[The big screen lights up and we see Alexander Marsley, who has been gone from our televisions for some weeks. He is standing in a room full of chains, a place that the viewers of w2k have become all too familiar with over the course of Alexander’s career. We pan down and see the w2k Television Title around his waist, which brings about a chorus of cheers from the audience. He is standing, arms folded across his chest, looking into the shadows.]
Alexander: So, is this what it will come down to?
[Alexander asks, into the shadows. A voice, an all too eerily known voice, responds.]
Legion: Yes. If you agree to the terms, than this will be the final battle.
Alexander: What are your terms?
Legion: You and three of your…brothers in arms, against myself and my top three generals. If we win, then I gain possession of your soul, and I indwell your body with my own soul, to walk among the Earth, and unleash hell.
Alexander: An 8-man tag team match? Wrestling? You won’t stand a chance, Legion�?/FONT>
[There is a hiss from the shadows that can only be thought of as laughter.]
Legion: Not just any match…but a match that will put you into hell�?/FONT>
Alexander: What do you mean?
Legion: A cage will circle the ring, and the floor below it. Four chambers will contain two men from each team. It will begin with two from each team in the ring.
Alexander: Wargames�?/FONT>
Legion: Meets The Chamber�?/FONT>
Alexander: And how shall victory be claimed?
Legion: By elimination of all opposing members�?
Alexander: And if my team wins…you will be gone?
Legion: Yesssss…but good luck with that, mortal.
Alexander: It is a deal�?/FONT>
Legion: We will need a grand stage for this battle�?/FONT>
Alexander: Armageddon will ensue…and you shall be cast into the pit once more�?/FONT>
Legion: You will fall, Alexander…and your soul shall burn forever�?/FONT>
[Fade to black]
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