[-] Darkness falls in an undisclosed location. A masterful sculpture of the Undertaker’s chair stands in darkness. And there he sits. At his side a desk sits with a cloth covering an object. The Undertaker continues to look straight into the soul of the camera lens as he begins to speak to his creatures of the night [-]
[-] The Undertaker [-] Look at what this society has come to. This world has been polluted with weak maggots for centuries. However this pollution has doubled in recent decades. Human begins killing off Human Beings. Brothers destroying each other to better there lives. And for what cause ? Fortunes, Fame, and Adultery ? The morals and values of our world is going down a path straight to hell. As the sorcerers of this world look over a weak society there prophecies couldn't be more true. Once hell has been overflowed with the sinners of this world, the dead will walk the earth. Anarchy will triumph over the spirit of your nation. Sinners will roam and control your lives. As for strong hearted mortals, the ones who believe in there almighty lord will subject themselves to torture and definitions of pain never before felt upon. It's a poison that is beginning, not just in this industry, but in all of mankind. This epidemic is not only plaging this country, as this same sickness is calling upon the nation that Hoovers above us in the north. The same poison that has cursed this nation, is the same that will begin the crippling of a perfect storm.
[-] Undertaker pulls away a cloth which reveals a cage containing a rat. He reaches his hand as he grabs it by the throat very softly as his face expression speaks volumes of what is bound to transpire [-]
[-] The Undertaker [-] In a odd twist of fate it appears that in this world, in this industry there is a man who has poisoned his own fate. I speak of the invisible, the consistent Lance Storm. And the irony stands tall against this man as the Royal Rumble has commenced. Most wise champions took advantage and choose the bottom of the crop. Others such as Lance Storm have impressed even The Lord of Darkness himself. I suppose for a few moments I felt impressed but how quickly emotions change once another epic battle is waiting for an outcome. Lance Storm; your challenge has rocked this industry. The structure of all pro wrestling has been shaken as the pieces of debris have parted away. Since my first days as i proclaimed the dark days of ECE I knew this day would come. Little did I know you would have chosen your own fate in such unpredictable fashion. You have poisoned yourself. The moment you confront Vince McMahon is the same moment you declared danger to your well being. You have ultimately subjected yourself to a life of fear and agony. Your own wish shall lead you to a path most mortals go through to rid of there pain, now that you have began the process of your own death, I shall play the role of executioner and do what must be done.
[-] Undertaker stands and opens a drawer to pull out a container with the image of a skull. He pours a few drops into what appears to be water. He places this water into the cage as this rat cures his need dehydration [-]
[-] Moments Later [-]
[-] The rat begins to squeal. You can hear his torture. As this rat slowly but surely is put in his finally resting place in a horrible, painful death [-]
[-] The Undertaker [-] What a peaceful image. Cherish your final days of peace. Don’t take advantage of your limited time with your loved ones. For such a pleasure shall not occur as I roam the streets of hell. Your Maker and Your Executioner awaits you. Upon your decision you should have known that you were awaking a demon with substantial power and furies. You Lance Storm Shall Be Blamed for your Own Wishes to Perish within the creatures of the night. In signing you have released a cancer, a tumor, a poison that cannot be cured. I am the bacteria that is going to invade your soul. As Every moment goes by it spreads faster then the speed of light. It won't stop until your entire spirit has lost it's will to live. Then and only then shall you succumb to the fate that has lingered since my arrival.
[-] He opens a drawer to pull out a picture of what appears to be Lance storm and his Canadian family [-]
[-] The Undertaker [-] Happiness shall not linger in your soul Lance Storm. You shall bare witness the true supernatural force that all have suffered from. Your Mind, Body and soul will belong to The Undertaker. Mind games are secondary to what fate follows you as your demise in your everlasting path to death. Look around you, look before those two mortals who stand behind you. There souls shall belong to me as well. From this day on, everyone you care for. Your Wife, Your Children are in Danger. In a way, as you chose to mark your own destiny in a quest to rid of a force that is imperishable you have plagued your loved ones that surround you at home.
[-] Undertaker grabs 2 more rats from a box and places them inside the cage where they feed straight from the water given to them. As moments later there fate with death occurs. [-]
[-] The Undertaker [-] Look around. Everyone who follows you shall join you in your slow agony of your last final days. Your destiny is promising under the terms of darkness. Lance Storm my visions couldn't be more clear. Your decision of bravery will lead you under the sands of hell for all of eternity. You will feel the weight of your world crashing down before your eyes. As you will gasp for air. Consider the fact of mortals throughout the world, in there hospital beds. Depending on there will and love to live on. The Power of your will, of your love, even your predictable wrestling abilities is weaker than The True force of the supernatural vibe you feel from the darkness. You are a simple creature of the night. You are a maggot taking up too much space. Fight if you must, the more you do, the more distress is not only inflicted upon you, but your own family. Lance Storm . . . I am The Undertaker. The specialty of Games is my pleasure, however at times I confuse Games with actual life. If I must search your inner soul by torturing those around you, I will do what I must. For I am The Reaper of men, the chaser of souls, the weavers of nightmares.
May The Purity of Evil Guide You
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[-] Scene Fades [-]
