~It's outside of Stately Cage Manor, at 10:30 pm. The door opens and out of it walks Raz. He has Black and White Facepaint on, in designs somewhat resembling a skull, with a Blue Band painted over his eyes. He has his SW Tag Title slung over his left Shoulder, A Football Jersey with his own Black and White Painted Face on it. Below that is a Smaller design. A small red silouhette, of a person with spiked hair carrying a hatchet. He comes walking down the steps and stops in front of his car, taking the belt off his shoulder and looking at it. A few seconds later, Mydnyte comes running out behind him. She is holding a small cd in her hand as she catches up to him at his car.~Mydnyte: What is this, anyway? Aren't you at least going to tell me that?
~Raz looks at the Cd, up to Mydnyte's face, than back to the Cd, than to his belt, somewhat seeming to ignore her~
RaZ: Watch it and find out. I'm sure it'll answer plenty of your questions on its own.
~He turns back away, looking back to his belt~
Mydnyte: Jesus Christ. What has gotten into you lately? You didn't even let me come out to ringside when you and Justin won those
RaZ: Well, mainly because I didn't trust that mudafacoo, Jake, and I certainly don't trust Evans. Fuck, and I figured Shane would be out there at some point. I couldn't let anything be a distraction in that match
Mydnyte: Oh? So now I'm a distraction?
RaZ: Think about it? What's the best way to get someone's attention if you're against them?
Mydnyte: Um....
RaZ: Attacking someone who is close to somebody else, right?
Mydnyte: Oh...yeah
RaZ: Now think about it...what would've happened had those bitches decided 'hmmm, we stand no chance against these two, so we'll attack the little sister to catch their attention'
Mydnyte: Than Shadow...and you, most likely'd, worry about saving me, and turn your back on the opponents?
RaZ: Exactly. Now, I have a few things to say...so, just go on in and watch that...I'm sure it'll be worth it for you
~Mydnyte nods, turns around, and slowly walks away~
Mydnyte: Okay
~Raz makes his way into his car, grabs a camera, and sets it up in front of the car, than sits down on the hood. The scene pops to life with him smiling evily and shaking his head. The title is very well shown on his shoulder. He pats it~
RaZ: Well. I guess this right here is proof of what we've been saying all along. Once Death and Darkness are on the same page, and the Black Cloud is Intensified, there is no escape from it. The Freak of Nature and the Dark Killa are an unstoppable force. I wasn't in it for this, but getting this just shows how true I was to the point, when I said that nothing'd slow up my mission I have been sent on by the Dark One himself. Look around, and think...have I been true to what I said I was going to do...yes, I have. But it doesn't end there...no, it's not even close to the end. I have quite a bit left of my mission. Nothing will slow me, and nothing will catch me off guard.
~He pauses for a second, to let out an insane laugh, before continuing~
RaZ: Well, let's see...it seems like it's about time to get to the matter at hand...Tyler Shane, you Richie-Bitch Mudafacoo, although you're quite the beot, it seems that you actually came up with a good idea. That just brings one question to the mind, though. How much will you influence the ranks of your hound dogs, Jake and Evans? How high will they be once this is all over? Well, I guess we'll find out, won't we? I have to say, though, the Six-sided, four rings, shall be one of the best things to ever happen. More chances to bring a bloodbath into the mix...brought to you by yours truly. At the end of this, I don't care what Rank I am...I don't care what Title I'm going for, if I even end up going for one...but, I will care about how much havok and pain I can Bring into that match, with my cloud on my shoulders. Be wary...every last participant in this rumble...cause when the Dark Killa, the Messenger of Evil, the Vessel of Hate and the soldier of the Dark One, comes into that blood-fest, there is no letting up. Even if he is thrown over those ropes, he will just come running back in, even if he is eliminated, and go for more. Bells don't stop me, refs don't stop me, not even security stops me. If anything gets in the way of my wrath, I will destroy it. Best bet...don't stop the Predator from gettin' his prey. Fo'shwami, it'll just be your own mistake. I'm coming, and with me is the Reaper and the power of evil...and there is no escape from this...And so it is, and so it will come to pass, as stated by the Dark Killa, The Messenger of Evil, The Vessel of Destruction, himself.
~He stops, his hellfire eyes staring at the camera, as if posessed, than he stands up, and turns off the camera~
Rumble=Quite the Satisfaction