to finish his statement. The man had walked away from him in a very angered state, To be told they weren’t going to keep him. To be told they didn’t want him.

To be told he wouldn’t be needed after all that he had done. It felt like he was being stabbed in the back with a dull knife. Painful as could be. However it was the feeling of everything being taken from him.

That hurt more than anything. It was out of his hands. There was nothing he could do. Nothing he could say. Nothing that would change anyone’s mind. He was just done and they were moving on.

This couldn’t be the end. It just couldn’t. Somehow someway he had to get even.

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Camera: ON
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In this instant the shot was opening up. Right away the reveal of the setting was clear. The camera was positioned inside a very old classroom.

More so a class room that looked as if it had been abandoned. One could only assume that the rest of the building looked like.

Tile all over the floor. Old books scattered across desks. The desks themselves looked like they were rusted over. Looking very brittle as well.

Likely they would fall apart as soon as someone took a seat in one. The shot suddenly cut to the left and the primary focus became the old chalkboard.



That word was written on the chalkboard as big as it could be. The fact that it appeared to be written in fresh blood. That didn’t make the setting of this situation any better. Then there was a sudden ‘thwack’ like sound forcing the shot to change views again.

And as soon as it did. The focus locked onto the masked figure known as The Entity. In their hand was a ruler that they had just smacked against a desk. Their soulless looking eyes locked right ahead of them. Knowing they had captured the attention.

“A joke. . .”

Every bit of those two words made the masked figure sound bitter.

“It’s described as something:
That brings amusement or laughter to someone.
It involves some kind of punchline.
It’s meant to be something that everyone gets a kick out.
But do you see me laughing?

Do you see me being amused?
Do you see me getting a kick out of things?
Do you see me having any kind of joy since arriving?!
No! No you do not!
And this has always been the problem with Sin City Wrestling.”

Taking the ruler in their hand. Placing it down on top of the desk before starting to make their way around towards the chalkboard. Their long nails dragging along it just under the word. Entity looking right at it.

“Their lack of respect.
It always shines through.
It shined through many-many years ago when I was here.
And it’s shining through once again.
I don’t even have to reveal who I am for that to happen.
It’s a sin to be this disrespectful.”

Slowly, the mysterious figure turned themselves back around. Once again allowing their soulless gaze to fall upon the camera before them.

“You cannot deny your clear disrespect.
You cannot deny your blatant lack of faith.
It was made clear a few weeks ago when choosing Rodrigo Afonzo
As an opponent. You’re making it clear.
With my second supercard appearance being against the likes of:
Justin Smith. And now you’re making it obvious with HB Carter.

This is exactly why this company is in the dumps.
It’s why you struggle to bring in new fresh faces.
It’s why all big free agents choose to sign elsewhere.
You constantly disrespect, hold back, and ruin real talent.
For what reason? Well, that I will never understand.
But it’s what you do. It’s pathetic.

However, there’s one thing more pathetic than that.
That one thing is how this company constantly views HB Carter.
Go throughout his history and look at how he’s been treated.
Time and time again he’s put in positions he doesn’t deserve to be in.
Whether it’s being given a random title shot. That wasn’t earned.
Or being put in the ring with men that are superior to him in every way.”

There was a little bit of a zoom in from the cameras. Although the facial features of Entity were hidden behind that mask. The simplest look in their eyes said all it needed to. They were filled with rage, disappointment, and shame all at once.

“Ninety nine point nine percent of those situations.
Carter didn’t earn. He didn’t fight hard. He didn’t work his way towards any of it.
Yet, he’s okay with that. He’s okay with being complacent.
He’s okay with not having to do the work. He’s okay with things being handed to him.
He’s okay with being a big part of why this company is failing.
And the reason he’s okay with that is because he knows it’s always going to happen.”

Entity stood there shaking their head from side to side. In a clear statement of sheer disappointment.

“This company has always rewarded complacent people.
It has always rewarded the less than talented. I already made that clear.
But that’s why HB Carter is the way he is. Because it’ll always be a thing.
Now while I can’t blame you for being that way Carter.
Not when you’re always going to be rewarded. There are two things I can blame you for.
The first being. . . Not capitalizing.

How have you not capitalized on every situation handed to you on a silver platter?
You have been with this company since the defunct Sin City Underground brand existed.
But diving into your history. That’s where you peeked Carter.
Holding a championship. . .
That now essentially means nothing with the brand being gone.
But being on the main brand. You’ve got nothing to show for it.

The gym you graduated from means nothing.
The tag team partner you have, she also means nothing.
Your little boyfriend that you goon over every chance you get.
To the point it makes everyone violently sick.
He’s the only one that has clout. Not much clout, but some.
And you leech to that. You act like your relationship with Miles.

It means more than any bit of success.
Newsflash, this is a professional wrestling company.
Not a dating service. That relationship could end tomorrow.
And no one, I truly mean no one would give a damn but you two.
Because it holds no value or significance to the success of this company.
When the hell are you going to wake up?!”

The voice of the masked figure proceeded to raise. Further exposing just how angry they were byu the situation before them. In specific how angry it made them to have to deal with the likes of HB Carter.

“All these title shots you’ve been given.
And don’t have nothing to show for it.
It’s cool to have a ‘viral’ moment or get a ‘match of the year’ nomination.
But it means nothing if you aren’t the victor.
It means nothing if you’re not the one with the championship around your waist..
I mean think about it Carter.

Last year a former Heavyweight Champion had this company in a chokehold.
One loss to his record before facing you.
Dominated the entire company. You got put against him, despite not earning it.
And you defeated him. It might have been the catalyst that kicked things off.
However you still obtained a rare victory against the man.
Yet, you did nothing with it.

The man I targeted from the jump.
The Hall of Famer and certified legend to some: J2H.
Once he handed over the title like the pathetic human being he was.
He named you as one of the eight to compete for the vacated title.
Did you even truly understand what that meant?
Did you understand the magnitude of how big of a moment
That could have been for you?

Because it sure as hell doesn’t seem like it.
Your name was put into that. You were once again given an opportunity.
One that you didn’t deserve, but it was still given to you.
And you did nothing with it. You failed miserably.
You didn’t even make it to the finals.
Once again proving why people SHOULDN’T put the stock behind you that they do!”

Entity stood there with those narrowed eyes on their expression. Looking right into the heart and soul of the camera lens.

“That’s just a few instances Carter.
Your entire career has been a missed opportunity after missed opportunity.
Failure after failure. Falling on your face.
Over and over again. No matter how delusional you may be.
Even you have to see this.
And every bit of it is your fault!”

That aggressive loud tone was heard again. It seemed to echo off those old broken walls. Entity wanting to express that anger. For no other reason than hoping it would sink in, but this wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg

“That’s just the first thing I blame you for.
The second thing, it’s a much-much deeper rooted issue.
More deep than your failures. More deep than getting handed things.
That second thing is how you perceive everything.
It’s all a joke to you. You perceive everything in a light hearted manner.
This business isn’t something you take seriously.

You expose yourself every single week.
Every promo you cut it’s never serious.
Anytime you are in the ring.
You’re all about trying to get a rise out of the crowd.
It’s jokes all week long and nonsense on social media.
You have never carried yourself with a serious mindset.

And it’s infuriating.
Especially when you keep getting these opportunities.
It doesn’t make sense. But I have to ask Carter.
Why do you carry yourself like this?
Why is everything a joke to you?”

A brief pause consumed the Entity.

“I can only assume that because deep down.
You know that you don’t have what it takes.
Deep down inside of you.
You know that you’re never going to be a success.
You know that you’re never going to reach championship glory.
You know that you’re never going to be more than just another face.

You know you’re never going to reach the top of the mountain.
You know you are indeed a complacent individual.
And you’re just fine with that. So everything becomes a joke to you.
Despite you not understanding how disrespectful that is to someone like me.
I lost my legacy here in Sin City Wrestling because of people like you.
People like you meant more than people like me.

And I will never forgive SCW for that.
Just like I’m never going to forgive you for that.
Now this coming Sunday. I have a chance to do something about it.
I have a chance to correct what I see as wrong.
I got the opportunity I need to corner you.
To make you face reality. To make you see what you’ve done to me.
To make you see what you’ve done to my legacy.”

By that point the masked figure had taken it upon themselves to inch towards the camera. Each slow movement. The intense look in their eyes. Getting right up and close into the camera frame. It was all enough to send chills down the viewer’s spine.

“I’m no fool Carter.
Everything I have said at this point.
It’ll go in one ear and out the other.
It will not be taken seriously.
You will not listen to a word I’ve said.

It’ll all be a joke to you.
It’ll be a laughing matter.
It’ll be something for you to brush off.
Like you do everything else.
But what you don’t understand yet.

This situation isn’t like others.
This match isn’t like one you’ve had before.
I’m not like any other person you’ve been in the ring with.
I’ve said it before Carter.
I’m not about wins. I’m not about losses.

It doesn’t matter to me how great the match is or isn’t.
I just want to hurt and even maim the person
I get in the ring with. Causing great bodily harm.
That is what I deem a success.
Changing someone for the rest of their lives.

Whether it be physically or mentally.
That’s what I see as a job well done.
If luck lands in your lap and you do pin me for a win.
In the end, it’ll mean nothing Carter.
And it’ll mean nothing because of the long lasting effect.
I’ll have over your career and more importantly your health.”

There was an evil grin that crossed Entity’s lips.

“From this point forward HB Carter.
You will be remembered for being the joke.
You’ve always been.
And Sin City Wrestling.
You’re welcome for what I’m about to do/

Long live the Entity!”

Those proved to be the parting words of the masked figure. Entity walked right out of the shot of the camera disappearing somewhere into the background.

This allowed the shot to start zooming in on the word Joke there on the chalkboard. That had quite the meaning with the shot then fading out.

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Date: DECEMBER 20TH, 2014 | Camera: OFF
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Mental health.

In today’s world many people have something wrong with their mental health. Whether it was diagnosed or not. Fact was they were dealing with something.

Only a percentage of them actually willing did something to do something in order to improve it. That’s what facilities like this were for. The thing that no one took into consideration though.

What kind of effect other people’s mental health had on those that were meant to help them.

Dr. Wynn was one of those people dealing with her own mental health being affected by being someone to help others. Made her question many times if this was the job for her.

She found herself just staring out the window in her office. All she could see was the full parking lot outside, but it was enough of a distraction that she didn’t hear the knock on the door frame of her office.

A tall fully bearded man knocked a few more times. Still not getting her attention, so he took a few steps inside and began to speak loudly to address her.

“Dr. Wynn. Earth to Dr. Wynn.”

Finally, it caught the blonde’s attention. She snapped back to reality and drew her attention away from the window. Turning herself around in order to face the man. Her face was a little red from embarrassment.

“Yes, sorry. What can I help you with?”

“I was reading over some of your charts.
How come there is no update on the patient in room four twenty five?
There haven’t been updates on his chart in the last month.”

“What update do you expect me to give?”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t mean any disrespect to my superior.
But I don't know what kind of update you expect me to give.
He hasn’t said a word in over a year.
He doesn’t acknowledge any of us that come in the room.
In the last few months he’s stopped willingly taking his medication.

We’re resorting to injection by needle.
I know it’s not the best thing or even the right thing.
I haven’t bothered to go to his room in the last month.
It's a waste of time and at this point I think. . .
Our facility is a waste of resources for a patient like him.”

That tall bearded man stood there looking at her. A very slight shake of his head consumed him before his eyes narrowed on her.

“This is my facility.
Only I make decisions like that.
And as far as I’m concerned.
Any person that walks through those doors comes to us for help.
Even if it’s a difficult situation.
It is our duty to help.
Do I make myself clear?”

For a brief moment Dr. Wynn felt about only so tall. She felt like she had truly done something wrong. All while at the same time feeling like there wasn’t much she could do.

“Yes sir.”

“Good, I expect to have an update.
In full detail and on my desk before you go home today.”

Not another word was said. He turned himself around and walked out of the office. For a moment Dr. Wynn just stared at the door he walked out of. Before she yanked a chart off her desk.

Done so in a very frustrated manner. Then finding herself stomping out of her office and began her journey down the hall. Walking past several co-workers. She was in a state of hyper focus.

Her heels clicked against the tile of the floor. Until they finally came to a stop. She was looking at the door with large numbers on it that read: 425 as she took a deep breath.

Taking a step forward she opened the door. Slowly for her safety as she didn’t know what she would be met with on the other side. Once getting the door open her eyes locked on the corner of the room.

Rocking back and forth was the patient. Wearing that mask that they had never been able to get off of him. Her nerves were on edge, but she stepped forward. Announcing herself again for safety purposes.

“It’s me. It’s Doctor Wynn.”

As she had expected. There wasn’t a response. The masked man just kept the same steady pace. Rocking back and forth keeping his gaze on the wall.

“I am not trying to be rude here.
I do not want a situation from a year ago.
But you have been here this long.
No improvements have been made.
You are starting to waste this hospital’s time.
More importantly, you're beginning to waste my time.
Are you ever going to let us help you?!”

Carrying herself this way was going to do her no favors. If anything it was going to get her into more trouble with her superior. But she was desperate now. Something had to be done.

Something had to change. Then before another word could come out of her mouth. The masked man’s rocking stopped. Only to be replaced with a very sinister laugh. One that bounced off those padded walls.

Her eyes narrowed in frustration.

“Is something funny to you?!
All I have ever tried to do.
All anyone has tried to do is help you.
And you want to laugh at me?!”

Her tone showcased just how frustrated she was. The laughing suddenly stopped just as soon as it began. Her eyes got wide when the masked man began to stand up from the corner.

He turned around to face her. Such an evil looking smirk on his face hidden behind the mask. Taking a few steps towards her. Dr. Wynn was frozen in fear. Flashbacks running through her head.

From the last time they were alone like this. It hadn’t gone well, but he didn’t go on the attack. He stopped and just titled his head to the side looking at her.

“How can you help me?
How can any of you help me?”

His tone was so calm and collected, but that made it all the more chilling.

“No one can help me after what they did to me.
They took everything from me. Used me. Used me and used me some more.
Got what they wanted out of me. Then dumped me on the side of the road.
Like a dog, hoping I’d just disappear.
And to make matters worse. . .”

Again, he began to step towards her. Dr. Wynn could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She felt that uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her gut. Still frozen in fear.

That masked man got to the point that he was face to face with her. She started to realize there was no soul in his eyes when they locked on each other’s. That still calming tone consumed him.

“Now that they’ve done that.
They’re erasing everything I’ve did.
They’re making sure I am not in the record books.
They’re seeing to it that my name.
My legacy that its tarnished. It’s gone.
It’s deleted. Vanished.
And I don't what I did to deserve this!”

In some fashion, Dr. Wynn felt in her soul that she was meant to feel for this man. The way he described what he was going through. Yet at the same time she was clueless. She didn’t understand what he meant.

To be more specific she didn’t know who he was talking about. This was the most she had heard from him in the near two years he had been in the facility. Trying to show empathy she finally spoke.

“You said I can’t help you.
You said no one can help.
But maybe, we can after all.
Who are you talking about?

Maybe just maybe we can meet with them.
Get some kind of resolution.
Help you get on the path to healing your mental health.
Help you get closer on why they are doing what you say they’re doing.”

She watched as the masked man titled his head to the head even more. A clear sign of confusion. It was as if her words didn’t register in his head. A very brief and almost sinister chuckle left his lips.

“There is no talking to THEM.
There is going to be no real RESOLUTION.
Those PEOPLE did what they did to me.
Because it made them feel GOOD,
But PAYBACK. . .

Oh the payback is going to be so sweet.
I will one day return for what’s mine.
I’ll go right for their throat.
I’ll rip it out in front of their loved ones.
And watch them bleed out with pure joy.

Then and only then. . .
Will they realize the grave mistake they’ve made.
Then and only then. . .
Will they come to terms with the fact I am an Entity.
Without me, they don’t truly succeed!”

Another wicked sounding laugh escaped his lips. Only for the masked man to turn himself around and head back to the corner. Taking a seat once again.

The blonde doctor hadn’t taken her eyes off him at that moment. Not sure what to make of all of this. She just stood there watching him. Not sure where this was going to go. At a standstill once again.

“Mister. . .”

“I told you never refer to me as who I once was.
From here on out. I am The Entity.
Now get out. I have more plotting to do.”

Of course the message was strong. Considering the time he had assaulted her. The last thing she was going to do was not listen to a strong warning.

Backing herself out of the room without another word being said. Closing the door behind her and leaving the man in that padded cell all to himself once again.

However the thing on her mind was. . . plotting? That was something terrifying to think about.