~The scene opens up on a Hot Sunny June Day. The sky is blue, no clouds in sight. The sun is beaming down and it is 87 degrees out. The Camera pans around, taking in the beautiful scenery and birds flapping by. Suddenly, a voice that sounds a little bit annoyed, and is recognized as Raz's voice~RaZ: Goddamnit, Mace, you dumb bitch, turn that camera around. We may be ugly, but we're more important than the goddmaned Scenery!
Mace: Pffft, you're such an asshole. Okay okay, fine
~The camera pans around to show Raz, Shadow, and Mydnyte, holding hands and singing koombya........Just playing. Actually, they're standing there, getting ready to speak
SHADOW
Somebody once said 'Love and marriage; you can't have one without the other.' I cannot remember if it was Frank Sinatra or Al Bundy. Regardless, the same can be said of Darkness and Death. They go hand-in-hand. Redline and Seth Dryden may or may not be able to co-exist as a team. RaZ and myself on the other hand? We're peanutbutter and jelly. We're the mothafuckin' Dynamic Duo. Darkness Falls over the lottery tournament and Death shall consume all that comes in our way.
~RaZ clears his throat as he sips away at his Red Pop~
RaZ: Now Redline, you may be the Supremacy Champ and all, but fuck that. Y'think winnin' a title makes you a God...or, possibly in your case...a Goddess? News Flash, Beot, a belt and gold an' money an' all that shit means nothing to the Grim Reaper, or even the Dark Lord himself. Do you think that when the Black Cloud of death comes to consume your soul, that a piece of leather and metal is gonna get you a Get Outta Hell free ticket? Mudafacoo, it won't even get you past go. Reaper don't care about a title, just his huge appetite for wretched souls. Speakin' of that belt, the way you pamper that thing makes it flash in the brain that you screw the belt more than that ho Skye of yours. With Death and Darkness hot on your trail, the only red you're gonna see is the red of your blood once we're bathing in it. And the only line you'll end up meeting is what is known as the flatline. And you're trip to the flatline and your ticket into hell, is through our door.
SHADOW
Think about this, Redline. Yeah, you may have won the five-man massacre match. I cannot take that away from you. However, Roach stole a victory from me to get into that match. If he hadn't had to take a cheap ticket into the match, do you think you would be Supremacy champion right now? Friday, you will have to wrestle the shadows within. Consider yourself lucky you got out of doing so before then. Besides, this title of mine says I'm your equal. You may be the best wrestler in Supreme Wrestling over 220 lbs. But, I'm the best wrestler in Supreme Wrestling under 220 lbs. I've proven that I am better than Johnny Sands, I've proven that I am better than Dante Romano, I've proven that I am better than Christopher Belmont, I've proven that I am better than Heather DiRocco, I've proven that I am better than Lotus, I've proven that I am better than Ben 'The Fox' Lopez, I've proven that I am better than Matt Nitro of course, I've proven that I am better than your partner Seth Dryden but that's not saying much, I've proven that I am better than Sean Cage, and this Friday, I will prove that Redline is just another name to be added to the list.
RaZ: Of course, it'll be much easier to go through you this Friday, Redline, when Shadow has RaZ at his side. You can't defeat death, and death in itself is what I represent. I don't care about those belts, I don't care about the win/loss record, as was proven by me in the Battle Royal last Friday. The only thing I care about is the bathing I will be doing in the Blood of Redline and Seth Dryden. When Death and Darkness comes to you, your soul will be consumed. Fo'shwami, it is said, and it will come to pass, as stated by the Dark Killa and The Freak of Nature, themselves.
~He lets out his trademark evil chuckle as the scene fades to black, thus signaling the end of the promo~
Differences Aside [Part II] (Co-Written With Shadow)