You do not stand alone...
Posted by: Kidman on 05/01/2003 at 21:49
We open on the rooftop of an old stone cathedral. Night has fallen, and millions of miniscule pricks of starlight accent the black curtain of the sky. On the horizon, the faint orange glow of city lights can barely be seen over an army of trees. Surrounding the cathedral is a freshly cut field, and the smells of the country lift themselves up from the ground and are transported by a cool and soft breeze. The song of crickets can barely be heard over the buzzing call of nearby bullfrogs, as the weather has warmed up just enough to allow them to reappear for another season.
Perched atop the roof of this cathedral, a man sits hunched over...leaning his weight on one of the many gargoyle soldiers poised to defend the holy place with their entirety. The man is listening to his surroundings...he is intaking the country air...he is gazing at the mosaic of constellations in the sky. His senses are sharp, but they cannot compare to the shrapness of the thoughts that are racing through his mind at this moment.
We can see that the man is clutching his ribs, and his face carries a sort of grimmace, as if he is in pain. The wind toys with his hair, so with a swift swipe of his right palm, he brushes it back. We can now see that the man is the Dark Child...Billy Kidman.
Kidman lowers his gaze slightly, and readjusts his position to make things more comfortable on his apparent sore ribs. As he settles back down in a new position, he begins to speak the thoughts that are coursing through his brian.
Kidman: "It has been over a month since my liberation. And although it has been a journey that has led me to some painful experiences, it has been one that I have survived...and that I have grown stronger than ever from. I stood alone in the beginning...but I was not the one that declared war on the Fatal Army. It was the Undertaker and his followers that initiated conflict, but of all people, those that I used to run with should have known that when conflict arises, Kidman is the most likely to roll up his sleeves."
"Undertaker, you thought you had the upper hand. You thought all the cards in your hand were the best the deck could offer. I almost began to beleive that for myself...but that is what you wanted from me. To believe that there was no way I could stand against the evil forces that you command. But how can the teacher forget what he has taught the student? I have walked away from the Fatal Army, but have I lost my touch?"
"I have always had a killer instinct...and I have never been one to hesitate when it came to driving that final nail into the coffin. Mortis defeated me for the United States Championship. I say fine. I need no belt to accomplish the task at hand."
"I made the Fatal Army sweat by myself. I posed more of a threat to The Undertaker and his faction than they have ever faced before. And I was just tuning up. That was when I stood alone. But I stand alone no longer..."
"The Chosen One is back...and Jarrett...so that you know...never again will you stand toe to toe with anyone from the Fatal Army again without me at your wing."
"Your path and mine are not identical...but they are similar. The Undertaker trained us both first hand...maybe a little better than he wishes now. I know that our paths have crossed once before, and I betrayed you. But times have changed, and things have changed. It took me over two years to clear my head of the haze that Calloway had clouded my thoughts with, but I finallay see clearly."
"I am extending my hand to you Jarrett. Not as a friend...not as a partner..."
"...but as a brother..."
Kidman tries to stand, but the pain in his ribs is too great for the time being. Instead, he gazes back at the stars in the sky. The scene fades to black.
