Burning Memories.

The scene opens on a rainy day in Guadalajara Mexico with a view of Kaos and Kruel's childhood home. The sound of raindrops hitting the old roof is a sound that is so peaceful you could fall asleep to it. That is until you see the one face that spells anything except for peace and tranquillity.





Kruel stands on the dilapidated front porch of his and his brother's childhood home. He is holding a picture of him and his brother when they were teaming at a local show somewhere in Mexico.




Kruel: Brother, brother, brother, I guess you want to know just like everyone else why I did what I did. Why I left you laying in bad enough condition that the paramedics had to take you from ringside straight to the hospital where you spent quite some time from what I've been told. Why would I attack my brother, why would I turn on my own flesh and blood, Propia sangre? The answer might not be as clear to you but listen up because I am only going to tell you just one time. Over ten years we have teamed together, I can't name a time or a place where you have sealed the deal or were the reason for victory as a matter of fact, nine times out of ten you were the reason we lost if that was the case. I had no issue carrying us through the local Mexican scene because we were young, we still won and we carried gold. Fast forward, we got our first shot on national television for The Entity in a number one contenders match for the tag team championships and we lost to The House Of Wolves.. watch the tape K, who lost that match? Kaged in, another loss to the Show Stealerz and it's pretty easy to figure out if you once again just check some footage. You are dead weight. We had two separate chances to propel ourselves to tag team gold and solidify ourselves and as per always you just weren't up to scratch. As far as I'm concerned you had it coming a lot sooner. It's as simple as this hermano, I'm better off on my own and you have no future without me.

Kruel leans forward against the crooked porch and observes the storm.

Kruel: This is your chance K. It's your big chance to make me eat my words and I know you have been waiting for this moment.. or have you? Are you going to be able to fight back against your own, hermano? If you do, are you going to be able to keep up? Caer En Deschracia on the concrete floor running thick in your brain? I smell fear. Fear of severe injury, fear of what Mater would think. While you are having an anxiety attack like you do, I will be preying on your every mistake and I couldn't care less what Mater would think even if she's rolling around in her grave.

Kruel walks through the destroyed front screen door and into the house and pans around at the destruction that's been caused over the years.

Kruel: Look K, just like our bond, the house we grew up in is destroyed most likely but unruly kids like us when we were young. ironic isn't it?

Kruel walks further into the home and into the bedroom where he and his brother stayed as children. He holds up the photo of himself and his brother and glances at it and then puts it back down to his side.

Kruel: I hope you have prepared yourself for what's to come, hermano. There will be no mercy and this will put a barrier in our relationship for the rest of our lives much like this right here.

Kruel wanders back out through the house to the front porch where he came in and grabs a gasoline canister. He walks back into the house and begins to pour gas everywhere. He holds up the photo of him and his brother and pulls out a lighter and sets it on fire. He lets the photo burn for several seconds before tossing it onto the pile of gasoline and setting the inside of the house into a raging blaze. Kruel laughs maniacally and heads out the back door while the house quickly becomes engulfed fully in flames and smoke. When he reaches the back porch he takes a look and sees that the flames have begun to burn away at the roof and come through it. He turns around and right there in front of him is a casket with the name "Kaos" spray painted right across the top of it.

Kruel: You recklessly fell right into my trap. You followed me right to your grave without a care in the world, without thinking of any of the consequences that comes with a match like this. I dangled the opportunity to fight me right before your very eyes and you took the leap. Smash could have offered you a bag of pennies and you would have taken the chance anyway. As it's always done, your complacence has once again got you in hot water only this time the water is scalding. My brother, I have a one way ticket to hell and I'm going to serve you with it in Vegas.

Kruel sits back and watches in amusement as his childhood home burns hotter than the fires in hell. He turns and leans against the casket and continues to watch as the house burns to the ground.

Kruel: Ill leave you with this K, to walk out of this match, to walk out of Vegas in anything other than a burning sarcophagus you will have to kill your own brother, you and I both know that you can't physically or mentally but you are going to have to. See you in Vegas, hermano.

Kruel taps on the top of the casket twice and then turns and walks away from the blazing mess.

Kruel: See you in hell!

Fades to black.