Dream No More...
FADE IN
ENGLAND: A lonely hill.
It is a dark and foggy night on this lonely hill. The camera pans around in search for its reason for being out in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly into the scene appears an erect wooden cross. A voice breaks the silence of the English countryside.
Cross: Ominous isn't it?
From out of the darkness, the A1E World Champion walks out in all black, his leather sleeveless trenchcoat, and his World Title belt.
DreamMaker, you've been silent. Are you afraid? Is the sight of this cross too much for you to bare?
Certainly you will be at BATTLEGROUND BRITAIN for our match. You wouldn't shatter the dreams of your 5 fans because you are afraid of a ten-foot structure of wood, would you?
Cross smirks.
I didn't think so.
You have dreams of making something of yourself at the PPV. You are dreaming of beating the A1E World Heavyweight Champion and using the victory to catapult into GXW stardom, aren't you?
Well, DreamMaker, I'm here to tell you that your dreams are about to turn into the worst nightmare of your life.
I am not some pathetic GXW superstar. I am the A1E World Heavyweight Champion. I AM THE CROSS!
Cross walks over to the 10 foot cross and leans on it.
DreamMaker, the nightmare begins tonight as I will give you a preview of what will happen in the ring at BATTLEGROUND BRITAIN.
Our match isn't about a 3 count. Its about being crucified. The first to hasten their opponent to this cross and hoists him up for all the world to see, wins.
I will crucify you, DreamMaker, and make your silence permanent.
You see, DreamMaker, crucifixion is could silence anyone. It even silenced God in the flesh for 3 days. What makes you think you will do better?
I will begin by scourging you in the ring. Scourging is pretty predictable and consistent. The Roman solider would usa a whip of braided leather thongs with metal balls woven into them. When the whip would strike the flesh, these balls would cause deep bruises, which would breakopen with further blows. Did I fail to mention, DreamMaker, that the whip also had pieces of sharp bones which would cut into the flesh?
The back of the person being scourged would be so shredded that part of the spine was sometimes exposed by the deep cuts. The lash of the whip would go all the way from the shoulders down to the back, the ass, and the back of the legs. The whip would tear into the underlying muscles to produce quivering ribbons of bleeding flesh., and sometimes even expose internal organs.
Are you still dreaming, DreamMaker, or should I continue?
Usually scourging consisted of 39 lashes, although a soldier might inflict more, depending on his mood. I wonder what my mood will be? Many people died from scourging even before they could be crucified. Those who didn't die often went into shock.
By the time soldiers were done, the victim would have been in serious condition, even before the first nail was driven in to hang him on the cross.
If you still dream, behold the nightmare.
Whent he victim arrived at the site where he was to be crucified, he would have been laid down with his arms outstretched on a large beam. The executioner would have taken two sharp spikes, each five to seven inches long, and nailed one through each wrist, into the beam.
Are you awake now?
As the nails pierced the writsts, they would have crushed the large nerve that does to the hand. Imagine hitting your funny bone to the point your elbow was crushed. It's worse than that.
The vicitim is then hoisted into the air and hastend to the vertical beam. This isn't fun, DreamMaker, you are humiliated and in excruciating pain. If you survive the pain of this, you are left to hang until you finally die.
Camera does a close-up of Cross.
DreamMaker, at BATTLEGROUND BRITAIN this will not be some dream or nightmare, it will be reality. I didn't come to England for a match, I came to crucify you mind, body, and soul.
When it's over, you will DREAM NO MORE...
Cross returns to the darkness and the camera pans up to the top of the cross. On it, there is a sign nailed to the the vertical beam. It reads...DREAMMAKER.
FADE OUT