Darkness is a cliché.  Thunder, lightning, graveyards; all cliché!  It’s a world that the Soul-Taker has lived in for over seven years, absorbing the power of the underworld and utilizing it for the purpose of good.  

Well, give or take a few moments of impropriety.  

Occasionally he has strayed.  Strayed from his moral fiber, strayed from the straight and narrow, but always he returned.  He knew where his soul truly belonged.  

Then, one day he sought to leave the darkness and truly embrace family.  

This, apparently, pissed someone off.  A man by the name of Erik ‘Valek’ Draven.  

Of course, it didn’t take a lot to piss this man off, or to cause him to come out of his hell hole and cause terrible strife to the Sommers Family.  

First, he stalked and haunted Chamelion’s wife, Psycho Sandra, eventually kidnapping and violating her in the worst possible way.  Then, he turned his attention to Raizzor’s wife.  

What is it with him and people’s wives?  Does he not have any self esteem; can’t he get his own girl?  

Never mind, we’ve all seen his face.  

Anyway, Draven was angry that Raizzor could step from the darkness so easily, and embrace family.  It tore him up inside and it pushed him to do the unspeakable.  Draven took Raizzor’s wife and made her his own, and then at Genesis Six they attacked him, burnt him, left him for dead.  

But they didn’t make certain!  

Never! EVER! Turn your back on the Soul-Taker until you’re absolutely sure he’s done for!  

Last week, on Rampage, Draven paid the price for his incompetence!  He believed until that moment that the threat of the Soul-taker was an empty one.  He denied the mind games for he felt they were mere shadows of what Raizzor once was.  

And then the Soul-Taker appeared, and the very real feel of his fist against Draven’s jaw was enough to turn confidence into uncertainty.  Draven’s strength waned, and his power going into Sunday was called into question.   

Raizzor was alive, and he had returned.  Genesis Seven; from the depths of hell, the past returns!  

The Soul-Taker….lives, and he comes into view, his masked visage capable of making any dream turn into nightmare.  He fills the screen of black, his eyes burning with a grudge that may never be sated.  He speaks, voice raspy, dark and full of malice.  

“Two years…two years rotting in hell, biding my time until my body had healed enough to return and seek vengeance on the man who would be my murderer.  There is no threat greater then where I have been, and your Seven Gates of Hell will be child’s play in comparison.  I will seal you, Erik Draven, in your own concrete tomb, and bury you once and for all, for the injustices you have wreaked upon my family.”  

He raises his gloved hand to his mask, and slowly lifts it part way up, revealing partially healed wounds.  

“You did not finish the job, and now you will pay the ultimate price.  You thought you had the power, Draven, the power to consume me in the flames of damnation.  But you have forgotten… forgotten that Power only flows to the one who knows how, and desire alone… is not enough!”  

Lowering the mask, his eyes fill the screen.  

“There will be no rest for you, Erik Draven, when the darkness claims your soul!”  

Fade to darkness.