Time: 2:14 pm~Blood in his eyes, he can barely see, but he continues to fight on. He swings and swings, but can't seem to see his adversary. By some dumb luck or maybe supernatural force, who knows, he kicks out and connects with something. Hope flowing through his mind, he grabs out...and luckily, connects with the back of the head of his, now-bent over, opponent. Then, as a new strength flows through him, he sits on the ground, bringing the head with him. Smack, the guy's face has now connected with the floor. Blindly, but still guided, the Shaggy-Black Haired man makes his way to a turnbuckle. He climbs up and stands on the top. Throwing two middle fingers up in the direction he knows the crowd is in, he pushes down on the ropes and flies backward in a moonsault. By some lucky chance, he connects, and lays there for three seconds. He has just won the biggest match of his life...~
~Suddenly, the scene comes to life. The camera pans around on the inside of what looks like the main worship room of a church. There are pews and a podium on top of a small stage up in the front. The camera pans up and looks at the Cross in the middle of the front wall; the cross with Jesus Christ nailed to it. It pans more around the main room. It looks as though the walls are somewhat discolored or something is wrong with them. It spins one full circle again, taking everything in, until finally it stops at the back of the room, where the main entrance is. There shown is a man laying on the ground, face bleeding horribly. He is obviously unconscious, as for the whole fact he is not moving. Either that or he is dead. The camera than makes its way over the fallen body, and out to the front yard of the church. The sky is a dark gray, and it is threatening to pour. Standing there, head bowed, back turned to the camera, is Raz. After a few minutes in silence, he turns around. His Dreaded hair is dyed red, matching his eyes. His attire consists of a long coal-black robe, that reaches down to his feet. All that can be seen of his feet, however, are the tips, the toes, so-to-speak, of his black boots. He has a few small stitches in his forehead, as well. In his right hand, he is holding a little book. In his right, a staff of some sort. He chuckles his trademark evil chuckle then looks at the camera~
RaZ: Ah, here we are. What a beautiful setting. A Dark Sky, Black-Gray Clouds, Pouring rain on the way. One of the best days I've seen in quite a while. And, of course, it matches with such a setting as this
~He waves his hand toward the church, grinning and shaking his head
RaZ: Now. I know this is quite the strange setup, is it not? The messenger of the Dark One, The Vessel of Evil itself, hanging out at a church. Well, since I can't stick my poacher knife in all your eyes, let me answer all those questions that are roaming through your stupid-ass minds. The Messenger of the Dark One is standing in front of a church, yes, so you stupid mudafacoos aren't blind, at least. And Yes, it's very unlikely. However, The Carrier of the Black Cloud is not here because he likes the place. And no, he's not here cause he's going to church this Sunday. He is here to address something that he has been far too busy to address before, since he's had more important things on his mind than a few stupid, punk-ass cocky bitches. So, now that I answered all your stupid questions, you can all fookoof, and let me carry on to the more important things that actually matter.
~He walks from his current position to another area, a field, around the back of the church. He makes his way to another cross; it is a cross made out of wood, a big cross in the backyard. At the base of the cross are some dry branches. He stands at the base of the cross, and looks back toward the camera
RaZ: The cross...hmmmm, supposedly, this signafies dying for life, or some stupid mudafacoo who committed suicide to help the future or somethin'. Well, I say it's all bullshit. To me, this just represents one thing that we all know. But, anyway, there is a method behind even being at this moronic building of worship. Let me see...oh yes, for a second it slipped my mind, as all unimportant matters do.
~He grins again~
RaZ: Evans, Tyler Evans. You have to be one of the most sorry cases I've ever heard of. You stand there, crying like a bitch, blabbing on and on and on about how you have passion, and what you think wrestling is all about. You are a very twisted case, Evans. Twisted because you think that just because I didn't shut you out when I had the chance that you can beat me and I can't beat you. I've been told by many that the only purpose is not to win, but to enjoy yourself out there, to give it your all, and show others what you're made of. Now, I don't care about showing others, cause I'd rather scalp them all with my tomahawk. Giving it your all, however, I was created to do. And people may ask me, 'do you enjoy yourself while you're out there?' And before I wrap my hands around their neck and choke them to death, I tell them: 'You're asking me if I enjoy going out there and pounding my opponents' faces into a bloody pizza, and cause bloodbaths, and drink the blood after? Of course you stupid-ass. Why else would I keep going out there again and again every night? Why else would I continue to wreak havoc and pain and suffering on everyone week after week, night after night?'
~He bows his head for a second, says something in a foreign language, than looks back up~
RaZ: On the other hand, you have the ones who believe that they can't live, that they can't make it, they can't survive, without a win. Those are the type of whining little bitches that complain about how they were screwed out of their loss, or the opponent cheated. Now, I don't know if you have seen it, but I have, after your most recent match. Tell me now, are you really all about winning? And, oh yea, I don't see how it is possible for anyone to 'Lose by their own choice.' So maybe you oughta reevaluate and rethink everything over, before you contradict yourself again. And you should do that before you meet up face-to-face, one-on-one, with the Messenger of the Dark One, the Vessel of Destrucion, of evil, anger, hatred, death, anguish. Because once I am done with you, your mind won't be able to handle thinking or evaluating. And I'll tell you this: if, by the will of the Dark One, you are to fall to the evil intention, it will not be by your own choice that you are hoisted into the air, and slammed through the mat down to hell.
~He chuckles an insane evil chuckle, raises his staff into the air, than brings it back down, and grins~
RaZ: Ah yes, that reminds me, Evans. I have been to Hell and Back, you ignorant mudafacoo. And I'd gladly make that trip again. Not only am I on the most important mission given by the Dark One, but I am also held in high accord down there.
~He looks toward the sky, shakes his head, and laughs very evily. He seems to be thinking or remembering something before finally a fire burns in his eyes, and he seems angrier as he remembers this something. He breaths in deeply, lets it out in a growl, slowly moves his head back down to the camera.
RaZ: You must know Evans, that had I been told to just pick you up with one hand, and throw you out, I would've. But I was told to just cause damage, hurt you, make you suffer...at all costs. And I did that. You weren't moving, and that is how it was wanted. And no matter what I leave with this Friday, you will be in that same bloody, unconscious, down on the ground, state you were the first time. Bells do not stop me, striped shirts do not stop me, not even guys in suits with a million dollars or more can stop me.
~He smiles an angry, insane smile, once again, shakes his head, and nods his head as something else comes to his mind~
RaZ: You want to talk about sacrifice, and how you seem to think that you're going to be willing to sacrifice yourself for anything. Well, I think than you must know the word, hypocrite. Cause you say you're willing to sacrifice yourself, yet I made a sacrifice, and you say it was a bad idea? That I shouldn't have done it. Like I said earlier, Evans, you are truly a twiztid case. And, of course, we have another issue that has to do with your ignorance and this whole situation...
~He walks out of view for a minute, than comes back with a Redhaired, 20-year old woman. She has one black eye and her face is tear-streaked and writhed in pain as Raz drags her to the big cross by her hair. Her wrists are binded, holding a small wooden Cross pendant, which also has Christ Nailed to it. Her black tanktop is a little tattered, showing there was a struggle. She is also clothed in tight jeans, and a cross necklace. She is a very attractive young woman. Raz throws her to the ground at the base of the cross. She just stays huddled in a ball, crying as Raz grins~
RaZ: Now. Kara, here, decided she'd be 'Helpful' and interfere with my beatdown of her sweet ol' daddy inside...look where it got her. So, Khanrai, let me tell you, and your dumb little bitch, Oneru, that if she in any way shape or form, decides she's going to interfere in my beatdown and blood bath of Evans, that I will not have any problem flattening her out. Knocking her unconscious will not hurt my feelings in any way. And if you, Khanrai, decide you're going to get into the middle of this, than I will lay you out cold, even though I liked the belt shot. The blood dripping off my head tasted very good, thank you. I'm telling You, Khanrai, and I'm telling you, Oneru...the slap was just a warning. If you fuck with me in my mission, you will be made victims to the mindless slaughter as well. So think before you decide you're going to 'Make your presence felt' Don't mess with the Messenger, when he's on his mission, Bitches.
~He walks over to Kara and yanks the cross out of her hands. She shrinks back from him as much as she can, which isn't much, and holds her binded wrists up in front of her face, thinking she's gonna get punched again~
RaZ: Now, let's get on with this. Evans, you say that you're God in human form...riiiiiight. But obviously, you seem to think you are intertwined with that beot. Sooooo, you must surely know, since he seems to be your best friend or something, that, resurrection or not, even God died. Which still proves the point that no one, not even God, can escape Death. Soooo, Evans, you claim that you're God in human form? Woot woot, good for you. But you, just like everyone and everything, cannot escape the Reaper when he comes for you. And I might as well be death, and we meet on Friday. You can't hide and you will not escape.
~He has the camera follow him as he walks back over to Kara, yanks her up by her hair as she squeels in pain. He slams her against the big cross, stunning her. Then he lifts her up into the air. He holds her against the cross and ties her to it. He then throws off his robe, showing bodypaint of an oddly manner on his bare upper torso. Weird designs and shapes. All in black and Hellfire red colors. He is also wearing black and red baggy cloth pants. He lights his staff on fire with a small torch, than opens his little book. He bows his head and reads some strange passages in the foreign language. He makes his way over to the cross Kara is tied to, and sets it on fire. His own little sacrifice. His eyes look posessed as he smiles and Kara Screams in terror and Fear. He than walks up to the church, grins again, and tosses his staff through the front door of the church. The church immediately bursts into flames. He then speaks in a low, very evil voice~
The Black Cloud of Death follows me everywhere I go. I carry it on my shoulders. The Reaper lays within the cloud. It goes with me, and no one can escape it or hide from it. It will consume all the souls of the world and beyond. Not even the Lord God, Himself, is safe from it
~He looks toward the cross, at Kara screaming and crying as the flames leap up toward her body, than toward the church, engulfed in flame with the Pastor still in it, than he picks up the smaller cross he had stolen from Kara before he tied her to the cross. He sets that on fire, holds it, and watches it burn, possessive eyes glimmering in the reflection of the flames~
RaZ: So it is said, and so it will come to pass, as stated by the Dark Killa and Messenger of the Dark One Himself
~The scene fades out as more shirlling and even more painful screams are heard from Kara, and the Church one bit ball of flame, the little cross burned almost to nothing~
Pre-Match Ceremony: Raz Style