[The lights go off in the arena. Eerie music plays over the sound system. The Sons of Darkness, led by Nick Belhor, walk menacingly down to the ring.]
Jim “The Amp” Johnson: Oh boy. These guys.
WarHead: They nail it with the “scary” factor.
[The Sons of Darkness climb in and Nick takes a mic. The lights stay dark, but a single red overhead spotlight illuminates the three men in the ring]
Nick Belhor: The time of safety is over. The Sons of Darkness have returned. Prepare for the time of suffering to begin! I fully plan to unleash Mastema and Abbadon onto the NRWL without mercy! The agonizing screams of pain will drown out the wailing cries of all you people as you watch your heroes be annihilated one by one. And we will start by laying waste to the tag team champions, Bruno Kowalski and Marty Anderson! Bruno and Marty, savor your last few days, because when the Sons of Darkness come for you, you will--
[Suddenly the JumboTron turns on with a static buzz. After a few seconds of white noise, it clears to show an old phonograph on a beat-up wooden stand in a decrepit room. It starts playing creepy pipe organ music.]
Jim: What is--? What’s going on?
WarHead: Did someone plug thier game of Silent Hill into the JumboTron?
[A man then walks out from behind the curtain at the top of the ramp. He’s wearing a long black coat, a black fedora, and an old gas mask (circa World War II). He stands at the top of the ramp and stares for several seconds at the Sons of Darkness in the ring. The music dies down.]
Nick Belhor: How dare you interrupt! Do you know what you have now done to yourself? Your demise will not be quick, and your pleas to end the pain that will be inflicted on you will not be acknowledged!
Stranger: Demise. You know nothing of demise. Suffering. Screams. Agony. Pain. Annihilation. To know this things, you must live these things.
Jim: Is that…?
WarHead: I think so…
Stranger: My name is Death Man.
[The crowd erupts at the mention of the name.]
Jim: IT IS!! The SCSF legend and Season 1 veteran Death Man!
WarHead: I can’t believe it!
Death Man: But this is not about me. This is about you, and your two henchmen. I have a declaration. A match, if you will. Nick Belhor, as you represent Abbadon and Mastema, I also represent two men.
[Creepy music plays and a large masked man walks out and stands behind Death Man. The crowd cheers upon seeing him]
Jim: Holy Moses! It’s Apollyon!
WarHead: Aligned with Death Man! Wow!
[Nick scowls with anger. Then, bursts of fire erupt from the top of the stage around Death Man and Apollyon, and another masked man walks out. The crowd cheers loudly yet again when they recognize the man.]
Jim: OH! MY! GOD!!!
WarHead: It’s Fireburner!!! No way!!!
[Fireburner walks and stands, arms folded, next to Apollyon, behind Death Man. Nick stares with nervousness.]
Death Man: Here is the declaration. There will be a match. Abbadon and Mastema versus Apollyon and Fireburner. Tornado tag match. No DQ.
[The crowd cheers with approval of the set match.]
Jim: Oh wow!
WarHead: That match is NOT going to be pretty.
Death Man: If the Sons of Darkness win, I will leave, and you will get a handicap match: all of you against Apollyon.
[Nick Belhor grins evilly.]
Death Man: But if Apollyon and Fireburner win, the Sons of Darkness leave the NRWL…
[Nick’s smile turns into an angry frown.]
Death Man: And Apollyon gets 1-on-1 Extreme Rules with you, Nick Belhor.
[The crowd roars with cheers.]
Jim: Ho….ly….
WarHead: Crap!!!!
[Nick Belhor storms around the ring furious. The five other men stare each other down.]
Jim: This is incredible!
WarHead: I can’t wait for this match!
Jim: Who will survive?! Tune in to find out!
[Scene fades.]
