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- WIN/LOSE RECORD - Coming in 2004
- MATCH - BattleZone - LJ Black & John Patrick vrs. Mary Jane & Fyre for the MWA World Tag Team Championship
- DATE OF CARD - January 26, 2004
- LOCATION - Mexico City, Mexico
- TITLE - The Devil You Don't Know
When God realized I wanted to share in his divine glory and power, he cast me out. People say that I am selfish yet it was God who was unwilling to share what he has. My followers and I only wished to build a foundation upon which all would be equal. We were his first creations yet when I approached him and asked for more than what had offered, he struck me down and then to spit in my face, he made man in his image. I set out to prove to God that his creation, this thing he called man, was no better than I that in fact if given the choice they would want to share more than his image. They too would want to share in his power. To that end I first used the power of temptation. In that moment when Eve took the bite from that apple, I knew that I had found the means of revenge. For God had given his new creation something my kind was never offered - a soul. After they were cast from the garden of Eden, I found the opening I needed. God was not ready to fill the world with other souls when his creations first used the gift of reproduction he had granted them. Or perhaps it was in his plan all along to trap me in true hell. I had partly achieved my goal when I took the image of God himself and they called me Cane. In taking his image, God had taken from me my name. No longer was I Lucifer, the greatest of the angels. The Lord had been good to his word. I was now trapped with hell. Still, I would find ways to have the power I wanted. With this form I was one step closer to taking that which I desired. I had his image now. I would find a way to take that which he gave to man. I would take the souls of man and when I slew the one history record of my brother, as his blood flowed from his body, I sensed his soul and had found a new way to take a portion of God's power for my own. God though, wanting to punish me further, cursed me with the name of Satan. These mortals gave me another name. A name derived from both fear and respect - the name of Satan. Seldom would I need to dirty my own hands with the spilling of blood. My main joy came from knowing I could tempt my former master's creations and bend them to my will and each soul I took brought me closer to the power God himself had, or so I believed. For years I have moved among you mortals taking all that I pleased. I have been known by many names; Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan and some that you would not expect such as Aristotle. Other times people actually believed I was the devil, such as the time I spent as Donatien Alphonse Francois Sade. I was one who so many associate my name with Adolph Hitler, though the man did do so much for my cause. I will tell you this. Much the reason behind my temptation of Christ was nothing more than boredom. I had begun to find it to easy to tempt these mortals and when I tempted Judas to betray Christ, I eagerly awaited his resurrection, for it made the game much more interesting; to take souls that I could torment with the thought that if they had just turned their back on my offer and chose what God had offered instead. Here is one secret only few men know. I was John Fitzgerald Kennedy, President of the United States of America. The one man on earth who is closet to God knows of my existence and that day in Dallas, Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone under orders from the Vatican. Oswald answered to the Pope himself. The Pope believed with my hand on the button I would launch the missiles and the world would enter a nuclear winter. Of course, I had no such intentions, I just wanted the threat to exist. After Oswald made the shot, the Vatican could not afford any leaks so they sent a sleep agent in to clean up. His name was Jack Ruby and the rest as they say is history. I know you must be wondering, "How can the devil be all these people with different looks and some with well known families and birth and death records? Did he some how keep his angelic powers or perhaps he found away to return again and again in the image of God?" There are some secrets I would like to keep for myself though most would find it funny that in Dallas, Texas, the place where Kennedy died, LJ Black was supposedly born. Though you will have no use for this information even if you could remember any of this conversation.

[The eyes of Arnold Cavenaugh seem cold and empty as he sits in the office of LJ Black staring straight ahead as if unaware of where. LJ Black, wearing a black business suit and tie sits across from him, behind his desk with and evil grin on his face as Cavenaugh slowly reaches over and hands some papers to Black. He takes the papers that seem to slightly cackle with ice blue sparks when he touches them. He lays them on his desk.]

LJ: I am not sure what you have to worry about from Stephan Clay but I will do my best to see that no harm comes to you, Arnold. At least he does not want your soul.

Arnold: (laughing) My soul? I have no use for it. I would gladly sell it to the devil if doing so would keep that Clay away. You should have seen him when he found out I was doing business with you, Black I thought he was going to kill me.

LJ: I will take care of everything, Arnold. Now do you have those contracts drawn up for me? I want to take care of this situation with Brian Richman as soon as possible. I have a lot on my plate and a man who does not have the desire to compete in the ring has no right to be the number one contender to the MWA World Title. I will help Richman to make the right choice and retire rather he likes it or not.

Arnold: Yes, I will have them sent over today and thank you for your time, Black. I have an appointment to keep. Have to take my son to the Zoo.

[The two man stand and shake hands and as Cavenaugh walks out the door, a young lady with long, black hair wearing a blue dress and black heels walks in and stands before LJ's desk. He looks up at her and smiles at his new secretary.]

Stacy: Mr. Black, I have Mr. Patrick on line 1 for you.

LJ: Thank you, Stacy. Could you file this paper for me please?

[Handing his secretary the paper, he picks up his phone. As she walks out shutting the door behind her, he presses the line 1 button and speaks.]

LJ: John, have you heard the card for next week yet? I have been in a meeting all morning and have not heard anything yet. The Foundation could use some championship gold.

JP: I just got word. First, the bad news, which you already know. Hughes will challenge Sweets for the Heritage title next week then Dante will challenge Blayze for the Millennium title. Now for the good news. John Clayton has a match with Richman.

LJ: Excellent. I have had Cavenaugh draw up the contracts so now I can offer John Clayton the first shot at my $100,000 Bounty on B.A Brian Richman. As for Blayze perhaps you should offer Dante assistance considering how much you dislike the man.

JP: LJ, I am not sure you want Dante winning that match no matter my feelings for Blayze. Trinity is in a match with Iceberg, a man I hate along with Reverant and Jack Griggs. The winner gets a shot at the Millennium Title.

LJ: Looks as if it is time to step up my plans involving buying the home of Jack Griggs' parents. I will do whatever I must to ensure Trinity wins that match and goes on to capture the Millennium title. What about the two of us?

JP: That is the good part. We got a shot at the Tag Titles in a match against Mary Jane and Fyre. Do you think you will be ready for it?

LJ: I am always ready. You saw the tape from last week. That was a fast count. Brand is trying to hold down the Foundation. If that is how he wants to play it, I have been nice long enough. It is time to remind the MWA why I am the Career Killer. Brand will regret putting his little girlfriend in a match with me and if Blayze tries getting involved we will have Swanson at ringside with us to even the odds.

JP: Once we hold the Tag Titles the Foundation is going straight to the top and with the luck of the Dead Man's Hand on our side. Once we win all the cards we will rule the MWA. I have to go take care of some business now LJ, I will talk to you later.

LJ: Yes, later my friend.

[LJ hangs the phone and reaches into his desk, pulling out a small vial that appears to have an ice blue liquid inside. Holding the vial up to his face, he smiles.]

LJ: There is more power to the Dead Man's hand than even John Solomon knows. I suspect that Stephan Clay and I are the only two who may know the true power of the Hand. Don't you agree, Arnold? I guess you were right after all. You have no need for your soul.

[A small white swirl appears in the vial and if one looks close enough, it would seem to take the shape of a man's face before dissipating. Walking to the bookshelf, LJ pushes aside a set of books revealing behind them a control panel with the numbers 0-9 on it. After pressing in the code 666, the bookshelf slides to the side revealing a round shaped portal. Inside the portal is an ice blue liquid light. As LJ steps through the portal and comes out of the liquid light, on the other side is what can be described as something akin to a research lab.

The place is completely white and sterile with people wearing white containment suits with helmets with visors that hide the face of the person wearing the helmet, similar to the ones worn by the government agents in the movie ET. Handing the vial to a person in one of the containment suits, LJ watches as they walk over and place the vial into what appears to be a safety deposit box. Opening his mouth, he takes a deep breath and exhales smoke seeming to come from his mouth as it does when a person breathes on a cold day.

Turning and walking down the hall towards another part of the place, he passes by a thermometer which reads - 200. Next to the thermometer is a sign that reads "The Tenth Level of Hell. Reserved for Lawyers and Politicians" as the scene focuses on the sign before slowly fading out.]

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