The unopened door opens inwards, alike my other doors. The carving on the door face is visible, yet from this angle cannot be identified. The font is in old text, and there are two letters. The door opens, and music begins to play. The music was triggered by a switch in the floor to sense when someone was entering it.

My friends, that music brought back memories. For this was my fate, and my destiny is revolved around this music.

As Princes of the Universe continues to play through the room from large speakers placed in each corner, Danny Starr flicks a light on, which radiances the entire room. The light reveals a dark blue rug with a huge symbol in the center, that the symbol of HS, the High Society. A gigantic High Society symbol is on the wall across from Danny, the H blue, and the S red. Along the wall, in hanged portraits are former High Society members such as Eric Rayne, Tony Gold, Jared Sengir, Guy McDonald, Steven Fury, Brian Gambit, even a legacy symbol.

The root of which my ways have been brought amongst you. The standard is class, and pride; the respectful High Society. Quite a sensational group of fellows and ladies if you were to ask anyone in their prime.

Danny Starr moves closer to the wall, leans in to the portrait of Steven Fury.

Ah yes. The mastermind behind the entire High Society, perhaps the most respected; God knows I respect him.

The portrait Danny is staring at is now Eric Rayne's who is beside Steven's portrait.

The Final Degree. Bribed my court's jury as a backup plan against the judge, who Kevin Conner had threatened the night before. Eric Rayne was responsible for entering me into the High Society, near it's downfall. Possibly the two most important in my mind; possibly the most important to my destiny. It wasn't more than a week after I had joined the High Society that it died. Faster than I could create a reputation, before I could even meet my fellow team mates.

Danny Starr searches for the right words as he continues to scroll past the portraits along the wooden wall.

High Society was built around a Legacy, which harbored the Foundation of Sensation, in our greatest glory. Perhaps the FOS would be more powerful today if Steven Fury hadn't obliterated the High Society name before I had a chance to speak. I'm the only one left in the High Society! I'm the only one continuing this damned legacy!

Danny looks down for a second to calm himself down from his bitter hatred.

No one paid any attention to me; I was just the rookie. I was just looking for a place to rise, and they were correct! My career would have been set until I had died. THAT was my destiny; that was my dream. Steven Fury took my dream with the iron hands in which he ran with a fist, and gripped my entire life. He gripped it within his powerful palms, and threw it to the ground; my dreams were shattered along with my pride, my enthusiasm for the business, and most of all… my respect for the High Society, and Steven Fury. My destiny as destroyed along with the destruction of the most powerful interfed stable in professional wrestling as we know it.

I was paid no attention, for I was disrespected by the leader. I had no reason to live, no intention, no plans for the future. My self-esteem was massacred, and all I could do was find another path in which to take control of. Nothing worked out, however. I finally came to the thought of perhaps asking Steven to bring back the High Society, perhaps Eric Rayne would. No luck; None at all. After constant refusals, I had figured it out. They didn't want to take me under their wing, they wanted nothing to do with me. I had the right skills and talent to be one of them, but their precious Gladiator Wrestling Association was too very important. Perhaps the scars on my chest are my fate…

"My Path is Defined"

Tusuae', for I had to obliterate The Circle. I considered this not to be a destiny, however, a goal. A minor goal in which would set my self esteem, set my pride, set my intentions, along with my future!

A fantasy World.

You claim I was in a fantasy world with my expectations from this "war". You consider me to be out of touch with reality to ever pretend to fathom the rare success of my plans. You were correct, you were right! I wasn't in touch with the real world; I wasn't thinking straight. How could just me and my little group of Sensationals stand up against The Circle?

The Circle.

The Circle in which contains the best of GWA? The CIRCLE in which is in control of the GWA? The Circle in which Steven Fury is apart of?

A smile appears on Danny's face.

It must definitely be that very Circle. It makes me sick to see their success; It gives me a sickening stomach ache when a person who dropped me to the curb is making such great success running the GWA. I had originally come for a chance at success once again; only to be disappointed once again by Steven Fury leaving the GWA. I could not bare to be the pawn in his game any longer; I couldn't control my anger; I couldn't hold back my evil plans of vengeance. My world was overtaken by a large mass of fantasy. My dreams gave me hope; gave me pleasure. The mere thought of concluding what no other stable in GWA could do, being done by the Foundation of Sensation, MY group. For once, I would become something. For once, I would raise the sword, and lead my men into battle to win a war.

This isn't about anything other than respect, Circle. Steven Fury showed me absolutely none, when for him, All I gave was respect. I wasn't in touch with the real world; However, the reality is The Circle is just too powerful for me. It's just too powerful for my soldiers; too powerful for the Foundation of Sensation. It's entirely selfish of me to send these men into a suicide mission; obvious odds are against my favor, friends. Perhaps, the dumbest mistake I had ever made. Now I was getting the brunt of the consequences; possible the longest losing streak I have ever had in my entire career of professional wrestling. All for what? For respect? For respect against a man who isn't even involved anymore? I'm destroying myself to hurt a person thousands of miles away, who probably doesn't even remember me?

Danny is quite angered by his words.

It's not fair how you can just disregard my feelings and opinions of matters. While looking at myself on a losing streak, I began to withdraw; began to become depressed because of my world has come back from a fantasy to a deep, dark hell. It snapped; my mind suddenly realized what I needed to do; My reality was now clear, and I could see my fate; I could see my future; and I most definitely saw my destiny. In order to have my respect, and the right vengeance… I had to go to the source. Steven Fury, I hear by challenge YOU at Requiem.

You are retired, home with MJ, yet another Circle member. Please don't decline… even though I know you will. I followed your history well enough to know you would never come back to face me, nor anyone for that matter. You're living up the rest of your life, with your estate, and castle. What would you waste your treasured time with me for? I'll tell you why, Steven. Respect and Pride are two things. Respect is earned, and Pride is grown from earned respect. I don't need your respect anymore, Steven. Now I just want to make a fool of the man I once looked up to. The man I had once admired, even envied. Your defiance of me by declining to this challenge is most presumed, so I took the liberty of making this personal; Just to assure my spot against you at the end of May.

Danny Starr looks at the large High Society symbol draping down from wall to floor.

For the first time since I can remember clearly, my destiny is certain. You are my destiny, Steven. My redemption will be known within the next week. My depression is over, and my contemplating has ended. I wasn't a natural specimen, no, in fact; I'm a master plan. I am a messiah! I am a chosen one sent straight from the great lord himself; I was born to destroy Steven Fury and his entire entourage; his entire faction; and I will not rest or sleep until the ungrateful, disrespect oath feels my sensationalism within his soul in which I will torture.

Requiem

The definition matches your fate. 'The mass for the dead'. I will leave a trail of dead legacies and High Societies in which you have conquered and led. The souls of those who had been tightened within your grasp will rebel against the high power which is Steven Fury. Nothing from any Circle can stop my rage from reaching my destiny! Nothing can end my constant thirst for your blood, and my intense hunger for your pride.

As Danny exits the room, the music slowly fades as the door closes, also turning off the trigger which started the music to begin with. The lights goes off automatically, as Danny is not standing in the Hall of Sensation. The walls are covered with portraits, some empty… yet some filled with lost careers at the hands of "The Sensation". He approaches an empty frame randomly along the wall row made of frames.

This portrait will soon hold that of a man who has scorned my life. A man who has carved their thoughts into my own skin; Creating words with my crimson blood flowing to the top of the opening in my chest. As I lay unconscious, at a loss of blood, the perpetrator manages to decorate the entire room as if I were a human sacrifice. I will not prey on this man more than an instance. The lack of class and decency is unavoidable as the man remains hidden. Only a coward hides in the shadows, stalking his prey, without any acknowledgement for their identity. My mind isn't concerned with his or her plans.

Crisis is teaming along with this possible perpetrator? My chum, Michael Diamond, and I will defeat the team of twits, and I will know who carved me up, rather cowardly. My path is defined for Steven Fury; and soon Crisis or whoever did this to me, you'll be asking the question "Why (WASN"T IT) me?"

Danny Starr begins to walk towards the opposite end of the hallway.

A requiem constructed by Danny Starr? Now THAT'S Sensational!

I walk to the climax of the hall of sensation, and continue to look around at my treasured items and archives. Until another chapter arrives in my life, my chaps, rivals, and followers must continue to wait. Until my reality concludes, I will remain in my small retreat until the dawning of a new day, and a new era.