The video feed cuts to a black screen, a small flame begins emitting in the center of the screen. The camera zooms out slowly, revealing Serafina holding the small flame in her hand. She wears a long flowing cloak with the hood concealing her face. She looks up at the camera and smiles before blowing the flame towards the camera. The flame bursts onto the screen, dancing along before it cuts to black once more.
Serafina: It is said that man lives in a sun lit world, a world he perceives to be reality. However, there is an underworld that is just as real, but not as brightly lit. A tormented poet, who with one verse could take the sun away and make his vision of Hell so very real, and yet unknown to all around him. A scene of endless torture and surreal pain, it comes alive with the mere stroke of a pen. If man were to use such abilities with tools greater than the pen, what would this world be like for all those that turn a blind eye to the shadows that surround them at their every turn?
The video focuses in on Ty standing in front of a desolate and damaged church. He holds his hand behind his back, his head his lowered and a crescent moon can be seen hanging low in the sky behind the church. The sound of a raven cawing can be heard in the distance. The Mayhem Championship can be seen hanging from a hook in the wall to one side of him, a lit lantern on the other. Ty raises his head and looks towards the camera.
For so long the Autumn nights have peaked my interest. While the colors and festivities are bright and wondrous, Autumn also has a cold, unforgiving side. You see, while the young and naive are out enjoying the brisk evenings, those that have seen the true evils of these nights are busy toiling away, ready for the grand celebration of Samhain. The night where darkness and the shadows are fully embraced even by the common man, the night where those that are fully entwined with the shadows grow strongest. Even now, I feel myself becoming more powerful as the nights grow longer.
He closes his eyes and leans his head back, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly. He then reaches over and slides the Mayhem Championship off the hook, resting it on his shoulder.
It is such bad timing on your end Rush to have to face me here and now, for I feel like making a proper sacrifice to the Dark Spirits that raise me up during this time, and Vance Bateman has fed you to me. Do not be angered at me for what I will do to you at Ascension, be angry with the sniveling worm Bateman that sits in his office, quivering, believing he has actual power to do anything in WZCW. What he fails to realize is all I do is pull the strings. The marionette strings have been sewn into each and every one of you, it is merely at my discretion what scene you puppets will enact for my amusement. And when I feel the time is right, your strings will be snipped, leaving you cold and ravaged by your own insignificant egos and intentions. None of you ever see the big picture, what is right in front of you, the despair and ruin you all fear.
Ty grabs the lantern and makes his way into the church, the camera following. Inside are pews, broken into pieces, stained glass shards scattered across the ground, and shredded books/bibles strewn all over. Ty makes his way to the Altar, but instead of a cross, there is a large silk scroll of a black and red Chaos symbol covering the back wall. On the Altar sits the Ouija Scroll and a large chalice of red liquid. Ty lowers the lantern onto the Altar and opens the Ouija Scroll. He takes the chalice and raises it up briefly before pouring the red liquid over the Ouija Scroll. The liquid trickles down, surrounding specific letters as Ty suddenly flashes a wicked smile.
As I expected, for all those that believe good can triumph over evil, a dark secret will be revealed in due time. Rush, you are simply outmatched at Ascension. You think walking into this match is more than a Mayhem Rules match, but I will show you that it is much much more than that. You have fought quite impressively against your previous opponents, however you have not met someone like me personally. The tag match on Meltdown last week, how did that feel watching on, desperately trying to stop the inevitable as I choked out the partner Fate had chosen for you? And now, the question is, how does it feel knowing the inevitable will happen at Ascension? What will you do to stop Fate from cruelly giving you no regard, allowing me to stand over your broken body, still the Mayhem Champion?
Ty raises the Ouija Scroll as the red liquid begins dripping down onto the Altar as his voice deepens.
The Ouija has spoken Rush! You know that your failure will only to seclusion and the haunted feeling you had when your own brother, your own flesh and blood, turned on you. And for what Rush? Why did he turn on you? Was it envy, materialism, why did he decide to turn his back on someone so close to him? That doubt still clouds your mind Rush, and perhaps it is time someone crushes that doubt, and make you become stronger. I can be the person that does that Rush, but a fair warning, I am not one to sit and take notes while you breakdown, no Rush, I am the one that will break you down in every possible way. The baptism by fire will begin at Ascension, as first your body will be broken, your will and your mind will be shattered immediately after. So now it is up to you Rush, will you continue to hide away in seclusion, allow the events of the past to eat away at your pride, eventually leaving you with nothing. Or can you stand up and prove to yourself that you are worthy of defeating those demons?
Ty lowers the Ouija Scroll and stares dead into the camera, the lantern light beginning to wane. His irises turn red as the smile from his face disappears.
As far as that pathetic worm David Cougar, his anxiety and paranoia will be his undoing, perhaps it is karma finally catching up to his boisterous and outlandish claims of dominance over me. I have far more important issues to deal with then listen or worry about him accusing me of kidnapping Celeste, or tying him up during his WZCW Title match at All Or Nothing. I have proved my innocence to the insolent police, and above all, the constant questioning by that annoying pest Myles. Cougar, I suggest you distance yourself from the hand that feeds you, if I have my way there will no longer be a hand there for you. I must say however Cougar, that your latest attempt at a talk show was mildly entertaining, it's good to see that your talk about not fearing anything has finally shown to be a farce. Now Cougar, at Ascension we are both scheduled to be there, I want you to watch closely as I dissect that overgrown bull Rush, and I want to take notes on how your punishment for your transgressions will play out.
The light on the lantern finally gives out, leaving the church in darkness, except for the faint light from the crescent moon.
Our final meeting will come Cougar, I can promise you that. But I have further goals to reach before I deal with you. As for you Rush, you will not take away this talisman of Chaos off my shoulders, no, rather I will instill in you the true feeling of Chaos and Mayhem.
The wind picks up suddenly, and clouds cover up the crescent moon leaving the screen totally black.
Chaos burns in all of us.
Yet some of you deny its allure.
I will be the one to bring out your insanity
and pull the strings tighter around your neck
The play has reached a crescendo,
the actors downfall is soon to come.
Suddenly static cuts through the feed, getting increasingly louder before the feed cuts out once more.
