People here in the WWA see these words and immediately fear strikes them. Fear grasp’s their throats and their breath is squeezed from their lungs. The heart begins to pound like the proverbial jack hammer. Not me, not the one they call DIRGE.

(From the darkness stands the back of a figure, black top and pants are his attire. A silver mask covers his head. And the words “YOU ARE DOOMED” grace his back. It is the man named DIRGE. The one man who sees his mission is the destruction of the Devil’s Own. He seems intense and concentrating on the ground before him.)

Not I, Ian. I have challenged your personal beast. I have taken the best he had to offer and sent him packing from the WWA. He no longer can call the WWA home. And how does that feel Ian? Knowing that at Meltdown, you have to face me as well. But I am not stupid. With the remerge, your numbers grow. And the Devil’s Own grows stronger. Yes they may grow stronger but I do not care. For I see allies in the WWA. I see men you despise and will help them. I will rid the WWA of your cancer and make it right once again.

(The camera begins to pan around and we see that DIRGE with his familiar, P.O.D printed on the front of his shirt. In front of him is a simple picture burning. It is of Ian Tense. DIRGE stares directly at it and his voice bellows in the empty room.)

The Devil belongs in hell. Where the flames engulf him and his realm is for all to see. Ian, I am not too stupid to promise an anything for Meltdown. Because as I said your numbers will grow at Meltdown and I am alone. But not for long, for I will help those you oppress. Those you trick into helping you and those you have manipulated into your service. And this will tear the Devil’s Own down. Piece by piece. The Devil’s Own will now feel that terror they seek in others. They will see their own lungs tighten and their hearts pounding uncontrollably. The time has come for the Devil’s Own to feel the fear they impose on others.

(DIRGE stamps on the burning picture and the ashes disintegrate under his feet. The smoke rises and DIRGE breathes it in. He then stands and folds his arms and the camera now faces him.)

It’s time to extinguish the Devil’s Own.