As Below So Above and Beyond


	Death of Mankind 2K7 presents: Alternative >[1 - Prelude to Pain]< The scene opens to a black screen and a slideshow of stills featuring the Insane Living Legend, as he provides his own voice over "The Fast living Woman Pleasing High Flying Death Defying Weed Smoking Tittie Squeezing Bong Toking Pussy Licking Technical Wrestling Thought Provoking Prince of Psychotix..." "The Methodical, Maniacal, Periodical, Cataphysical, Biological..." "The one... the only... The Master of Madness... The King of Krazyville... The Liuetenant of Lunacy... The Dean of Dementia... The Heavenly father of Hysteria... The Epitome of Insanty... The Twiztid Psycho himself... Psychosis... James.... Caine!!!" "That's right WWN... I'm here." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------> XWA, the mecca of sports entertainment. I know what you're thinking. If it's so amazing then why is it dead? And the answer is simple. You'd die too, if your owner was addicted to cocaine, and spent more profits on drug deals and gambling, then the betterment of his stars. All it takes is money to bring something back to life though. And I've got the money. ArJay has the money. And Excitor has the money. Where did we get this money? Doing what we do best. Kicking names in the dirt, and putting an ass to every face. By that I mean that we make you look like slap happy asstrumpets. Now I can't say how long ArJay, and Ex have been doing it, but myself... I've been doing it eleven years. Check the records. Check my acheivements. During that time, I was in and out of XWA periodically. Now I dare anyone of you here to say something smart about me, or XWA... I'd almost beg If I wasn't too proud. Hell if anything you should all be thanking XWA right now. If it wasn't' for my recognization of ArJay and Ex... I might not even be here. You are blessed...with my prescence thanks to them and the Movement. Ask any of my fans... I'm all for movements against the boss. I'm all for anarchy, rebellion, and chaos. Ask ArJay, and Ex. I live for violence, and thrive on panic. Fear? Fuck factors, Fear isn't even an imaginary number to me. I am the man without. Doubt me and I'll prove it with your blood. The only thing left to say is... I'm ready..... Are you WWN? The image of James Caine against the dark backdrop fades to static --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sshuuk "Missing woman: Ivy Orr." Ivvy is the boyfriend of Professional wrestling veteran James A. Caine, and was reported missing earlier this morning by her significant other, Caine himself. Detectives suspect foul play, but cannot disclose any information at this time." "Oh it is a good morning." I say to myself as I read the headline, and briefly into the article. I lean my head back against the wood and leather booth in my kitchen, close my eyes to rest a moment to digest my morning breakfast a little before my 12 mile run. Keep thou not silent when evil is spoken for Truth like the sunlight shines above all. He who over-steppeth the Law shall be punished, for only through Law comes the freedom of men. Cause thou not fear for fear is a bondage, a fetter that binds the darkness to men. As I slowly count the sheep the words of my teacher, Thoth ring throughout my mind. Knock Knock Knock Deep are the mysteries around thee, hidden the secrets of Old. Search through the KEYS of my WISDOM. Surely shall ye find the way. The gateway to power is secret, but he who attains shall receive. Look to the LIGHT! O my brother. Open and ye shall receive. Press on through the valley of darkness. Overcome the dweller of night. Keep ever thine eyes of the LIGHT-PLANE, and thou shalt be One with the LIGHT Slowly the houghts become hypnotic in nature as the sound of the knocking fades into the words, and I reach a state of dreams. Knock Knock Knock Knowledge is regarded by the fool as ignorance, and the things that are profitable are to him hurtful. He liveth in death. It is therefore his food. Man is in process of changing to forms that are not of this world. Grows he is time to the formless, a plane on the cycle above. Know ye, ye must become formless before ye are with the LIGHT, I can now see my teacher afore me, reciting his learnings, and his knowledge to me as I inscribed it on my tablet of Atlantean stone. Knock Knock My bloodshot eyes widened immediately, and I moved to the door, I flung it wide open and screamed. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" I scream ripping the door open my eyes still crusted with the harsh sleep that I had just attained as her obnoxious knocking woke me. "....uh...uh...waaaahhh.." I look down in time to see a small girl run back towards her mother's minivan crying her eyes out. I snicker lightly to myself as I reach down to the red wagon and retrieve a box of mint cookies. "Well I guess today isn't a total loss..." I say as I ope the box, and close the door. 'What the hell day is it anyway?' I think to myself as I take a seat on my luxurious sofa, eating some of the delectible mint girl scout cookies. I turn on my television and a quick glance at the menu reveals that it's approximately 7:45am, October the fourth of 2007. "Where did the time go?" I say aloud to the empty walls of my mansion, as I eat another cookie and turn on cartoon network to enjoy reruns of Johnny Bravo, and Time squad. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Inhale Exhale "You ARE the BEST!" Inhale Exhale "You are INSANE!" Inhale Exhale "You are....THAT......far gone." I stop running for a moment to catch my breath as I realize my thoughts were completely insane. I pull a pack of Marlboro Menthols from my pocket, light one and begin walking down the street. I place my hands on my head, to stretch my abdomen and relax my muscles which were sore from the first six miles of physical training. I did this every three days, but after years of smoking my lungs finally began to show some slight signs of deteirioration. A little human characteristc never hurt anyone though. Despite my own lack of lung power, I was still the best damn wrestler on the market today. And I planned on proving it. "I am the Mad man... and I'm BACK!"