::[The scene opens up in a hallway, with Johnathan Coachman standing in it. He wears a WWF T-Shirt, with blue jeans. He just stands there, almost looking off into space. He doesn't really have real reason to be where he is, except to be He isn't standing next to any doors, so he's obviously reporting something. But he kind of answers our question, when he begins walking down the hallway. He turns to the camera every now and than, to talk.]::

::[Johnathan Coachman]::Hello ladies and gentleman. I'm Coachman, and I'm reporting here, on a little quest. It seems my mission today, is to find the ever elusive Raven. It's been rumored that only a select few he will ever talk to, and the only reason you see him behind a camera, is because the camera men have to obey him. I'm trying to catch up with Raven, and see if he'll give me a few words. But our first task, is actualy finding Raven. Let's go.

::[Coachman continues to walk down the hallway. He passes door after door, crate after crate, not finding Raven. We seem to go down an endless hallway, turning right and left every now and than. But still, we find nothing, and no one. When it seems our luck as ran short, suddenly, Stevie Richards turns the corner, and runs into Johnathan Coachman. Coach almost falls on his butt, but Stevie seems unfazed. Stevie doesn't know that Micheal Cole is looking for Raven, so he kinda seems happy about seeing him.]::

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Hey Coach! What's up?

::[Johnathan Coachman]::Uh, hi Stevie. I was just wondering, do you kn--

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Do I want to have an interview with you? Sure Coach! That'd be awesome!

::[Johnathan Coachman]::No, I was wondering--

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Wondering what my thoughts on the Dudleys are? Sure, I'll be glad to give them to you.

::[Johnathan Coachman]::Actually Stevie, I was wondering where Raven is.

::[Stevie seems kind of hurt when Coach says this. Coach didn't mean to hurt his feelings, but he did. Stevie wipes away a tear, scratches his chin, and turns.]::

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Come this way...

::[Stevie turns away, his feelings still hurts, and leads Johnathan Coachman down a hallway. Coachman just shrugs, knowing he kind of hurt his feelings, but not really caring. Anyway, as they walk, we can see Raven sitting against a wall. His legs are bent, and he's resting his arms on them as he sits. Coachman almost pisses himself when he sees him. Stevie stops dead in his tracks before he walks up to him.]::

::[Johnathan Coachman]::Why did you stop?

::["Dancin" Stevie Richards]::Raven would kill me if he knew I lead you to him. Just walk up to him and ask. I'll wait over here, and come back in a couple of minutes, and act like I don't know how you got there. You act like you accidently came across him too. Got me?

::[Johnathan Coachman]::Sure Stevie. Whatever you say.

::[Stevie nods, and than walks away. As he walks away, you can hear him cursing a little bit, a little mad that Johnathan Coachman didn't want to talk to him, but rather Raven. Johnathan Coachman doesn't seem to notice, as he silently tip-toes over to Raven. He's wearing a black leather jacket, with nothing underneath. His Tag Title lays in his lap. Suddenly, Raven raises his hands, snaps his fingers, and the lights slowly dim. Coachman freezes in his spot, looking around for a demon or something. Raven suddenly speaks though.]::

::[Raven]::What do you want Coach?

::[Johnathan Coachman]::How did you know I was here?

::[Raven]::Does it matter Coach? If you want to lie to me, you could say it does. But it doesn't. The only thing that matters at this moment Coach...is what you want.

::[Johnathan Coachman]::What do I want?

::[Raven]::Correct you are Coach. You're mind has suceeded in processing some of my words. You're one step higher in life. Maybe soon you'll be learning how to count to ten.

::[Johnathan Coachman]::Really? Awesome. Wait a sec...

::[Raven]::You really are stupider than you look Coach. But that's not important. What's important, is like I said, what you're doing here.

::[Johnathan Coachman]::Well, I--

::[Before Coachman can finish, Raven suddenly stands up, taking the title in his hands, and making Coach stop. Raven eyes Coachman, not letting him leave his sight. Raven seems almost in thought, but he always seems like that. But Raven doesn't stand for long, as he quickly sits back down, putting his title back into his lap, looking away from Coachman. Raven speaks to Coachman, even though he doesn't look at him.]::

::[Raven]::Did I scare you right than Coach? Did I just startle you when I made a sudden motion that was unexpected?

::[Johnathan Coachman]::Well, yeah.

::[Raven]::That's just how the human mind works, right? Something does something unexpected, and you stop all functions. You freeze, right? Even earlier, I dimmed the lights, and you froze. That's normal, correct Coach?

::[Johnathan Coachman]::Yeah.

::[Raven]::Good job Coach. You're correct. It's quite normal to freeze when surprised. Which is probably something people did this weekend, right?

::[Johnathan Coachman]::What do you mean?

::[Raven]::What do I mean? I mean when I joined the Ministry Coach. I mean when I turned my back on those fans. Really, my back was already turned. But all I did was turn back around, and shoot them in their faces. To tell you the truth, I did those fans a favor by joining the Ministry. I'm a leniant guy. I'm not one to jump the gun on punishment. Which is basically what our Higher Power's objective is. To deal out the punishment, to those that don't believe in our cause. We're not just a bunch of gothic's Coach. If you know me, I'm not in the least bit gothic. But I'm a tortured soul. Ever since day one of my life, I've never had it good. Hell, while in my mother I was abused. My mother drank while she was pregnant. And right when I was born, I was immediately beaten. I didn't know better, and my father beat me. Two months old Coach...and my father didn't mind putting me to bed with his fists. Is that any way for a boy to grow up? Well I had to deal with it. I had to put all of my mental and physical anguish, all brought upon from my parents, and I had to put it away. Stuff it away in my sould. And it's all catching up with me Coach. I can't put it away any longer. That's what's the Undertaker is for. He's cleaning my soul. He's bringing all my deepest, darkest fears and secrets...and he's laying them all to rest. He's reaping my sould of all things that would ever cause me pain. I may not be immortal, and I may still feel pain...but I guarentee you Coach, no regular man can take me.