Your Angel of Darkness has returned to his playground. After a long, near two month absence, he has returned to the ring and he's proven he's still as good as he's ever been. /his main focus is obvious. John Madison and his Black Circle.


That much is already known and has been known since the night he was put in the ground at High Stakes. While he was away, the Messenger played his part perfectly. He sent warning after warning of Sebastian Dukes eventual return. He made sure that John Madison and his Black Circle didn't forget what they'd done.


You know that story.


What you don't know, is what happened to Sebastian Duke in the meantime. That gap between May 25 and the day he returned. Why he wouldn't speak. What made him decide to finally return.


What you are about to see, are the events that transpired after High Stakes went off the air and before his eventual return.

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Saturday May 25, 2013 - 11:02 PM EST



I should have known. I should have known that this was going to happen. I never trusted Sebastians alliance with Shane and John Madison. I should have known they deemed him a threat to Madisons crown. I should have known they'd betray him and stab him in the back. I should have game planned around the possibility that he'd get buried by his own friends.


Now, we scramble.


I was ordered to stay behind in Connecticut while he went to Las Vegas to compete with Mr. Satellite. Reluctantly, and luckily for him, I listened to my gut and disobeyed my orders. I gathered up some of the men and by the time the first bell rang at High Stakes, Sebastian Dukes Brotherhood was already wheels up and headed for the desert. Much like when he saved Jacob Anderson, I will save Sebastian Duke.


We've already landed in Vegas and we're scrambling to a couple of rented SUV's. Time was of the essence. Our destination was the arena and that stupid grave that my best-friend, my brother and my leader found himself in.


Father Asmodeus called me just before we touched down with the news. He was quite frantic when he spoke. Obviously so. Sebastian Duke is his son, after all. He'd been watching on television when that bastard... that unruly tyrant John Madison caused his son to get buried alive. I couldn't imagine the hell Asmodeus was going through. He initially fought me on it. He'd wanted me to obey the orders. Then, I said something he hadn't considered. I made him think about the worst possible scenario.


What if, the Black Circle caused his burial? What then? On any given day Sebastian Duke has proven himself more then capable of defeating anyone in the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. There is always that 'what if' though. You just never know who might stick their nose into his business. In all the matches he's had, only two can claim a clean victory of the Angel of Darkness. After much debate, Father Asmodeus granted approval for us to use the private jet. I'm sure he's thankful he listened.


Just ahead, I can see the stadium. People - the last of the fans, mostly - are still filing out and trying to seek autographs. The rented vehicles come to a screeching halt just outside the arena, narrowly missing a steady line of fans. I turn to Matthew and give my orders.



JACOB: "Park it, let's go! Grab the shovels!"



Zero hesitation. The cars are slammed into park and everyone is out. We run full speed toward one of the entrances. We are stopped by security. A large black man is the one to do the talking. He pulls out his taser as we resist not entering the building.



GUARD: “Maybe you didn’t hear me. I said no re-entry.”

JACOB: “Maybe you don’t understand, my name is Jacob Ander...”

GUARD: “Look! I don’t give a shit if you’re Barak fucking Obama! You ain’t getting back in!”

JACOB: “We’re not trying to get back in! We haven’t been in yet!”

GUARD: “Why would you want to go in, now? Show’s over!”

JACOB: “There is a man buried alive in there! We’re here to get him out!”

GUARD: “You believe what you see on TV, don’t you? It’s fake! It’s wrestling! There’s probably some trap door in there and the guy is chillin’ out drinkin’ a beer with the boys!”

JACOB: “Listen to me! This is not your typical wrestling show! This is the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. Everything you see on TV from these guys, is real! The grave is real and there’s a rather large angry man buried alive in there!”

GUARD: “As much as I want to laugh at you right now, little man, I’ll humor you and take you in. But, only you! Understand?”



I don’t answer the man. I turn to Matthew and give him instructions.



JACOB: “I know there are a lot of people about yet. Keep your eyes open. Be on the look out for and Madison. If you see them, have the other guards page the big black fellow.”



The guard leads me inside. We pass through the turnstiles and into the arena. He leads me through a large doorway and I can see the grave on the other side of the arena. I run past the guard in a hurry.



GUARD: “Hey! Wait!”



I continue to run as fast as I can. Down the steps and over a short wall. then down more stairs and finally to the arena floor. I sprint the rest of the way. Men are working on disassembling the ring as I hop the barricade and up the entrance ramp. What I see next stuns me for what seems like an hour.


The large black security guard finally catches up. Out of breath, of course.



GUARD: “See..... What’d I tell you.... an empty grave.....”

JACOB: “Look in the damn hole!”



What he didn’t know is that it wasn’t an empty hole. Laying at the bottom of the grave is a man wearing a yellow hard hat. He’s covered in blood. That man is not Sebastian Duke. I sprint back toward the ring and grab one of the crew men by the arm.



JACOB: “Who dug up that grave?”

CREW MAN: “Mr. and Mr. Madison.”

JACOB: “Where is Sebastian Duke?”

CREW MAN: “Who?”

JACOB: “The man that was buried in it!”

CREW MAN: “Oh, right. Madison and had us carry him to a hearse.”



This revelation stuns me. My heart falls to my stomach.



JACOB: “Was... Was the man... still breathing?”

CREW MAN: “If he was, I couldn’t tell you. To me, I’d say he was gone.”



I hit the floor. Were we too late? Just then, I hear a crackle of the radio and look up at the guard.



GUARD: “Get the Las Vegas police out here.”

JACOB: “Cancel that order!”

GUARD: “What? This is a kidnapping ca...”

JACOB: “Yes, it is! I’ll handle it my own way!”

GUARD: “Cancel the police.”



Another crackle of the radio and I can Matthew.



MATTHEW: “Jake! Outside, now!”



Without a second to spare, I bolt toward the direction I’d entered. Once outside, Matt hurries me toward the SUV’s.



JACOB: “What happened!? Where are we going!?”

MATTHEW: “I heard someone mention so I questioned them. They said they saw and Madison load him into a hearse and take off out of here like a bat out of hell about ten minutes before we got here!”

JACOB: “What direction?”

MATTHEW: “That way!”



I turn back toward the guard and ask him the only thing I can.



JACOB: “Are there any cemeteries out that way?”

GUARD: “That’s south of the city. Only one that way is Palm Cemetery.”



I climb in and we speed off. We have to try and catch them before they bury him for good.