Chapter One: The Rebirth
The camera flickers on and the scene opens up to an abandoned Mental Health Facility in an unknown location. Inside the facility the air is cold and it's quiet enough to hear a tapping sound that leads the camera down the dark hallway with the only glimpse of light being the one that flickers in a room seen up ahead. The door opens up and it's revealed to be the office of The Head psychologists, papers are scattered everywhere on the floor and desk and then we see the walls have Dream Killer and NightMare written everywhere and then the light flickers again and a figure appears behind the desk with a black hood over his head and taps on the desk repeatedly until the light flickers again and the sound stops and the hood is removed and we see a face we haven't seen in a long time.
It's been a very long time IIW, so much has changed for us both but you weren't here to see my growth and rebirth as I did you. You see why I was away I was never gone I had my hidden eye on you and I see the landscape has changed. No more do names like Jonny FnC and Jake E. Dangerously hold the mountain top, its now guys like Justin York, Chris Page, Crush, and Sean Raines that sit at the top for now….
The lights flicker off and then back on as Ryan now stares outside through the cracked and dirty window.
You see I've watched these men rise to power but it was only by merge luck and the fact guys like Jake retired before they arrived or the fact Jonny FnC had grown tired of this company and took his ball and went home quietly and then there is me…
Ryan slaps his hand up against the cold solid concrete wall and then uses his nails to claw down the wall.
I was taken from IIW by my brother Chris Hawkins, yes the Politician and like many politicians thought he knew what was best for me. He wanted me to accept his offer of getting help for my psyche but I never agreed to such terms but that didn't stop him from taken me from IIW and bringing me here to this sham of a Mental Health institution!
The lights flicker off again and then back and Ryan is no longer by the window but instead is walking out the door and back down the cold and quiet hallway.
You see my brother said this place would help me return back to the man I once was, that I would go back to dressing up like a sleazy politician who promised false hope to the ones gullible to listen. He said I would go back to being the carefree dreamer and back to the young promising wrestler that the family could be proud of before I took too many shots to the head.
Ryan rolls his eyes as he continues to walk down the hallway.
If only they wasnt so short sided and close minded they wouldve see I was just fine as I was. If they even bothered to tune in during my first run in IIW last year they would have seen I was more successful as this version of myself than I ever was as the pretty boy with a perfect smile.
He drags his nails against the concrete walls down the hall and starts to leave a blood trail as his fingertips start to bleed but his face expression remains the same cold and focused look.
This version they wanted me to be was a failure that could never follow through on all his objectives and goals, the old Ryan would've never had a long run as IIW Tag Team Champions with Chris Nitro where we actually faced competition during our reign.
Ryan let's out a loud sinister laugh for a moment.
But yes this was always the better version of me, back then I suppressed who I really was and what I really am. It wasn't until I let the voices in and stopped thinking of it as me being crazy, once I gave into the source of the voices I became even greater than I could ever imagine.
Still dragging his bloody nails against the concrete walls that leaves a trail behind.
I went on to beat the unbeatable Rogue and took his TV Championship that NOBODY! else could do… I destroyed his dreams so bad he couldn't even continue his wrestling career here and left. I made the man with the longest undefeated record look PATHIC! So many try to follow in his footsteps and break a record that is meaningless when he never could follow through like I did.
He stops dragging his nails and punches the concrete wall repeatedly as he stops by a door that is labeled Electrotherapy!
I took the TV Championship and made it so precious during my run, countless bodies were put before me and I slain every last one and left everlasting NightMares for them. I've made grown men cry when I shattered their dreams, but my brother did not listen.
He walks into the electro therapy room and upon entry you notice a chair that sits in the middle of the room. It has straps on the armrests and on the legs of the chair. A desk with a file on it says Ryan Hawkins sits off to the side by a wall that has a lever that controls the electricity.
You see my brother was to focus on trying to fix what was not broken and was desperate enough to try anything to silence the voices in my head. My own brother let those so-called doctors that we're trying to help me strap me down.
He takes a seat in the chair and puts the electrotherapy helmet on and straps himself to the chair.
He let them incapacitate me and watch as they hit that switch over and over again as they tried to force the voices out and revert me back to my old self.
The lights flicker on and off again and the electro therapy chair shocks Ryan, but his facial expression does not change, and he doesn't even flinch or grab chair for support.
But I never broke to their will just like I never broke to anyone's will in IIW. I laughed in their faces and told them their efforts were meaningless but they wouldn't stop just yet, once my brother told them the source of the voices they decided to HEAT things up.
The lights flicker on and off and Ryan is now out of the chair and is holding his file in his hand, he carefully opens it up and flips it to a picture of a doll that is labeled Hannaballe, he runs his bloody fingertip slowly down the picture as his eye focus in on her.
They knew she was the one that guided me down the path I needed to take, they knew she was the one I trusted the most and that I would've never broken with her at my side. They knew I would continue to be the man that tortures you to the point of insanity and made sure nobody could have a dream when I am around. So they got real desperate in their efforts to silence her and change me.
Ryan walks back down the hall with his eyes fixated on the picture still as he walks down the hall and then enters an elevator and presses a button that has the letter F on it. Creepy classical music plays as the elevator travels down and after a few moments it comes to a stop and Ryan exits the elevator and the room he steps into is warm and bright as heat and light comes from an industrial furnace. Ryan walks show upon it and looks deep into the flames.
They took us down her and made me watch as the out my beloved Hannaballe inside their hell structure and I had to sit here as she turned to ash but while I was losing it, she was calm and reminded me that her voice could not be silenced by the flame. She reminded me even when turned to ash, her voices could still reach me because Hannaballe isn't just a doll like the simple-minded believed, she is everywhere and more importantly in here.
Ryan taps on the temple of his head.
I will never be without her, and I know we will reunite one day. She is out there and I will find her but until then I will continue to follow down the path she laid out for me.
Ryan tosses his file into the furnace and watches it burn a little before turning his back and heading for a stairwell that leads up to a door, and upon opening a dim light shines through as Ryan walks out of the building and looks down the hill it sits on and down the path to a dead forest.
I am now free to be The Dream Killer again and return to IIW and bring NightMares to those that oppose me and stop.me of my goal that I must achieve by any means necessary and soon you will all know what that goal is as I get closer to it but for now I turn my attention to El Landerson.
As Ryan looks down, a replica mask of El Landersons appears in his hand, he lifts it up to his eyes and spins it around in his hand as he looks at the mask in detail.
You know I once too had a mask but unlike you El I didn't use my mask as a way to hide behind or give myself a false sense of confidence. You see I've watched you El and you believe with this mask you can achieve anything and that there is no dream out of your reach.
Ryan puts on a sinister smirk.
You even believe you could one day become IIW World Heavyweight Champion…. Such a mistake on your part but it's not your fault that your mind plays tricks on you and makes you believe you can actually achieve these things and have your name next to Jonny and Jake. You're sick El, more sick than you know but I will help you El Landerson. I will help you see that the dream you are chasing is leading you down a path of failure and I will save you the agony of that.
Still fixated on the mask, Ryan starts to take a few steps away from the building.
On my return to Monday Night Mayhem I will help you by putting you through unimaginable pain that will leave you scarred for years to come. I will try to twist, snap and break your limbs in order to subdue you physically but the pain won't stop there. I will haunt your thoughts into the point that your dreams will stop feeling warm and safe but instead, they will make you shiver at night and makes you toss and turn as your dream is now my personal playground.
He laughs sinerstly.
Im going to slowly dissect you in the ring and make your wife and daughter watch as I show them that their husband/father is nothing more than a lil boy trying to hang with the big dogs. Ive watched you struggle to win Championships, being given opportunity after opportunity and failing each time until the company felt bad enough that they brought in a useless Uprising Championship that another loser now holds and thinks hes a real Champion, that title is meaningless and holds no value to me but to you when you won it meant everything to you and in your second defense you lost it and back to corner of irrelevancy you went.
He crumbles the mask into his fist as he smirks sinisterly.
This match is going to be your burial EL Landerson after our match you’ll never want to step foot in an IIW Wrestling ring ever again. I've been reborn and set back free to torture your soul and end your fairytale dream here in IIW. I am the true meaning of fear and come Monday Night Mayhem El Landerson you will have no choice but to COME AND SEE!!!
Ryan drops the mask on the ground and walks over it as the camera flickers off and the scene goes dark….