Post by Scar on Mar 6, 2022 10:02:04 GMT -5
The Burial
We catch up with Scar in exactly the one place that he would need to be for this particular vision into whatever he's going through. It's a cemetery. Very likely one that he knows well considering that he's standing here with a shovel.
It's raining, not enough to obscure our vision but enough to make the fact that he's out here in fatigues and no shirt, showing off that scarred body of his, something to take notice of. He doesn't react to the water at all, it just smacks into his rough skin regardless.
Scar eventually tilts his head in the moment where he continues to stare at the gravestone that's in front of him but we can't make out the words on it. It's blurry. Whatever it says, though, it seems to be having an effect on Scar. His hand closes around the handle of that shovel a bit tighter.
Death.
It's something that haunts us all.
Whether we want to admit it or not.
They say for you to live your life to the fullest, every single day. But not because they truly want you to be happy or to experience everything that life has to offer. But because you could die at any moment.
Whether you're ready for it or not.
Scar lifts the shovel up and takes it to the ground in front of him. His already muddy boots pushing down on the shovel as it disturbs what should be sacred ground.
The look on Scar's face is one of focus and determination at this moment. Nothing is going to stop him from digging.
What happens when you think about death?
What do you actually believe happens to us after we're gone?
Are we really remembered by those we left behind or is that just something we use to comfort ourselves when we know our demise is imminent?
I've lost a lot of people. Some have been family members, some have been friends, and others have been soldiers working alongside me as I fight for everything I believe in.
And I remember every person I've lost.
Every. One.
Scar's still digging and it looks like some time lapsing has happened because there's also a big pile of dirt nearby as Scar seems to be digging himself deeper into this hole he's made in the ground.
I refuse to let a day go by that I don't show the world just how much they meant to me.
That I don't try to make them proud.
That I don't fight for their lives, their honor, their...
Pride.
Scar takes a small break from his digging and shoveling when the shovel smacks into something hard. His head tilts once again and the digging becomes more focused and precise... to free the coffin.
In my life, your people are all you have.
We don't have the luxury of being famous or having money or even being respected. We have to fight tooth and nail for everything. We have to claw our way from the bottom to the top...
Every time we're faced with an obstacle.
We scale mountains just for the slightest hope of being given an opportunity. Nothing's handed to us...
Except death.
But I say...
Scar stabs the shovel into the dirt around the coffin now that he's given himself some room. He takes a deep breath and reaches for the side of the coffin.
Fuck That.
Scar pulls on the clasp to get the coffin open. It's at this point that we realize this coffin is on the smaller side. It must belong to a child.
I'm not lettin' this system hold me or mine down anymore.
People can throw whatever they want at me but from this day forward...
I'm not stoppin'. I'm not pausin'.
I'm going to take myself to the top and I'm going to make sure that there's not a damn thing anyone out there can do to stop me.
Scar pulls open the coffin to reveal...
Not The M.A.N.
It's empty.
Not My Past.
Except for a necklace. Scar hesitates before grabbing it and holding it up. On it there's a family ring.
Not Even...
Scar climbs out of the hole he's made and stands in front of it and the gravestone. He pulls the chain over his head to let the ring dangle around his neck.
Death.
Scar takes one last look at the gravestone, clutches his hand around the ring and then walks out of frame. It's at this point the blurriness is cleaned up enough to see the name on the gravestone.
Killian Sharp.
I died a long time ago.
I watched my family bury an empty casket from across the street.
I watched them give up on me and move on with their lives.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't hate them for that. For not even caring enough to keep searching for me.
But that's how this shit is.
That's how this world is.
Even your own blood will turn their back on you when given the opportunity.
They'll take whatever love they claimed they had for you and toss it aside.
Just so they can move on with their lives and no longer have to think about you.
They'll do whatever it takes to make themselves feel better.
We catch up to Scar at the black vehicle convoy that's parked along the street. Members of The Pride are dressed in black and standing along their trucks and SUVs. Even Prey is curled up near the tire of the second SUV in the convoy. That also happens to be where Karma and Erika Stevens are standing.
Scar looks at the both of them. They share a silent exchange of nodding before everybody starts climbing back into their vehicles. Erika Stevens leads Prey into the backseat while Karma pulls herself into the driver's seat.
Scar climbs into the back, Prey lays her head on his lap and he looks through the open window back at the open grave he's left.
Don't be afraid of death.
Embrace it.
Because once you conquer that fear...
As the convoy starts to pull off, Scar holds up what is obviously a detonator of some kind. No hesitation. He just pushes the damn button.
There's nothing left.
We cut back to the open coffin where there's a pile of C4 and a blinking light. Suddenly, the whole thing explodes with fire and smoke and cemeterial debris.
The dust and smoke overtaking the entire scene for just a moment.
- - - -
As the smoke and dust finally fades away we find ourselves in another location. That visual transition looking pretty damn slick as Scar walks through the smoke and dust to plant himself facing the camera.
"Here's what's going to happen."
"When I stomp into the ring with Marc Aaron Newton on March 15th, there's going to be a battle. I say a battle because I've already been at war with The M.A.N and this is going to absolutely pale in comparison to what I've actually already been dealing with by nature of... being born."
"There's nothing that Newton can bring to the table that I haven't already dealt with on a more serious and personal level."
"So I encourage him to bring everything he's got. Because I'm going to do the same."
"You see, I don't have anything left to lose. I've lost everything I ever cared about. So much so that I've had to actually find a new family, a Pride. And now that I have, the only thing that matters is that I show them that I am the leader that they believe me to be. That I will guarantee their success."
"And that I will take them with me on my rise to the top."
"I'm not gonna' stand here and try to lie to anyone, myself, about my time here in Project: Underground. It's been a horrible experience. I've lost battles that I know I should've won. I could stand here and say that the deck has been stacked against me. That my fate has been left up to the whims of a coin toss. But none of that is true."
"The truth is that it's been me. Every time. I've failed to be the man that I claim to be almost every time I've stepped into that ring in Philadelphia. Why?"
"Because I was scared."
"Scared to actually let myself be who I fought to become. When I left my family behind and let them believe that I was lost, dead, whatever the case may be... I decided that I was going to be something else. I let Killian Sharp die and my hopes of being in the Sharp Dynasty with it."
"All to become Scar, the man standing before you today."
"And I'll be damned if I let my chance to make my own way, forge my own path, live my own life... be stunted by My First Pyramid Scheme."
"Not happenin'."
"Project: Underground is in for a rude awakening. I've sulked in the shadows long enough. I've watched as others have passed me by and I've realized that there's not a damn thing that any of them have that I don't."
"I'm already dead."
"There's nothin' left for me to fear."
"The only thing that's standing in the way of making Project: Underground mine, is me."
"I've been buried once already in this lifetime."
"Never again."
"Marc Aaron Newton?"
"I would apologize for you having to be the one that I put down but I don't really give a shit. You're in my crosshairs and if I gotta' snipe you to get to that throne, then that's what I'm gonna' do."
"Prepare yourself because when that bell rings, I'm comin' for you with everything I have because I need to put this past behind me. I need to prove that Project: Underground is only the first step in my life, my legacy."
"And not because I need this for myself. Or to stick it to my family. Or to even prove it to this shitty roster that are all fighting for the most idiotic things."
"No. This is a Matter of Pride."
Scar's sinister grin is back one more time.
"Be Prepared."
Wink.
