 Click here for "Cold" by Static-X Hands of night gripped him, winding their enchantments around him. He traveled Corridors of darkness that took him to more darkness. There he lay and waited for the horror that he knew was coming. A voice called his name and he knew he voice and did not want to listen to it. Frantically he grabbed for the charm around his neck, knowing it would protect him, but it wasn't there! It was gone, and he knew then that the hands of night had taken it from him. Part of him fought against waking, but part of him longed to end this dark dream that seemed to have lasted his entire life. The voice was not angry with him, but gentle and filled with a quiet sorrow. ~M Weis & T. Hickman -[ Yet another dark and starry night... B-Pac is seen sititng on the roof of his mansion over-looking Myrtle Beach. A wind picks up that gets so strong it looks to sway the house but B-Pac doesn't budge. He looks down at the empty beach and then to the black ocean. He smiles as he sees the waves crashing onto the beach seemingly out of nowhere. ]- B-Pac: " The ocean is black at night... a reminder of what hate will do to you. I am represented by those little waves that come out of nowhere and crash down on the white sand of the beach; pulling the sand back in with it never to see the light again. But that is another story all-together. Tonite, the story is Malice... Lax & Max against Dick and I. Though we are consumed with hate for one another, I belive that it is a well known fact, Adam, that I have admired your style for some time now. You were an inspiration to me early on in my career... and now, you still are an inspiration to me... just a different kind. You see, you inspire me to continue with my war against the world and everything in it. You inspire me to hate those that may want what I have... or even go as far as to take what I have. Adam, with inspiration like that, I don't even see the need to have a reason to hate you... I just do. I am willing to bet that you believe all of your lies that you spread about like HIV in an open wound. You constantly have to tell yourself that you did this and you would do that... but in the end, Adam, you match up to me like a tin can to a skyscraper. Harsh consequences follow harsh actions. I am your judge and the verdict is in. You have been found guilty and at Malice, I will carry out the sentencing on your pathetic life. May God have mercy on your soul. And as for you, Max Payne... I think you know where we stand. You aided Lax in the crime therefore your punishment is inevitable as well. " -[ B-Pac stands up as his clothes blow in the wind. He walks up to an open window and steps back into the mansion. He shuts the window and turns the lights on. The room is very familiar as the camera spans out across it showing funiture with white sheets draped over it. B-Pac takes a seat behind a desk and props his feet up on the counter. ]- B-Pac: " Dick, unlike Justin Payne, I don't want to be your groupie... I don't even want to be your friend. The way I see it, you're as much a recipient of my hate as Adam Lax. I go into the match on Monday with 3 opponents, not 2. But I think that I can put my personal vandetta for you aside... at least for a few minutes... that is, if you can. I know how you feel about me, Dick. You are just itching to get me in that ring so I can rip that World Title belt from your waist and put it around mine... but it seems that something / someone doesn't want that to happen. I feel that eventually, that something / someone will fail and we'll finally get the chance to tear each other apart. I know that WoW is not ready for a match the size of B-Pac -vs- Dick Gazinya... and that is a fact. " -[ Just then, the door bell echoes throughout the house and B-Pac's eyes widen with suprise. He jumps up from his feet and walks out of the room as the camera fades... to... black. ]-  
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