What reason could any mere mortal soul phantom for Raizzor appearing like a specter from the billowing mists to take down M.S.N and Phoenix and come to the aide of one Alexis Sykes?  Likely, that is the burning question on everyone’s minds, and even those close to the Soul-Taker are unsure as to his true intentions. Fading into view, the scene before us is an eerie one, as what appears to be the same mist is drowning most of our vision, and it takes a few for it to clear enough for us to realize where we are; a grave yard.  The atmosphere is somewhat choking to the senses, and it grips tightly on our hearts to be somewhere so dark, dreary and utterly frightening.  As the mist clears even more, we find the Soul-Taker, Raizzor appearing in view, slightly off to the left as he slowly walks towards us, and with a small pan of the camera he takes over the entire frame, his massive body towering to the point we must back up and move upwards to catch his face.  Not exactly the best option, concerning the fearsome visage displayed.  His eyes shift behind the ceramic mask, the one he wears outside the ring as opposed to a more protective softer version in battle, and they settle in on the ground before him.  Kneeling, his dark black glove shifts through loose soil as he digs up a hand full and lets it fall between his clenched fingers.

 

“Daniel, do you remember?”

 

He raises his fist higher, watching the dirt fall in front of him, and to us we see his one eye glare out at us from behind his hand.

 

“Do you remember when I came to your aide, defending the honor of you and your fiancé against the evil of David Blazenwing?  Remember how you offered your gratitude, showing respect and graciousness that I stepped in to hold him back, during a time when he showed no mercy to Kitsune?”

 

His grip tightens as his eyes narrow even more, rage dancing like sparks of fire in his irises.

 

“Remember declaring your affair with Adriana Garcia had been active during that entire fiasco? That while the entire time I spent my energies protecting what I thought was a kind and noble man, the both of you were laughing behind all our backs.”

 

Standing slowly, he releases his iron grip and let’s the rest of the dirt fall, spreading over the soft ground below.

 

“I do not enjoy being mocked, made a fool of, and you blatantly did so. For that alone, I accepted to  be Alexis’s partner, to take what the BWF wanted and embrace it as if it were my own idea.”

 

Pulling his leather duster around him, he moves with a grace like purpose through the tombstones, bellying his large stature.

 

“At first, when I chose to defend the young Miss Sykes against the two monsters Phoenix and M.S.N., my intentions were not of tag teams, or gold, but to make sure that you and your sweetheart did not take unfair advantage.  I saw you both watching the match, and could tell you were eager to offer your own brand of violence, likely to the deficit of Alexis.  The rage inside my heart boiled as the memories came flooding back, and I took a preemptive strike to not only save her from the massive onslaught bestowed upon her, but to deter your interest in participating.”

 

Stopping near a larger mausoleum, Raizzor stares and admires the construction, the dark over tones and skin crawling view.

 

“My first desire is to rip you to shreds, Daniel, to exact upon you the same pain and wrenching heart ache you vomited on Kitsune and make you pay the dear price of betrayal.  Why I waited to now, if you must know, was to allow Nick Toretto a chance to rectify matters himself, but he could not accomplish the goal.  What took him months to break even, Alexis and I will finish in one night.”

 

Continuing on, Raizzor allows the darkness to embrace him, and he continues.

 

“Brian Cade, under the guise of Mr. Sunday Night.  Whatever reason you choose this moniker, it does not impress.  If you are only capable of one night a week performing, then it likely is best you’re a wrestler and not involved with a woman.  Perhaps Chamelion would be proud at my attempt at humor, but I find it less then exciting.  I have vast experience with DiD, my friend, and I know a good Doctor who can help you with this issue.  Perhaps I will contact Dr. Steven Remo and see if there is not a cure for your infliction.  In terms of your tag title reign, Alexis and I will cure you of those titles in good time.”

 

He stops, turns and we see the fairest hint of a smile develop.

 

“Phoenix, like M.S.N, I know far too little about you currently, save that you dumped one partner like a bad habit to pick up a man who may, or may not be, divided amongst himself.  Already you demonstrate to me a man who is un-loyal, untrusting and it reminds me of the Executioner and that alone should cause you great distress.  Though I am very much interested in the demolition of Executioner and ending his career, I will not betray the trust given to me by Alexis and if I need to refrain from breaking him in two, and retain my focus upon either of you to capture those belts, I shall.”

 

Speaking of such things, reminds Raizzor to offer comments to his own partner.

 

“Alexis, from my point of view, you are a violent, headstrong, kill or be killed kind of woman.  While I do not completely condone your actions in the aspect of going out of your way to attack anyone that so much as winks at you wrong, I can not help but admire your fearless attitude and desire.  Still, do try to keep those emotions in check, just enough to not lose focus on the very thing you desire.  I do not know you, nor you I, and I truly understand if you wish to maintain this distance.  However, once that bell rings, if we can not maintain cohesive team work, neither of our goals can be reached.  I have no fear that you can handle your part in this, just be sure to allow me mine.”

 

Moving between some larger tombstones, Raizzor begins to part, and we move to keep up while he offers his closing words.

 

“M.S.N and Phoenix, no matter how badly you want to keep those titles, it will all be for naught, for when that night ends, so does your reign.  To Adriana, whom I have not spared the pleasure of my time, you are in bad company, and while I am not one to easily fight a woman, rest assured that to me; you are no lady.  And Daniel, what you have done, the pain you have caused and the cruelty you have shown, it is clear to me that you have sold your soul to the devil, but be warned, Satan pays his dues to me, and everything you have come to cherish, goes up in flames this Sunday.  Remember, power flows to the one who knows how, desire alone; is not enough!”

 

And with that, the mist begins to rise again, and quickly and mysteriously, swallows Raizzor into the night.