In The Mortuary, a light fog pillows across the cemetery. Within it, the sounds of gravel and dirt being dug at a furious pace can be heard.
“I didn’t have a father.”
He keeps working hard.
“I didn’t have a mother.”
The dirt keeps getting moved without break. His voice almost a whisper.
“When Tombstone found me, I was but a boy, covered in the muck and mire of the slums. My parents? Dead. My life? Without purpose.
He took mercy upon me. He gave me this shovel and told me to dig.”
Gravedigger holds the shovel up in the air, looking at it lustfully.
“Dig until you fill the hole within, he said. Dig until you’ve covered the scars and bruises of a life of malnutrition and abuse. Put a little dirt on it.”
He smiles.
“I’m still digging…”
With a shrug of his shoulders, he returns to work.
“But the truth is, I’ve been filling that hole in my soul since the day I came to work for The Mortuary. From the day I stepped inside a grave to the moment I hit you in the face with my shovel, I’ve been filling that six foot hole with as much dirt as I can.
You know how that feels, don’t you Felix? For the longest time, you’ve been trying to fill a similar hole. Your father broke one in you from the moment you were born.
Physically and emotionally, that vast void of despair has grown and grown…. and how have you tried to fill it?”
He shrugs.
“With best friends like Blaze? With father figures like Doom, or surrogate sons like Destructo Boy? You’ve tried to fill it with family, with fire and flame, and even pain. That red light shone right through you, didn’t it?”
Gravedigger climbs out of the hole, finding a puppet of Felix Foley sat on the tombstone, watching him. This whole time he’s been talking to it. He picks it up and holds it for a moment.
“Your father created a gaping maw in your soul like my upbringing did mine. I was abused, mistreated and broken. I was desperate. But do you know the difference between us, Felix? Do you know why when we meet in a Buried Alive Match next week, I will be the one standing over you in a grave just like this?”
He tosses the puppet into the grave.
“It’s because I know how to fill that hole in my soul. Day after day, week after week and month after month, I’ve unsuccessfully dug my way to fill it. But when Tombstone asked me to come to Old School Wrestling and join him in Six Feet Under, I realized that I could fill it another way….
With his love…”
He starts filling the hole with the dirt he took out.
“I’ll start earning it by putting you in the ground, Felix.
At least you won’t have to dig your own grave….
I will.”
The scene fades out as Gravedigger continues burying the Felix Foley puppet.