We fade in on a cryptkeeper like set. It looks like some sort of low budget production set of a haunted house. We see skulls, flickering candles, puppets of crows, etc. All about the set. Finally we get to a mirror. The lights flash for a moment and on the otherside of the mirror from us is Ataxia, waving at us like an excited two year old. He's wearing his black and white tuxedo, black tie, white poofy dress shirt, black opera gloves, black boots, and his brown sack like mask. The iris of his eyes are blood red and they match his teeth as he has a face splitting grin on his face. Black and white makeup randomly cover the parts of his face we can see.

"Mirror Mirror rubbing my balls..."

Ataxia slides his groin up against the mirror and he licks the glass. We see the saliva smudge the glass from the tongue.

"Whose gonna to feed Cypher to the Abyssive Maul?!!...Oh it's me!!"

Ataxia walks thru the looking glass and then reaches back and wipes off the saliva stain from the other side. He looks at the camera.

"I know. You're not gonna fall for parlor tricks right? After all you're some kind of genius with the computer. You're a guy who likes to have control. Control of your narrative. Control of your image. Control of your life...but actually you're in control of not a god damn thing pretty boy."

Ataxia chuckles and walks over to the camera and pets it for a moment.

"You see. This whole time. I've been in control. What do I mean by that. Think of our first match. You eliminated me out of the five people participating. Then I found out you were gonna be in TLOU Two...So I made it a point to return the attack upon me. And I knew it would piss you off...especially if you lost. So now you come out and challenge me...Challenge me to a match...It's almost like I planned it right? But then look at me...why would I do that? Why would I push you into a match? Why would I do that if I thought you were an actual threat? Because...you...are...my...bitch! You took the bait and now I get to get to work."

Ataxia licks his lips and smiles. "And damn I love my work..."

The scene shifts a bit to where we see Ataxia walking outside of the haunted house thru the graveyard. He walks carrying a burnt flesh covered skull. He walks over and places the skull on a headstone.

"What makes someone who they are? Is it the butter tub of fat mayonaise that drives this flesh mecha around? Is it what we manifest inside of ourselves? What makes you...well you? What makes Cypher who he is? Well, this reminds me of a story. The story goes a man opened his home to a man who was homeless. He fed the man. He clothed the man. He became like a brother to the man. Then one day they went up to the volcano and the man hung the other man over the edge...and before he dropped the man in...that's when he met the other man for the first time. See. I already met you. I already know you. The big thing is Cypher. Is that I get to show you the truth. I get to take the mask off of you. As far as that other man...well...meet Joe...he doesn't talk much since I took him to the volcano...AHAHAHAHHAA!!"

Ataxia licks the skull and punt kicks it into the sky.

"The difference between you and Joe is that I don't have to burn you to know the real you. You're a coward. You bluster. You puff. You beat on your chest like a gorilla to think that you can beat me. Cracker...I don't give a flying fuck about this match. You do. You want to win. You want to beat me. You want to expose me...well if you wanted to expose me buddy all you had to do was buy me dinner first. Dollar Menu Parfee will do. but see the true thing is you think you can beat me. You need to beat me. Because your little friend embarassed you and since you really can't seem to get it up enough to get the job done you've decided to call me out. Which tells me you think I'm weak. You think it'll be easy to pin me or make me tap out. Let me clarify this for you. Very clearly. I'm not here to beat you in a match. I'm here to rip your facade away and show the world just what kind of a fucking coward you really are. You're going to be exposed more than a life drawing model and I am going to make sure everyone gets a good eyeful of you in the coldest shrinkage ever unseen!"

Ataxia keeps walking around the graveyard and picks up a shovel.

"Now most people would call this a burial. And it is. Note it's not golden. I'm not finishing you off. No, because I see some potential in you. A man can't be a coward and be a real man until he accepts his fear. You're going to accept it. Because I'm gonna tear everything that you think about yourself down to the basic elements and then, even you, will know who you really are. Now I know you think that I am going to do some weird shit in this match to get inside of your head but the truth is I'm already there. Tell me. In the middle of the night. When you're all alone with your thoughts. Do you see me in the shadows going "Hai Frand?", because I'll let you in on a secret. I am. You see, you think that because you can manipulate the most powerful and fasting information network in the world that you can find out anything about anybody. Tell me...what do you know about me? Did you know that there have been at least six known bearers of this mask and only a few have ever revealed who they are? How do you know who I am? For that matter...I could be someone you've wronged in the past for all you know Cypher and that's the beauty of this. You don't know dick. And it's glorious to watch you scramble and prattle on like an idiot about things you know god damn nothing about you fucking reject form "Hackers"! Hack the planet man...it's really sad when you're someone who makes Matthew Lillard look like god damn Bruce Willis. The truth is very much one thing though Cypher. Whatever you think is going to happen...it doesn't matter. Because even if I lose...I still win...Ahhahhaha...HAhhahhHAhahHahHa...AHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAH!!!"

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