First in a line of casualties...
{Fade in to a shot of an ally in a section of the Bronx, night time. Filth and vermin are everywhere, creating a dark atmosphere. Steam pours from vent in one of the brick walls while a homeless man turns over on a sheet of cardboard that has become his bed for the night. The camera picks up the sounds of metal chains clanging through an ajar door on the far side of a large dumpster. We can also hear the sounds of flesh pounding a bag... most likely a heavy bag. The cameraman approaches the doorway, where quietly enters. The old wood of the door wrenches as it is opened however, and the two men inside take notice of their new visitor. The men are none other than Donovan Wallace and the large German monster known as Kriegmaschine. Kriegmaschine dwarfs the smaller, stickly Wallace, casting a shadow over him. As Wallace takes notice of the camera and begins to walk towards it, Kriegmaschine continues to beat on the heavy bag in the background. His bare knuckles bleed through the white tape that is wrapped around them. He wears a pair of black sweatpants and nothing else. His large, blonde, spikey hair sticks up from his head like a city skyline, the peaks poking high above their origin. Wallace's appearance, however, is much different. He looks calm and collected as he approaches the lens, his black trenchcoat flapping by his feet. His black officer's hat hides some of the features of his face under it's shadow. As Wallace speaks, his voice is stable and strict.}
Wallace: Hellfighter. Your words amuse me.
{Wallace rubs his chin and continues to speak.}
Wallace: You are as ignorant and stupid as I have been told. Not only does it appear you are anxious for your own demise, but you have decided to hasten the process by attacking my subject on GXW Television. You have balls, Shutt, but you seem to be lacking in the intelligence department. You see, this is no ordinary man that you've awakened. This match will be unlike any you have ever experienced. I have watched your tapes, I know of your matches and your accomplishments. But I also made one key observation. It appears as though every opponent you've faced, while they've beaten you and humiliated you, they've never finished the job. If they had, you wouldn't be in that ring at Onslaught. This is where I come in. I have single handedly crafted a being worthy of your destruction. A creature who can destroy ANY man at the very snap of my fingers. Even a so called "gamemaster" such as yourself, as you have stated.
{Wallace turns around and shouts to Kriegmaschine before continuing.}
Wallace: If I remember correctly, you have said that after every loss you've bounced back. You have recovered. You have survived. Well that, my friend, is very unfortunate. I'll just have to be the one that changes that detail. Ever since I first arrived in Global Xtreme Wrestling, my eyes were set on one goal, and one goal only. Domination. Since day one, we have had our eyes set on the destruction of GXW, the fall of this "empire". And with you being the largest man here, I immediately called for your elimination. And of course, the opportunity has presented itself.
{Donovan grabs a steel chair and sits himself upon it, staring intensely into the camera lens. Kriegmaschine still hammers on the bag in the background.}
Wallace: Mr. Shutt... Michael... you are a valuable GXW warrior. But you are a man, and that is your fault. You are only human. You are, as you put it "a lamb". I have noticed the controversy surrounding you and the issue about your religion. How interesting. Mr. Shutt, are you looking for a renewal of your faith? Let me place this thought on the table. Perhaps you should bow to me... perhaps you SHOULD beg for your salvation. I am, of course, the man who holds your fate in his hands.
{Wallace leans back in the chair, adjusting his cap.}
Wallace: It's not an easy job, playing God. But then again, nobody ever said it would be easy. I have assumed this task without hesitation, as it was something I knew I was destined to do. Now that I have found a catalyst for my plans, things will take shape. I assure you Mr. Shutt, while my presence will have an impact on the match at Onslaught, there is no need for me to interfere. Your fate is already carved in stone, and it cannot be changed. I have already set the wheels into motion. While I'm almost positive you'd enjoy getting your hands on me at Onslaught, your opportunity will be missed. You don't seem to understand the magnitude of this night, Michael. You have stated that Kriegmaschine will not use you for his rise to fame, however, this is not the case. You miss the point entirely. You are just a small part of this battle, this war. The goal is not fame... but rather, reverance. This is no rise to stardom, Shutt... it's a climb to supremacy. While YOUR end is near, the scale of this operation is something no one can comprehend. It will reach on and on for decades as my reign in the wrestling world lengthens. The most volatile being to ever grace the stage of wrestling today and the man who will change wrestling.... forever.
{Wallace closes his eyes and thinks for a moment.}
Wallace: Shutt, no amount of training can prepare you for Onslaught. You brag about your in ring abilities... you ask if my wrestler can perform submission moves? Power moves? Kriegmaschine knows no boundaries. At Onslaught, I have given him the task of destroying you. He will accomplish this goal by any means neccesary. He will bend you, he will twist you, he will bleed you, and he will break you. At the center of the ring, in front of an audience of millions, you will be slain in the grandest fashion. And I WILL be there to witness it. Right at ringside. The very man who has ordered your execution. The target of your rage. And as I stand over your body after all is said and done, the world will know that I am indeed... a god.
{Wallace gets up out of his chair, turning around to address Kriegmaschine.}
Wallace: It's not much longer now... soon he will be yours for the maiming.
{Kriegmaschine grunts and with a sudden burst charges the heavy bag, ripping the chains that it hangs from out of the ceiling. The bag slams to the floor as Kriegmaschine gets up to stand at Wallace's side. Wallace turns back to the camera.}
Wallace: And Hellfighter, while I do have sympathy for some, your ignorance is over the top. The name is not "die"... it simply means "the" in German. But I assure you... after Onslaught, you WILL know our names, and you will tremble in fear at the very mention of them. Soon, Michael.... soon.
{With that, Wallace and Kriegmaschine both turn around, walking off into the darkness of the training area.}