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A cameraman is seen walking around in a graveyard, as the macabre scene opens for all the fans to see. The cameraman looks around nervously, unsure of what he's about to find. Suddenly, from behind him, he hears a low, gutteral laugh. The poor cameraman slowly turns and comes face to face with the Prince of Pain himself, Python. Python tells the cameraman to "keep rolling" and to "follow him" as he walks away. Both men walk to a truly unsettling sight: two very large headstones carved with the names "Jason Caine" and "Scott Jansen" and as the cameraman pans back to Python, he strangely has a truly twisted look on his face...

Python: Jason Caine, take a good long look. Look at what your future holds. No fun and games, no championship glory, just abject failure and disappointment. I do not relish what I am about to do to you in a very short time, but for the greater cause, it must be done. My legacy has already begun, and you will simply become another victim of the madness that I will spread throughout this place. You, Jason Caine, will be instrumental in ushering WAR into it's darkest days!  

As for you, Scott Jansen, I neither know much about you, nor do I care to. You are nothing but another victim, walking themselves to their own demise. As a cow is lead to slaughter under its own footing, so too will you be brought to your own destruction by your own actions. Oh, you will try and fight it, because everyone does. You'll try to stop me, just as countless others have tried. Yet, like those other unfortunate souls, you will fail. Jansen, this headstone tells of your immediate future. It is one of Fear, Failure, and Fustration.

I know that even now, both of you can feel it. You can sense it even in the marrow of your bones. What is it you feel? It is my Venom, and it comes to deliver you to the darkness. As you both enter the ring, you will fully realize just how deadly it is...

Python stops speaking, grabs a shovel, and digs two smallish holes in the ground in front of the headstones. A few moments later he stops and speaks again...

Python: Jason Caine and Scott Jansen. Two men who will be sacrifices for my campaign of terror. Tow young men filled to the brim with bravado and courage. The only problem is you will find yourself completely devoid of both the very moment you lock your eyes onto mine. For at that very moment, Fear will grip your hearts, and Terror will seize your very souls. My venom will overtake you, and my Poison will have collected two more victims to add to the myriad of victims yet to come.

Gentlemen, do not mourn your careers, because they were of no consequence to anyone anyway. You both tried and failed to make any significant impact since your arrivals, and thus, I shall do my part in aiding you both in a dual, merciful execution. An execution of your hopes and aspirations. An execution of your very careers. Your collective futures lie in my hands, and within them, they will be obliterated. Crushed into dust, remembered no more.

if you still think you can defeat me, gentlemen, then by all means show up for the match. Show the world all your fancy moves and snazzy parlor tricks. Then, when all that is done, and your facades have been stripped away, the world will see you as you truly are: Inferior individuals trapped in a world of utter madness, locked in a battle with the ringmaster himself! Pretenders to the throne, staring into the gaze of the King of Mayhem.

Prepare youself for the greatest, and last fight of your pathetically short careers. The truth stares at you, dead in the face, and there is no escaping it. Do not fear what you do not know I will do. Instead, fear what you know I will do, for that is far more terrifying than anything you could possibly imagine. The hour draws nigh, and soon judgement will be at hand, and I shall become Judge, Jury, and Executioner!

Scott Jansen and Jason Caine, fight me if you dare. Stand against me, if you must. Just remember this above all else:

 THERE IS NO CURE FOR PURE POISON, AND THERE IS NO CURE FOR ME!

The man walks away laughing, with a laugh that rankles with an echo that reaches right into your soul and never lets go. He walks away as the screen fades to black....