Familiar Voice: "Plans all set...Meet you at the arena. We CAN'T screw this up Drake."

Drake: "What plan? Who is this?"

Voice: "Oh come on now Drake. You know EXACTLY what I speak of. The Impact.."

Drake shook his head in annoyance and closed his phone. He started back up the bike and drove toward the POW arena. After driving for a short time his cellphone rang again. Drake flipped it open, rolling his eyes when he saw it was another blocked number.

Female Voice: "Drake, have you seen or spoken to Revan lately?"

Drake: "Not in a few days, who is this?"

Jaden Windsor: "Its Jaden. He hasn't been around lately. He said he had some type of.."

Their was a slight pause.

Jaden: "Gotta go."

Drake heard her hang up and waited for the dial tone. He shrugged and closed his phone continuing on his path. As Drake drove he couldn't help but notice that these unusual phone calls were becoming routine of late. This was the sixth one this week. they were always telling him where to be and what to do. He was becoming annoyed but hoped that tonight it would finally pay off. Finally he came to the large POW arena. He walked through the double doors and they closed behind him. None of the lights were on and Drake couldn't see where he was going. The lights suddenly cut on as Jasmine Jones ran up to him. Drake was confused as Jasmine pulled out a microphone and began to interview him as if nothing strange were happening.

Jasmine: "Good Evening ladies and gentleman, we're here again with Drake Blackwood. Drake, what are your thoughts on your upcoming match at TNT?"

Drake: "Uuuummmm...(clears throuat)Well, my thoughts are simple. Bad is a hack and Luke Icon is a wimp. I have no competition and my win is a sure thing."

Jasmine: "I see your quite confident Drake. What about your training?"

Drake: "My training is going according to plan. I've added many martial arts moves to my already extensive repertoire."

Jasmine: "That's great. I wish you the best of luck."

Jasmine walked away and Drake turned toward the exit. He stopped shortly when he saw a dark figure near the door.

Drake: "Who are you? Are you the one who called me?"

The figure grinned as sharp teeth began to show. The house lights turned blue and Revan Nihilius walked toward him. He kept his eyes on Drake and lowered his head giving Drake an evil stare.

Revan Nihilius: "Yes I did Drake. Come with me My Student for we have much work to do before TNT."

Drake: "Fine, let's go."

Revan just kept his grin and slowly nodded.

Revan Nihilius: "Remember what I told you Drake. This must go PERFECTLY. I don't want to see any mistakes. Our friend is waiting for us so lets not keep em waiting."

Revan turned and walked toward the boiler room of the arena, keeping his hands in his pockets and looking back at Drake, making sure he was following. Drake would keep his eyes on Revan watching him, but not making eye contact when he looked back. Revan slowly stopped at the doorway of the boiler room ande sighed.He pulled his hood down and slowly turned to Drake, leaning over on the wall and staring him straight in the eyes.

Revan Nihilius: "Alright Drake. Basic rules. Never tell anyone of what our plans are and don't betray me. You follow these and your safe until you do. I am counting on you and I didn't take you in as a student if I didn't. Now, lets head in so we can get this started."

Revan opens the door and slowly walks into the darkness of the boiler room, looking back at Drake once before fully going in. Drake stepped over a few pipes on the ground following Revan to the back of the room. Revan smirked as he stopped in the back and turned to him. There was another figure in the dark and Drake gasped as he recognized him. Revan glared into the camera before walking over to it and grinned insanely, his hand instantly covering it then there was silence as static slowly covered the screen. A few chants of Drake's name was heard before the scene slowly faded to black.