Game of Fallen

[Rhett Holiday]

The camera opens on a single light bulb flickering above a wooden chair with leather ties around the arms and front legs with rusted metal clasps. The light flickers out for a moment longer then when it flickers back on Rhett Holiday is now sitting in the chair with a cigar in his left hand and an ink pen in his right that he rotates between his fingers. Dressed to the nines in a pressed white suit and black tie, the green eyes he used to possess had turned to white with only his black pupils piercing the camera lense. Smoke rolls from his sinister smile.

" So the pen is truly mightier than the sword, or in this case a jacked up freak of a man to absorbed with how they see him. How they respond to him. This isn't about you though Brian Furry."

He takes a drag from his cigar letting the smoke crawl up his face slowly before he speaks again.

"So the pen is truly mightier than the sword, or in this case an over zealous spoon fed man child cowering behind his new found power. Only focused on the money and power that belt brings to your already exuberant lifestyle. This isn't about you though Richard Pennyworth III."

He then rises and tucks the pen into his jacket pocket. The light flickers again and the chair is gone.

"This is about me... This is about how the two of you have not only bastardized the heavyweight division... THIS IS ABOUT HOW YOU DID IT ALL AT MY EXPENSE!"

Rhett snaps the cigar in his hand and his teeth grind against each other.

"Richard Pennyworth! You used me as a stepping stone in my debut and your return! Brian Fury! You derailed my ascension to the crown that I deserve! Your selfish acts not only became cemented in the history books but led to my downfall! SHE LEFT ME BECAUSE OF YOU!"

He begins to pace back and forth, his dress shoes clacking into the stone floor.

"She left me here alone in the dark because of you. She let me fall just as I was on the cusp of reaching my apex.. I am Fallen because of your selfish desires. Your love of money and power. Your love of adoration and the fulfillment of their need of you... For these acts I claimed your opportunity at the PWA Heavyweight Championship Brian Fury... Next I will take the PWA Championship from you Richard Pennyworth III. I will not come like a thief in the night. I vow to rip that Championship from you as I would take your soul..."

Rhett looks back into the camera and moves slowly closer.

"I have returned. I have staked my claim. I have Fallen."

The camera fades to black.