Fade into the Sommers
Ranch, back home in
Raizzor watches in
silence… contemplating what is being said, and when it finishes, Raizzor clicks off the remote control..
he sits in silence for a moment more, then speaks…
“You
expect many things, Nightmare… add defeat to those expectations… for the Rumble
will mark your most horrible loss ever… not only at the hands of the Soul-Taker
will you be witness to the darkness pouring over your eyes… but you will feel
the Tempest Championship ripped from your possession and it will fall gently
into mine!”
“Do not
waste your breath sending me threats about what you will do if I come down to
your match on Monday… I will do what I wish… I always have..
because no one, least of all you, Nightmare can and will intimidate the
Soul-Taker or make him fear….but I will tell you this, for the chance to indeed
compete against you for your title at the Rumble.. I will keep away.. only because it benefits me to
do so… but if you fail to retain on Monday, rest assured… you won’t leave The
Fleet Center in one piece.”
“It also
is a lame attempt to talk about intelligence against me… I’ve played that game
on many occasiosn, as well have I been the target of
such invalid remarks…The darkness is my home, Nightmare… it is why my dreams
never frighten me.. it is why men such as yourself do
not intimidate me… the Pit of Pain will be just another match in many matches I
will have… to which my opponent needs any help he can find in his bid to defeat
me… “
“Blood…
it will flow freely that night.. mine and yours both…
it will mix and it will permeate the air with it’s copper taste… one of us will
not walk from that ring… the other, may walk with help… destruction is the key,
Nightmare… and the Soul-Taker knows exactly what it will take to put you away… “
“I am not
a very emotional man, not when it comes to my matches, my opponents and my
mission… I may not have the zing that my brother has..
or the desire to make funny comments to entertain the
fans… this is serious business… and I will agree that the Pit of Pain match
will be a war to end all wars… that is why it is obvious that the Soul-Taker is
a part of it.. it is why when the smoke clears and the
bell rings… it will be no surprise to anyone who will be standing, and who will
be buried under the ground….”
At that moment, Chamelion…
with a bandage over his left eye and gauze on his head,
peaks into the room…
“Hey, bro.. I heard you say something about not having Zing like
me? Come on.. I
bet you could tell a joke… “
“No.”
“Come
on!! Just one… “
“No.”
“Ok ok.. I’ll tell one.. Hey, Nightmare.. did ya hear that my brother is
trying to start a basketball team…?”
”Mark!!”
“Yeah,
it’s for guys six feet and under!!!!!”
Chamelion starts laughing
before he grimaces from the pain and moans, leaving the room. Raizzor stares
after him a moment before turning back to us.
He starts to speak, but stops.. the absurdedy of Chamelion’s joke
sinking in… he goes to speak again, but his eyebrows crease as he realizes the
flow of the promo has been completely ruined…frustrated, Raizzor
stands, throws his hands up and stalks off screen…
Fade.