Quietly bustles of people go flying by in Chicago’s O’Hare International Airport. Slowly these people move back and forth like ants. Looking at them you begin to question what it is that has them so busy rushing through life like there is no tomorrows left for them. The destiny is before them and they do not seem to grasp it and hold onto it with all there might. Suddenly a flurry of kids run past the camera and run into a book store as a few of them pick up a wrestling Magazine. Holding one up the title reads “Shaman wins 3 out of Five against Samuelsson what will the match be? Will it be announced on Meltdown? Stay tuned WWA Fans!” Slowly a large figure walks through the crowd as they move. He looks around and smiles with a disturbing smile. The one thought that comes to mind is what he is thinking.

“Sheep all of them are sheep for the greater goings on of the world. Look at them rush around to there little destinations like bees to flowers. What are they achieving? Absolutely nothing. Did you truly feel I would stay in some little hole while I make my way back to face two opponents? No it is a fight that I wanted and the two of them will make it perfect for me to comeback and crush someone before my feet. Hating the game is nothing when the player is the one holding all the chess pieces. Shaman comes and beats me at what? Games damnable games. He chose contests that which he would prevail to purposely suck me into his little void.”

Shoving two men out of his way Samuelsson makes his way through the airport to an area where private plains are rented and chartered for flights. Samuelsson leans down and speaks to the lady.

“I am Samuelsson I do not fly with the sheep. My plain better be ready or else!”

The lady nodded and motioned for him to move forward as he walked down a tunnel and out onto the tarmack looking about he noticed the jet that was from Norway and he nodded his approval.

“The comforts of home are what is needed here. This plain was supplied to me by a mutual benefactor who has his hands in a lot of pots. He is a fan and has supplied me with transportation when I am here. I do think it is because his wench thinks of me as something more than a wrestler, perhaps a god even. Much to my enjoyment I must add, but that does not change my mood to fight and conquer. Sometimes even a Viking must enjoy the accommodations provided for him.”

Chuckling he slowly climbs into the leer jet and grins as he sits in a large seat prepared for him. Sitting down he looks around and then looks out the window as the jet begins to taxi out onto the runway. Leaning back he reaches over and grabs a remote control and turns on a television as he pays attention to matches playing on the screen, Matches of different men and opponents. He stops the images as he watches both Dave Harley and Damien Thorne. He reaches up and rubs his chin looking at them intently.

“Two players return to the field of combat. Two respected Generals who have in their own ways conquered the WWA. Yet they fail to realize there are many new blood roaming around and a Viking Conqueror waiting to crush them all. This is war old men should stay home and be old men. This isn’t a game for the braggarts and swine.”

Pressing play again he watches the screen as Tommy Starr’s image appears and he stops it.

“Perhaps you have something I will come and take from you. It was once mine. Maybe I will use it as a weapon to merely maim you or at the least make sure you never walk again. Time will tell won’t it.”

Laughing loudly he leans back as Rage in the Cage begins to flow through all of the past events and he notices something very odd about most of them. Shaman has been in every one of them that he has noticed and then he focuses on Nick Adams and Belial Kahn.

“So Shaman has been there for war. Nick Adams and Belial Kahn, two men who I will intend on crushing like vermin. You have chosen an unwise path gentlemen and that path ;leads you to me. You wanted a fight then I shall give you one. You will see the most violent opponent you have ever seen. This will be the most troublesome match for you in your whole lives. I will do things to you that should be banned in terms of pain and punishment. Your turns to understand once again why I am the most dangerous man you have ever seen. Adams your past defeats will pale in comparison. Kahn our last meeting will be a chip of ice off the iceberg that is Samuelsson.”

Samuelsson leans forward.

“Look around you guys. Did you actually think it was going to be easy. Adams has a clue, but you Kahn have cowered in the darkness keeping quiet and praying that I don’t kill you this time around for being defeated by your tag team partner. It is just a match tossed onto the fuel of my rage. Things have been too quiet for me since GTT5 kind of a boring period and the loss to Starr woke me up and this make me even more dangerous.”

Samuelsson stops and laughs heartily and then faces the camera as an idea is obviously forming in his mind.

“You know I think this is time for me to set the WWA on notice and at Meltdown I am coming in and going to show everyone why it is that I am dangerous. Nobody is safe from me and to hell with what the uppers think. I am Jorge Samuelsson and my contract is to conquer. They want a conqueror I the descendant of the aesir will crush any and every little thing in my path. The one man Phobos who could have saved you from me is gone. Who do you put in front of me now?”

Samuellson chuckles as he shakes his head.

“A man who chokes under pressure and a big man with weak knees who can’t hold up his little tag partners ego. Then in the end I have to face an old man in Shaman. Why do I even bother. Shaman may not be old and he may be the longest guy in the WWA, but to me that makes him old. His time and age has passed him by. If he is going to stand a chance in anything he has to change.”

Samuelsson leans back and closes his eyes.

“I have opened my eyes and seen the path set before me by the fates. The gods have shined upon me once again and now is the time to conquer. The nightmare is only beginning to form. Wake up before it is too late. You may live to see another dawn!”

The camera fades out as the jet is seen banking to the right and flying towards the sun as the clouds are below it and fade from view as lightning flashes in the clouds nearby seemingly signaling the coming of a larger storm.