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[Scene: We open up inside of a taxi cab, with the driver up front and Chris Cortez sitting in the back seat. The camera man sits next to him with the camera as he points it out the window to see where they are going. He then turns it back to Chris Cortez who turns and looks at him]

Chris Cortez: You just turn the camera on?

[The camera moves up and down, "nodding" yes]

Chris Cortez: Good. Cuz if this guy is some sort of murder or something, I want this all on tape so I can sue his ass! I mean, I don't even know why Im doing this. Im giving up the chance to train in extreme climates and get something out of it by coming here and not knowing what the hell I will get? Just taking someone's word for it? Someone I don't even know? Heh. Sometimes I wonder why the hell I-Hey, is that the place?

[Chris Cortez points forward as the camera follows and sees an old run down warehouse up ahead down the road in the woods. The cab driver nods his head as he to follows his gaze]

Cab Driver: Yup, that's it. What I cant figure though, is why you want to go there. That place has a history you know.

Chris Cortez: What kind of history?

Cab Driver: Ive heard a lot of weird stuff went on in there. A satanic cult "open shop" in there so to say. They sacrificed animals and even people Ive heard, many people have gone off into these woods and never returned. Many people think they killed them.

Chris Cortez: Yeah, right. You don't believe that, do you?

Cab Driver: Well, I don't know. But, personally, i don't care. They don't meet here anymore, anywas.

Chris Cortez: Why not?

Cab Driver: Rumor has it one day the leader of this cult was casted out by his own followers. Upon doing so, he felt his "God" Satan had turned against him, so he turned to the other more holier God, THE God. He joined a church and what not, and did a whole 180. However, after his church burned down, across from the LSW Arena, no one has heard of him sense....Well, we're here.

[Chris Cortez looks out the window at the huge abandoned warehouse. He steps out of the cab and looks up at it, up into the night sky, as clouds roll over head. The camera man gets out as well, as the Cab Driver coughs loudly as Chris Cortez heads towards the warehouse]

Cab Driver: HEY! BUDDY! MY MONEY?

Chris Cortez: The Camera Man will pay you.

[The camera looks back and forth quickly from the walking away Chris Cortez to the angry cab driver. The camera man mutters as he takes out a few bucks and hands them to the Cab Driver, who tips his hat and drives off. The camera walks fast and catches up with Chris Cortez, as suddenly a flash of lighting strikes and it suddenly starts to poar]

Chris Cortez: Great. Just Great.

[Chris Cortez walks to the side door and knocks on it, but as he does so, the door simple just swings open by itself. Chris Cortez looks a bit freaked out as he looks back at the camera man who just shrugs]

Chris Cortez: Just the wind.

[Chris Cortez walks into the warehouse, only to find it completely pitched black, he looks around for a lightswitch, but finds nothing]

Chris Cortez: Ah, HELLO? HELLO? MR.AH-MYSTERY CALLER? YOU WANTED ME HERE AND-WAIT, YOU KNOW, WHAT? WHY THE HELL AM I EVEN HERE?! THIS IS ALL BULLSH*T! I SHOULDA JUST STAYED IN MACALANIA OR WHATEVER! I DON'T NEED THIS, IM OUT OF HERE, WHERE THE HELL IS THAT DOOR?

[Suddenly, the door slams shut and a locking sound is heard as the whole place is plunged into darkness]

Chris Cortez: Er....Hello?

[Suddenly a long spotlight turns on from the ceiling, shining down onto a wrestling ring, with a lone figure standing in the middle. We cant see who it is at the moment, for he, she, whoever it is, is wearing a dark robe.]

Chris Cortez: Who-Who the hell are-

Robed Man: Fear.

Chris Cortez: What?

Robed Man: Fear. It is what I sense in you. If you cannot handle what you have seen so far, you will never be able to handle Killjoy.

Chris Cortez: Listen buddy, I don't who the hell you are, but there is no doubt in my mind that It is KILLJOY who is no match for ME!

Robed Man: Heh. Egotistical and Naive as well. You need a lot more help than I thought. No matter. In the end, the results will be the same.

Chris Cortez: Results?! What results?!

Robed Man: That you could actually stand a chance against Killjoy, and maybe, just perhaps, finish what I started.

Chris Cortez: What the hell are you talking about?! I COULD DEFEAT KILLJOY NOW AND HERE IF I WANTED TO! ANYTIME, ANYWHERE!

[The robed man just shakes his head]

Robed Man: How foolish are the young? Thinking they are invincible and that they can take on the world? I SAY, WAKE UP! YOU ARE NO MATCH AGAINST HIM, AND YOU NEVER WILL BE, UNLESS YOU LEARN FROM ME AND YOU LISTEN UP AND TAKE NOTES! THE HARD WAY, NONE THE LESS!

Chris Cortez: Look Pal, I done even know who the hell you are! For all I know, you could be some bum on the street who is here to rob me and-

Robed Man: When we're done, your going to wish I was just a bum on the streets trying to rob you. For, I am no bum, no, I am simply...

[The robed man takes off his rob to reveal...]

Robed Man: ...Bishop Brother Blood!

[Chris Cortez looks a bit unimpresses as he just shrugs in confusion]

Chris Cortez: Who?

[Bishop Brother Blood rolls his eyes as the camera shuts off and the scene fades to black]

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