The scene opens on Reaper standing before a large black door; his back is to the camera; his cloak covering his form as his hands rest on the split of the large passage way. The camera pans around him; revealing the intricate wood carvings that adorn it. Bodies laying mangled and broken; missing arms and legs. Blood spattering all around them; and a single cloaked figure standing among the carnage; untouched; and unfazed.

"Debut. To begin. To start anew. There are so many ways to say that once more the bell will chime and once more I will stand before a crowd and crush their hero's. I could quote you my accolades; I could tell you all have I done, but what would that accomplish? Nothing."

His head; shakes; the cloak visibly waving with the movement as he does so; his hands gently push on the door and you can hear the ancient wood groan against the move; a sliver of light slips through; illuminating his face.

"A strange way to begin; an over the top rope fatal four way; but then I would not imagine the powers that be would put me toward my purpose right away. One has to earn the right to shatter the bones of those around them; one has to show that they have the will, the strength to be feared. It's a journey; and mine shall be a short one. After this match; the XWF will know that my strength; my violence is a thing to feared."

He pushes the door open a little more; the bright light within makes it impossible for us to see where the door leads; blinding the naked eye to the path before it. Reaper turns his head; his painted face half in light and half in shadow.

"Normally; I would speak of each man or woman in a match individually; but the truth of it is that the three victims assigned to me are inconsequential.Their words are and will forever be naught but false bravado spoken with a cowards tongue. Their would be victory speeches turned to ash on their tongue in the face of damnation; for deep inside them; on instinct they know. They know like the wolf who leaves the pack; they know like the zebra who falls behind the herd; that Death himself is coming."

He opens the door abit more; letting the light poor in and illuminate his entire body; leaving a long shadow that seems to dance on its own.To move separate of it's owner.

"The Shepard of Oblivion has come to once more tend to his flock...and the weak shall be the first to be weeded out. On Wednesday; The Reaper steps from damnation; toward the light and joy of the suffering of others. on Wednesday it is once more into the breach."

He steps into the light fully; and before the camera can see what lay beyond; the door closes violently; and any light that had lay within is snuffed out; a single voice rings through the air; soft and distant.

"The Shepard of Oblivion is coming....and none shall survive."