** Fuel ois walking around a collapsed building looking side to side in the brick and rubble seemingly searching for something as he sees the large shadow of Shaman looking down into a puddle of water he is looking into as Fuel walks up and says something.**

Fuel: " Hey Shaman is this area safe??"

Shaman: " Its fine Fuel!"

** Fuel looks over his shoulder and notices an old boiler and walks over looking inside running his hands over the scorched surface on the inside of the boiler and smiling as the camera pans back to Shaman who is still looking down into the puddle.**

Shaman: " A million different possibilities coming. Lockdown you and Devils Own have bigger problems come Fiesta. Oh im not going to spoil it for you Ladies. Im just sick and tired of your antics and bullS@$t i will gaurantee one thing Lockdown. That title you so graciously screwed me out of will be around my waste at the end of Fiesta with whats left of yoyur pride. You scare nobody least of all me. You think you were dangerous and guess what your not!! Yet you and your idiotic friends want to interfere in my affairs that is fine. Im going to begin to hurt you there!

** Shaman then reaches down and picks up a rok and holds it looking and then raises his eyes.**

Shaman: "Then im going to hurt you at the Bourbon Street Brawl. No there is no safe place for you anymore. You crossed a simple line several times and i have run my voice raggid warning you. There are no mor warnings to yu and yours Lockdown. Leviathan bring him, Stephen Murphy bring him hell bring the whole damn roster im pissed off enough that im going to hurt each and everyone of you. O you will never foresee what i have pl;anned. Remember that i have just begun and in the end im going to hurt you in more ways than one!"

** Shaman tosses the stone down and turns and walks towards the window and looks out over the rubble strewn area from where the building has been demolished.**

Shaman: " The beginning of the end. I am going to have to make you all bleed and hurt forever. One sight is set who will be the first victim Lockdown. Your game is nothing compared to the one i will now be playing with your heads. You will bleed. Im going to everything i can and nothing short of F!$@ing killing you damn idiots. You want pain you have it coming in spades. You want Chaos you have it as well. You want Stryfe then that is something you will have to come to terms with. Welcome to the real hell that is your lives! You own the WWA i think not. I own your pathetic little souls and when all is said and done. Lockdown your going to wish you were back in jail and Leviathan your going to wish you were a fisherman of the grand banks. Trying to get as far away from the coming storm that is me!"

** Shaman turns and walks to Fuel and points as Fuel nods and walks out the doorway as Shaman walks off slowly as his echoe'd voice is heard.**

Shaman: " One day at a time gentlemen. One day at a time. The answers will be coming very shortly and trust me you will not like them. retaliation is coming in one form or another. Good riddance to a bad day. Good afternoon to a beautifully bloody ass night!!"

** Shaman turns and steps through the doorway disappearing as suddenly flames erupt from the doorway and onto the wall revealing two words.**

GOT BLOOD!!