The camera opens on Reaper; sitting in a steel chair surrounded by the ruins of an old stadium. The lockers are cracked and bent; chipped with rust and hanging freely as they sway back and forth. Light from the moon pours in through large holes in the ceiling and only the occasional sparking of damaged electrical lines in the background illuminate him. His gaze is turned toward us; cold and black like the deepest parts of space. His eyes hold no emotion; no anger; no fear. They hold only violence. They hold only damnation.

"The eyes they say....are the windows to the soul. That if you look a man in his eyes that you can see what he truly is made of; what he can truly do. All those that are to walk to their damnation have spoken; all have looked into the camera and mocked; and said they will be victorious; but I have looked into their eyes and I saw the truth. I saw what they truly were."

He stands; the swaying electrical cord behind him illuminating him once more; a crackle of lightning in the distance is soon followed by a boom of thunder and the downpour of rain. He steps past the dangerous sparks and moves into the hallway where the camera follows. The hallways are in worse shape then the locker rooms; beams lay across the floor; shattered glass dots the path and stains mark the walls. He brings his hands up and runs it slowly along the wall.

"I saw weakness. I saw fear and damnation; I predicted the mockery; and yet they still opened their mouths and still let their words pour forth like blood from a dead mans throat. I looked deep inside them and I saw what they knew they would never be; I saw a woman with a desire to prove herself; a man who thinks he can fight; and a fool who mocks a force of nature, but none of this matters."

As his fingers run along the wall; it starts to crumble and turn to dust beneath them; four long lines follow behind him; metal rusting through nearly instantly; wood rotting and falling off. He crosses over a panel of glass; and it grays, and shatters behind him.

"Three opponents. Three victims. I am not coming for your souls; because in the end I will Reap you anyway. When your eyes close for the final time and deaths embrace wraps you in its cold arms; it will be me who ferries you to the other side. Then I will look into your eyes once more; and I will know you better then you know yourselves. I have been here for more years then you can imagine; and I will continue to be beyond what you can dream, and I have seen you all before. I have defeated each of you before."

His voice; deep and unsettling; lets a dark chuckle slip from his lips as he turns to face the camera. The full view of the broken down stadium is afforded to us; an old ring with no ropes; seats rotted and festering and a titan tron that lay cut to ribbons. The sky in the distance is black; only lit occasional by the scream of lightning across it's velvet blanket.

"I have seen the confident woman; I have seen the drunken fighter and I have seen the fool. I know each of you; I know what you seek from me, and you will not have it. You seek to prove your dominance; but it will not come at my expense. Your words are empty; your dreams will come to naught. I have looked into the windows to your soul; and I have seen the truth..."

He turns his back to the camera; moving down the long staircase toward the ring as the camera slowly fades to back; his voice, barely a whisper on the wind speaks once more.

"Sleep deep children; live fully...because on Wednesday; your short time here comes to an end..."