And so I was left.

Staring up at the lights.

My vision blurred, slipping in and out of consciousness.

Nothing was what it seemed.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.

I did see one thing, though.

High... so high above... were two men.

The final two men.

Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.

The World Champion, the last hope.

The great evil opposing him, the man I failed to stop. I failed...

They couldn't come to blows, though. He couldn't be touched. It was the law.

Was it really going to end up any other way?

Lets me see.

And so he did it.

The Devil had his day.

Despite all of my efforts... all of our efforts... he accomplished his goal.

Dave Harley became the WWA World Heavyweight Champion.

As below, so above and beyond, I imagine.
Drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope.
Watch it bend.

He had his day...

Yet it was only a single day.

Much can change in a day.

Much did change; and not for the better.

But whatever can be changed... can also be changed back.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must,
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

They say every cloud has a silver lining.

Amidst the deep blackness, there is always a ray of hope... however small, it is still there.

Up until now, I didn't believe them.

Up until now, I believed that you and no one else could shape your destiny.

Up until now, I believed that if you failed, there was nothing you could do except pick yourself up and try to rebuild... on the offchance that you might get another shot.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
Lets me see.

I was wrong.

There is so much more,
And beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.

Something happened. I don't know what, but I now my ray of hope. I now have my silver lining.

Somehow, by some loophole rule, I have a shot at the WWA World Title. It may have been that I scored the most eliminations... I don't remember. It may have been that I get a shot when I finally drop the US Title... or maybe that's just a figment of my imagination.

It doesn't matter.

Whatever happened, I have one more opportunity, one more chance to set things straight. I have my shot.

And Mal Somers has his shot.

Even (and I hate to say it)... even Tracer Bullet has his shot, or so I'm told. And he earned it. We all did.

There was one man who didn't earn anything, yet won everything.

He leeched off the hard work of others, lurking in the background, waiting for the opportune moment to strike, and sink his fangs into the next unsuspecting victim, with his little personal army at his beck and call.

Do you see what I'm getting at?

As below, so above and beyond, I imagine.
Drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope.

Dave Harley came, saw, and conquered. He took all. He took all, yet he deserved nothing.

But that doesn't matter.

Watch it bend.

Dave Harley thinks he is the Devil.

He thinks he is almighty, the omnipotent force of the WWA.

He thinks he is untouchable, unbeatable, with the Devil's Own following him everywhere he goes. He thinks his rise to the top of the food chain was inevitable.

He has no idea.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.

Dave Harley has no comprehension of darkness, no comprehension of true evil, true cruelty.

He knows no inner turmoil. He knows not what it is to struggle, what it is to have everything thrown at you, and still go on, even though it may seem everyone, everything is against you.

He knows nothing.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

But right now, there's nothing I can do. I'm lying in a hospital bed somewhere in Chicago, unable to move my limbs. All I can do is sit here, and think, reflect on what I've done, and look to what I must do.

Right now, there's nothing Mal Somers can do. He still can't legally touch Dave Harley. He's helpless, and by the time it's lifted, I fear it will be too late.

There's nothing Tracer Bullet can do. He is too selfish, too utterly bent to his own desires, his own 'needs'. He is deluded, his mind clouded.

There is still resistance. Craven Moore still stands. He still fights. There are others with him, as well; but they're not enough. Not on their own.

I embrace my desire to,
Feel the rhythm, to feel connected.
Enough to step aside and weep like a widow.

For now, Dave Harley and the Devil's Own reign supreme.

To feel inspired, to fathom the power.

For now.

To witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain.

Every day, I grow stronger.

With every agonising minute that crawls past, knowing I'm helpless, my desire strengthens.

To swing on the spiral of our divinity.

Finally, the WWA's eyes have been opened.

Everyone now knows the threat that the Devil's Own pose.

Everyone now knows what it will take to make sure that doesn't happen.

And do everything in their power to stop it.

And still be a human.

The era of the Devil has begun.

But it will not last.

There will come a time when finally, Dave Harley is overthrown, and order is restored to the WWA.

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself.
Between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.

Once and for all.

I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out.

This week, I've been put into a match.

It's the Muppet Man and Tracer Bullet vs Mal Somers and Craven Moore.

Harley's certainly using his influence.

I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.

Heh.

And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.

I can't even move from this bed, and they expect me to wrestle?

They expect me to wrestle alongside Tracer Bullet, and against the men who will oppose our new dictator?

How can I?

We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Spiral out.

Every day comes with new hope.

Keep going.

It's time to let the winds carry me on.

Spiral out.

And we'll see what tomorrow brings.

Keep going...



Lyrics taken from "Lateralus" by Tool. Draw your own conclusions.