Fade into the Sommers Ranch, back home in Las Vegas, Nevada.. it’s late evening and Jasmine has put Daniel to bed and herself retired for the evening.  Chamelion, visiting while recurperating from his injuries, is watching TV in the guest room.  On the couch, Raizzor is quietly flipping through cable channels, calm and surreal in the moment.. he stops on an airing of an HiC show, and notices that Nightmare has released new material.  About time, Raizzor thinks.. one would think the man had fallen off the face of the Earth.

 

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.

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