Hold the candle to the flame, and light the way.

[Falcon]

Now, as I lay here in the dark
And I think back to the start

(Cemetaries aren't the friendliest of places, often times visiting one is simply a reminder that one's loved one is gone. We focus on a grey casket, a man in white at the head, people crowded around in black.)

Slowly, little by little, piece by piece.. I lose who I am. Not by choice, but by the virtue of the passing of time.

Preacher: We are gathered here today to lay to rest a good man, a man who burned with such a passion that it echoed in everything he did. His love for what he did was felt across the oceans and all four corners of the world. He was a devoted friend, who stood for loyalty, and understanding in even the darkest of times...

I know some things have to end
For the next one to begin

(The camera pans around the casket, and see some familiar faces, in black suits or black classical dresses. The faces of IWF, Angel, Spike Kane, Rob Diamond, Ayla St. James, and a host of others, both past and present. Others who some might recognize from other wrestling promotions.)

We give so much as these athlete entertainers. We work through the hurt and the pain, the nagging injuries and the psychological damage. We do it with a smile, because those who step into the ring make a choice that this is what they want, come hell or highwater. I was born for this, and though it costs me greatly, this is what I do. The cost.. is unbelievably high.

Preacher: A man who stands by his principles, creates the deadliest of enemies as well as the staunchest of allies. A man who stands by his principles, flinches not in the face of danger, no matter how great, nor does he shy away from the weak. Like the Lord Jesus himself, this man stood for what he believed in, we can ask no more of any man.. Today, we lay this man to rest. Anyone have anything to say?

I walk alone free at last
I feel the pressure letting go
From the very bottom of my soul

(Around the grave, the people toss in flowers, piling on top of the casket like a farewell greeting from a good friend. As each does, they turn away, walking off into the distance without looking back.)

The more I press on, the less I have to hold. It's liberating... in a way. It used to be, I ignored the other half of myself, because I knew that trying to balance both would only cost me more. So, I refused to entrap myself. When I thought it was over, I knew I no longer needed to ignore them. So I tried. Now, as I get older, I look back at the things I tried.. and realized that it may never have been worth it to try at all.

Preacher: Seems not. Perhaps this man had everything said to him while he was with us. I envy a man with that kind of fufillment.

Flesh and bone fall to past
Like the ashes in the rain
And fade away

(The Preacher sighed and heavily hung his head, walking away. We shift the frame, to the same grave, but now it has been filled in. It's pouring rain, but one man stands there, clutching a handful of flowers. The paint on his face remaining despite the rain running down from the top of his scalp.)

People discuss regret far more often than they should. I should have done this, or I wish I'd of done that when I had the chance. I refuse to deal with that, because it only leads to questioning yourself. I look at things from a practical side, and so far, it's suited me pretty well. Well enough for people to proclaim me, Legend.

It's my funeral
Welcome you all
This is the end of the line
So thank you for coming along

(The flowers fell from the fingers that held them. We focus on the epitaph, and it reads K. Braddock, though there's no date from starting or ending. The figure stared at it in silence, as another hooded figure appeared behind him, dressed in black like death itself.)

If there's no point in trying to have things I cannot, then there is nothing left for me. The man I tried to be is gone, all that is left is the bird. My house is no longer a home, all I have left is the ring. But don't cry for me Argentina.. I'd have it no other way.

(Falcon turned around, and the two stared at one another as the rain fell in heavy torrents. The figure slowly pulled back his hood, to see the face of IWFs resident God, Savior X. There was a tense stare down, then from a sleeve, Angel drew a black rose, and tossed it onto the grave.)

My time has come
I don't wanna leave you behind
But this one I'll do on my own

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You can spend all day discussing the ins and outs of such a cluster fuck match, who has the skills, who has the stamina.. and well, no matter what you said, you'd probably right. We can go on and on about championships from here or there, wins, losses, death defying stunts, overly ridiculous moves.

What... the... fuck.. would.. be.. the... point...?

We can spend all night throwing around threats and choruses about who can do what to whom and with what object. But quite frankly, I don't have the patience anymore to go through everything and nitpick all your flaws and tell you how you can be a better or happier person. Though that might be mainly because for most of you I'd just be rehashing the same crap you didn't listen to last time, and well, to me that would be pretty annoying to even consider discussing.

No.. this is about something else entirely for me.

I want another shot at God.

Make no mistake about it, as much as some people might protest, Malaki isn't walking away from this, title intact. You think a man like Spike Kane, who has bore the moniker God of Xtreme, would make a peace pact with a man simply because he felt like it? No, he knows the deal as well as anyone else. He's also been biding his time until this match. A chance to strike the enemy when he's looking elsewhere.

Not that I blame him, it's an effective strategy. However, Micheal, as Godly as you think you can be, you still don't know what you're walking into. But I know you won't understand, and that's what makes this all the more sad.

I could go on, mocking Alex or Laszlo for being choke artists, but that's pretty forced and unimpressive. I could sit here and make all sorts of jokes about Twilight or True Blood or any other of the countless vampire craze nonsense and just throw Sephiroths name in there, but it's not worth the effort. Or I could mock Cross for being a disrespectful shit and how everything he's ever suffered has been his own fault, or laugh at his silly obsession with inserting his friends into a television show and pretending it's real life.

But none of that makes any sort of difference.

The Kyle everyone knows is gone. For years, I let life, as most of you pretend it to be, pass me by. I let things go, because I knew the risks of asking another human being to take part of the hell that can be professional wrestling. I thought I was doing a good thing, sacrificing my time to save someone from pain.

In the end, it left me with nothing, even after it was supposed to end.

But none of that matters anymore. All I have left is the ring, and five men standing between me and another chance at God. Nothing personal, but I'm going to tear each of you into pieces if I must. Not because I hate you, or I even have any care or concern for you as a person, but because you stand between me, and the thing I'm after.

The horrifying thing is you all know I can do it. That's just a normal Sunday night for me. Put a ladder in my hands, and everything just gets a little more fun is all.

Kyle is gone.

Falcon remains.

Is is perhaps fate or irony that this comes about at the Night of the Immortals? A God, a couple Phoenixes, a vampire, whatever Mikes nickname is, and the Immortal? Maybe it was designed so, but either way, it's a literal clash of the Titans..

While all of you have this accomplishment or that to be respected and admired, I'm after a much bigger hunt in the sight scope. That's just what it is. You just happen to all be standing in the way. You get one warning..

Be prepared.

I was dangerous when I had to balance my rage with my humanity. I was successful when I extended my hand in aid, rather than in divine justice. Now that my humanity is dead, and the aid is no longer offered.. you just have one question to answer...

How fucked are you?

Spoiler warning, the answer is Very.