The camera opened upon Cyrus, sitting on the stairs of the Devious Cathedral as the sound of rain pit-pattering on the cathedral walls could be heard. Cyrus was sitting in a forward lean, looking down at the camera with dark eyes, the only light in the cathedral coming from a mass array of candles Cyrus must've brought from his house just a few hundred yards away from the cathedral. The dim light created an eerie aura in the room, as though Cyrus was surrounded by darkness... evil... As Cyrus rubbed his hands together, looking down at the camera, he spoke in his rough voice. "The week of reckoning is here. Will Azrael pay up? Will I finally get the procedure that I won, fair and square? The ball lays in Azrael's court, I guess, doesn't it? Azrael can be the business man he is, and pay up, or he can be the coward, the selfish, self-righteous, pompous ass, porn loving fuck that we all know him to be. I guess it's Azrael's time to show us his real face, the type of man he truly is. Is he trust worthy? Never... but he does come through on his words. He just fucks with his words to make it mean something entirely different. This time... there's no turning back. I'm getting that procedure... or he's getting his ass handed to him on the very pedestal his marble bust sits on in the Hall of Fame. You can take that to the bank, Azrael." Cyrus laughs to himself. "Right now, only you know who the real Azrael Goeren is. You showed us a little of him when you fought Kidd. Now it's time to let us know the truth. Stop hiding behind your cheap suits and sunglasses, and come out of your shell with all guns blaring, Azrael. Give me my procedure, give me the sanity I need to survive in the world. Let me dictate my future, let me live the life of a true fucking human being, something that you wish you were, something that you once were... something that I can be once again..." He stands, walking to the nearest banister, which seems to be covered in cobwebs and dust. "I ask you, Azrael, to do the right thing. To give me what you promised to give me. To help me the way you said you would so long ago. You told me, Azrael, that if I wanted to keep my sanity, if I wanted to stay out of the... if I didn't want to go back, I'd be your bitch boy. I did that, I played your slave, and then YOU proposed the idea of the procedure that I envision every time I lay my head on these cold floors. The life that I had once before coming back to me, Azrael. You put it in my head, and you signed another contract with me. If I helped you win that match, that vicious, bloody tag match where we absolutely destroyed the OPW Tag Team Champions, where we made the current OPW Champion look like a fucking Catholic School girl. We did, Azrael. We won that. I came through on my half of the deal, now it's time for you." Cyrus sighed. "The question stands, Azrael. Are you the business man you pride yourself to be, or the coward we all know you to be? You know that I will be coming after you, you know that you're on the top of my list when I get this procedure. You also know that there is nothing you can do. Absolutely nothing you can do about it, if you're the business man you claim yourself to be. But you also know that you've got Hank by the nuts, and Dropkick Murphy foaming at the mouth like an alcoholic in rehab, waiting to suck you off. You know that if you give me this procedure that you've got enough body guards and lackeys to defend yourself, even if you couldn't do it yourself, Azrael." Cyrus ran a finger over the banister, sighing. "This place is old... it's been through hell... it's housed some of the most vicious matches that we've ever seen, Azrael... but it's still standing. Years later, it's still in perfect shape. There's something about this place, Azrael, there's something inside of it that you can't stand, isn't there? There's something that scares you. Something that makes you sleep with one eye open every night. It's not the smell, it's not the dust, or the cobwebs. There's something in these walls that frightens you, that even now you can feel breathing down your neck. What is it, Azrael? What's your biggest fear?" Cyrus turned to the camera. "It's me. I'm your biggest fear. I'm the one you're afraid of, I'm the one you're constantly looking over your shoulder for, Azrael, aren't I? You can feel it in your fucking bones, in the pit of your nuts, you feel it. You know that the entire time you've had me as your errand boy, you've been fucking with something that you thought you had control of. That's why you wanted me, isn't it? Because you know how... deadly... I can be. You know that if I wasn't with you... I'd be against you, and every chance of getting me with you went down the drain that day you signed me to the contract." Cyrus looked around the cathedral quickly. "That day, I thought I was signing a contract with the devil, Azrael. I thought I sold my soul to the most vicious man that walked the face of the earth." Cyrus looked around again. "Today I realize that man isn't Azrael Goeren. It's not Kenji Yamada... it's not HantaKira or Azraith. Hell, it's not even Lord Deviant. That man that I spoke of, the man that I know will be your ultimate... and complete destruction... isn't Diablo, it's not JT Slynn or Korpse. It's not Evelyn, Azraith. It's not even your own child. It's the one known to the world as Cyrus O'Haire. It's me." Cyrus laughed to himself, sitting back down. "Do you realize how long it took for me to figure that out? Do you see the black cloud you put over me? You do... and you see it evaporating. You see me finally seeing the light. Even as I started catching you in your lies, even as I discovered this very cathedral... you saw it evaporating... and now that cloud is completely gone." Cyrus looked at the camera. "Once again, Azrael. I ask you. What kind of man are you? What kind of being are you hiding under your suits and sunglasses, under your golden hair and baby blues... are you a man? Or just a scared little boy, using stupid little tricks to get your way?" Cyrus sat straight up, and took a deep breath. "You feel it pumping through your veins... you feel it coursing into your heart. You can feel your skin burn and your blood boil. You've been infected, Azrael... infected by The Vyrus. And I'm sorry, Azrael. This time your money can't help you. Your friends can't help you. Nothing can help you. It's time you realized that my condition might have a cure, but I will never stop... I'll keep coming... keep mutating... until you breathe no more, until the world finally sees Azrael Goeren for the true, scared little boy you've been over the past months. And to quote my tag partner of this week, I will bring about your total and complete... destruction. Pleasant." Cyrus smirked. "Fucking..." Cyrus laughed, almost maniacally. "Dreams." Cut. And the scene faded to black. A court is in session, a verdict is
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