Nick: Well, all you people should feel special. Tonight is a very important night. Possibly the most important night in your sad and meaningless lives. It is also a very important night for the NRWL, and should maybe be looked at as a sort of warning. You see, if you thought things were dangerous now, you are all in for an unpleasant shock. Because tonight, I introduce the NRWL to a new Son of Darkness!
*the lights dim again, and chilling music begins creeping over the PA system. From behind the curtain emerges a large man not unlike the build of Abbadon and Apollyon. He wears black pants, black boots, and black muscle shirt. Over his face is a black featureless mask. He climbs into the ring determinedly and stands directly behind Nick, so that the 3 bruisers form a triangle behind him. The lights wax back on.*
Nick: The NRWL is now on notice. This is Mastema - the newest member of the Sons of Darkness. Rest assured, he is not here to make friend, but make destruction. He is not here to slap backs, but break backs. He has not come here to wrestle, but to injure. He has not come here to wrestle, but to end careers. No one is safe anymore. And there is one already that we have in mind. It's time to start clearing away the dead wood of the NRWL. And it starts tonight! Unfortunately, there can only be one master, and two disciples.
*As soon as Nick finishes his sentence, Mastema clubs Apollyon in the back of the head with a double-axe handle. Apollyon falls to the ground and Mastema and Abbadon begin stomping him mercilessly. Abbadon picks Apollyon up and delivers a crushing backbreaker over his shoulders. Mastema exits the ring and grabs a steel chair and the timekeepers bell and climbs back into the ring. He tosses the chair down while Abbadon holds an unconscious up in a full nelson, and Mastema runs towards him and bashes the bell off Apollyon's head with a sickening deep ring. Apollyon crumbles to a heap on the mat while a pool of blood forms under his head. Abbadon picks up the chair, opens it a bit, and places it the fold on top of and behind Apollyon's head. He looks up to Nick, who nods. Abbadon leaps straight up in the air and stomps the chair into Apollyon's face with all his weight. Apollyon lays there motionless, chair bent around his head.*
Nick: As I said and have just demonstrated, no one is safe. Let the new fear spread.
*The Sons of Darkness exit the ring, leaving the broken Apollyon in the ring. Medical staff rush out from the backroom, and fearfully walk around the Sons of Darkness on the ramp. The tend to Apollyon as the scene fades.*
