Sense of Peace: Let It End.

[Lex Sense]

You're wrong Angel.

I will win.

I will beat you and be declared the victor and on that night you will struggle to breath under mounds of dirt as the world watches with bated breath, witnessing the changing of the guard. I don't want to be your replacement, Angel. I don't need to sit on your throne of blood on top of your tower of broken bones.

I just want to simply end you and those like you.

I imagined that you and I would have an understanding by now. When you speak to me, I can see the underlying theme of your every spoken word. I can tell you mean down when you say up. I notice the demon in your angelic facade. I have witnessed the heavens burning in your eyes and I don't need you to spell out every single word for me.

For I know you more than you know yourself.

It seems though, when it comes to me, I must explain in explicit and descriptive detail how I'm going to leave you a husk of a man crippled and buried alive. A shell of it's former self. I am not blinded by my own ego. I understand that any man can win on any given night.

I don't assume anything by past and current events.

The future is unpredictable. As unpredictable as I am. I have lived in the cold of the dark. I spent nights struggling to find warmth under my own skin. I have taken men and forced them to bow. All for what?

So I could satisfy my own selfish desire to conquer men?

What do I look like?... You?

You can say what you like about the lies I supposedly spread but you are the one claiming you want to make me better when in reality, you want to make me suffer. Sounds like a hypocrite to me. If all you have is my vocabulary and sentence structure to make fun of, then you have nothing.

You are nothing.

How does it feel to have fallen so far? Former World Champion. Former Tag Team Champion. A true world ender as you made man's lives a living hell. I can tell you want to return to your former dominating self but this is the real world asshole where what you want is never really what you get and what you have now is a freight train barreling your way. I wish to be more than what I am and I will not settle with being a creation built by your manipulation. If you would have taken me under your wings a few months ago, maybe you could've molded me in your image but I've outgrown that man that wanted nothing more than to be just like you.

Now I just want to beat men like you. I want to prevent men like you from taking what others worked so hard to build just to watch it burn.

Welcome to the real world jackass.

Where you can fantasize all you like about taking back what is rightfully yours...

As long as you do it under six feet of dirt.

{A wooden box leans against a wall covered in portraits of wrestlers that are either retired or have passed away. Paintings that Sense carefully crafted. The box looks rather plain, except for the details engraved in it's wooden surface. The carvings etched at the hands of Sense portray a wooden cross and some form of writing. Lex walks into the picture from the side and stands about a foot taller than the casket you now know was built for Angel.}

Lex Sense: Do you like it? I know you figured it out before I could surprise you with it but I just had to finish it. I wish I could see your face at this very moment when you realize I spent hours carving and sanding six very large pieces of Red Oak Birch to make this just for you.

I guess seeing your face when I lock you in it will have to do.

{Sense runs a finger along it's edge, making sure there are no splinters sticking out. Ensuring the surface is as smooth as Jaymie Boone's ass. Don't ask how he knows.}

Lex Sense: Maybe this is a little too much but I wanted to make sure you were comfortable in your decent to get closer to the middle of the Earth. Which brings me to this.

{Sense waves the camera in closer and it zooms in to a phrase carved underneath a lavish cross on the surface of the lid to waht will become Angel's new home. A Latin phrase.}

Lex Sense: "a caelo usque ad centrum"

Would you like to know what this means?

Or maybe you already know.

Just in case you don't, it means from the sky to the center.

Curious to know why I used this phrase to carve into your soon to be eternal home?

You're Angel. An Angel that has fallen from Heaven and will now make his way closer to the center of the Earth.

I'm going to bury you, Angel.

You and everything I ever was.

With your ending my beginning... Begins.

{Sense picks up the casket unto his shoulders and smiles at the camera.}

Lex Sense: It's just a fancy way of saying that your career has taken a rather deep plunge back to the bottom. A career that will soon be covered in dirt.

{Lex walks out of the camera's view. The scene slowly fades away and is replaced by a Bentley breaking to a stop in front of Edward Jones Dome in St. Louis, Missouri. Inside sits Lex and his companions on this trip. A trip that will son come to an end. Dexter Rigsby jumps out of the driver's seat with glee.}

Dexter Rigsby: It's showtime, boys! Time to make some money.

{He opens the back seat door and Sense slowly steps out and stares at his surroundings. So much has gone on the last few weeks. He's found out more wrongs about himself and his life than he would like to admit. His father was still alive even though he believed him to be dead. His former comrades have taken everything he built. He's walked away from his former wife and turned his back on his daughters and now he stands alone. A man looking to find something to believe in.}

Dexter Rigsby: Ya ready, kid?

Lex Sense: No.

Dexter Rigsby: What kinda talk is that, mate? You have to be ready.

Lex Sense: I am.

Dexter Rigsby: Wait a minute... You just said you weren't!

Lex Sense: I am... and then I'm not.

Dexter Rigsby: Now yer just confusing me. Are ya or ain't ya?

Lex Sense: I'm ready to compete. Angel will be the opener for the final act tonight. I am going to bury him alive and then win the RIOT.

Dexter Rigsby: Stop being funny ya git! What ain't ya ready fer?

Lex Sense: To end a man's life. I'm not ready to end a man's career but Angel said it himself. He ain't stopping until I put him down so like a horse with a broken leg... I'm going to put that bastard to sleep. For good.

Dexter Rigsby: Damn right ya are! You may not know it, but yer ready.

Lady Die: I know what IIII'MM ready for? A nice relaxing bath with bath crys...

Mr. West: Stop being so crude, Lady.

{Lady Die sticks her tongue out at West as Sense opens the trunk of the car and pulls out his ring gear. He walks past the trio and begins untying the casket that was crudely tied to the roof of the car.}

Lex Sense: I can trust you three. My life is just getting started. I'm going to go back and find out what else I believed to be the truth but is really a lie. I am going to need your help in doing just that.

{Lady Die, Mr. West and Dexter Rigsby all look determined to assist Lex in any way. Sense pulls the casket off the hood and then holds up on his shoulders with ease. He picks up his bag with his free hand and slings it over his shoulder and turns to walk away. The three companions begin following so he stops and turns his head to face them.}

Lex Sense: However, tonight, I can do this alone. I will not be needing your help on this night. I am going into this event with baggage on my shoulders and walk out with no burdens to bear. Angel and I will be forced to see our lives flash before our eyes and one of us will have to do the unthinkable and at the end of the night, regardless of what Angel believes, we will...

Let it end.

{Sense continues his march to war as the three are left behind. Dexter scoots close to West and whispers in his ears.}

Dexter Rigsby: You ain't told him about his mum, have you?

Mr. West: All in due time.

Lady Die: I hope he wins tonight.

{Sense continues walking into the arena. The camera right behind him.}

Lex Sense: It's ridiculous what men will go through to earn a little extra cash. It's ridiculous of you Angel to believe that this has nothing to do with winning and losing. If that's the case, then why are we feuding in front of a live studio audience. You may think I'm the liar but you're the one confused. You seem to think that this match up between us isn't going to end... But it is.

With me standing over your shallow grave.

You want me to voice my intentions, fine. I'm going to take your old ass out behind the shed and Old Yeller the crap out of you!

Meaning I'm going to end your rabid filled misery for your own good.

I apologize for pulling you out of your sweet life of retirement but I just needed to test my mettle against you. I wanted to know if I could truly bring out the best within me. I always knew I was better than the way I was acting. I just didn't have the guts to accept that the life I was living, I was living for someone else. Now, thanks to you, I get to live my life for myself and as my first act as a free man...

I am going to show you an act of mercy and bring your campaign to rid nCw of those you've deemed to be weak to an abrupt end.

I guess your plan to make me better has worked only it wasn't in your image.

It's in my own image that I now create a path of brilliant dominance for.

{Sense enters the arena as everything fades to white.}

Am I ready to die alone?

No.

Will I if it has to be that way?

Yes.

I have lived the better part of my young life alone. Even with people surrounding me. I was never without feelings of solitude. It's lonely in the dark areas of life where I wept. I don't want to die alone...

But I am prepared to if that means that I do it with my head held high.

Unlike you Angel, the only point I'm looking to make is that the future has become the present. That the old has exited the building with Elvis and the new is breaking down the building's doors with whomever can be constituted as today's version of The King.

As much as I hate you, Angel, I can not deny the fact that you were right. How can I expect to feel if I don't know what feelings feel like. I was created to cause suffering and distress. GOD made me to fight. I was forged for war. It's the only time I feel alive. So to truly answer your question I'm going to leave you with this...

I would like to be surrounded by loved ones. I would love my last days on Earth to be spent with those I cherish. It's just... Not in the cards for me. So I fight to resurrect what little life I have left and If I was to die on this night by your hands, then I could die with a smile because for that brief moment when you and I shared a ring and showed the world exactly what it means to wrestle,... In that moment when the fans cheered for a well done wrestling exhibition,... In that moment when you look down at my incapacitated body for the last time...

I wouldn't have been alone.

There's nothing more that I can say to you other than... Good luck, mate.

May the sense of peace be with you.