** A lone tv in the center of the room seems to ne doing nothing as the camera looks at it in different angles as it suddenly flashes to life with a view most horrendous.**

Shaman disappears into the back as EMTs swarm the ring.

Chase: Well, I don't know where Shaman is going, but at least we have some assistance out there for Jimmi.

Mikal: Is shame that Zion got in Shaman's way. Now, perhaps he will know better.

Chase: You know, regardless of the outcome, Jimmi Zion put up one hell of a fight here.

Mikal: Agreed, but...

Mikal is silenced as a U-Haul box truck backs into the arena. From the cab of the truck, comes Shaman.

Chase: What is he doing back here?

Mikal: He is not done yet!

Shaman chases the EMTs away, and hoists Zion up over his shoulder. With a sadistic gleam, he carries Zion to the truck and tosses him inside.

Chase: What the hell? He just threw Zion into the back of that truck! Is he kidnapping Jimmi Zion?

With a dark laugh, Shaman closes the rear door of the truck, and latches it securely.

Chase: Dammit! Somebody stop him!

Mikal: Get the cameras ready outside!

Shaman hops back into the cab of the truck and roars from the arena.

Chase: This is terrible!

Mikal: Vhy are you alvays so negative?

In the parking lot, the truck roars forward, swerving left to right.

Chase: Zion must be getting tossed around back there with those sharp turns.

Mikal: Is just more beating from Shaman!

The truck stops its swerving and barrels forward, picking up speed.

Chase: Oh no...

Mikal: Is going faster now!

The heavy truck slams headlong into a parked car, shattering it beyond all recognition. Shattered glass and twisted metal litter the parking lot, as the trunk comes to it's sudden, crashing stop.

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Chase: ...oh my god...

Mikal: ...uh oh...

Several long moments pass.

Chase: I think we're going to need professional attention for both of these men. Dammit, where are the paramedics?

Suddenly, the driver's door opens. Shaman pushes aside the cloth balloon as he crawls from the vehicle.

Shaman: Bless the spirits for air bags. Too bad poor Jimmi-boy didn't have one back there. Maybe next time, I'll use a garbage truck!

Shaman grins and limps away.

Chase: Oh my god...thank goodness that we're out of time.

** Suddenly the camera freezes as a picture of Zions face bloodied and battered before the fateful event is frozen in time. A paused state as Shaman steps forward near the tv and speaks.**

Shaman: " A nightmare Zion. A memory that will haunt you and yours for the rest of your life. Today Friday the 30th it is my birthday. 29 years old Zion. A day that has been haunting my life. I was never expected to live to be 29. When i was a child i extracted a disease which should have killed me. Yet i grew stronger and never developed none of the ill effects or symptoms. Three years after be told i was going to die i learned that i was mistreated and misdiagnosed. I was stronger willed and my spirit was stronger for it. I vowed that day that i will become something more. Something so much more than i was!!"

** Shaman grabs the tv and lifts it throwing it across the room at the camera and growls as the camera falls and the tv shatters on the floor as the camera man quickly recovers the camera to focus in on Shaman who is right up in front of the camera quickly. **

Shaman: " It isn't merely tha fact that i have been beating you for victory Zion. Ive been teaching you the lessons of extreme and hardcore. yet you do not see this! Have i been misled that you truly believe that i have not been up to something? No Zion i refuse to believe you are that blind and expect to walk away utterly untouched. Your family truly feels that they are untouchable and that i am going to be bothered by something. Tell your father if he is to bother me his fate will rival your own. I am very dangerous and trust me i can and will make anyone bleed who messes with me. Your family has finally begun to see your nightmare. You opened the flood gates in me Zion. Now its time to suffer at my hands. Ahh the disturbing images of my hands clutching your throat. Do you feel the dangers of whats going to happen. Leave your woman at home Zion. Leave your family at home. Because all in all everything will begin to happen rather ubruptly if anyone or anything interferes between you and i. I will begin the reign of terror beyond you if this is not gauranteed! You and i Zion thats the way it is and thats the way it is going to be!!"

** Shaman turns and walks away from the camera as a poem of sorts is written upn the wall. More like a sick and twisted prayer nonetheless it is there.**

Pray for the weak...
Destroy the strong...
Cover your paths...
No matter if you belong...
Thy worth is meaningless...
Your choice was wrong...

You bleed the blood of innocent...
Your hemmorages are from the fear inside...
Shall you ever know true pain...
You shall always be a pawn in the game...
You were the hunter...
Now your the hunted...

Family is no more...
Respect is gone...
Pain awaits you...
Its been there all along...
You knew this day would come...
You knew this day well...

The path that it has brought you..
Is the one straight to hell...
You will bleed...
You will be broken...
You have found...
That your fate lies in the ground...

** The camera begins to fade as the last two words are shown to end the disturbing poem. **

GOT BLOOD!!!