(The scene opens inside what appears to be some sort of dark cavern like area. Torches provide the neccessary illumination as they flicker and dance in the wind. Cut to: a stoned three step platform with what appears to be a oak throne like chair that sits at the top of it. A lone spotlight dangles above hovering over it with "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka. She is tall and muscular in appearance wearing an all-red shiney leather attire. She has long firey-red hair that hangs down slightly over her face and down past the middle of her back. She is white skin with peircing bright green eyes. She sits looking at a newspaper of somekind that in it features the upcoming NEW ERA Lineup for Raucous. She reads the paper with a calm, gleaming sadistic smile on her face content at what she sees. In front of her, is what appears to be a chess board set up that she occasionally glances it.)
Nakita Dahaka: So, your John Doe. Your the one that little B**** Karla Starr spoke of during our little war of words in MCW. Granted it was her attempte a pitiful insult, but it's funny how the hand of fate tends to play out through our words. I see that she wasn't totally ignorant in her words. Her words have actually come to pass. As I sit here on my throne looking at this lineup for the upcoming Raucous and as I begin to transition into my next territory of conquest, I see that this NEW ERA will indeed be an interesting game to play and in our little game we must all use our little pawns.
Whether your pawn or knight or a biship, or even the king to my queen is all up to you John Doe, but I sense that you and I can be most valuable together as we get set to take on these self-proclaimed Saviors of Wrestling. What exactly are they saving us from? Obviously it isn't from another Messiah. False saviors and messiahs have come and gone, but Fate is and always will be forever. And since Dahaka...as in Nakita Dahaka is fate well you can bet that I am exactly that. I am eternal. I am damnation. I am The Omega. I am Harbenger of Fate and Death Incarnate all rolled up into one single being.
Doe, you and I have never been in the ring whether we've teamed against with each other or stood opposite against one another in the same ring fighting each other, but that is not a bad thing. That is a good thing. Because we have an opportunity to forge our own destiny...our own fate. We have a chance TO PAINT THE PICTURE AND TELL THE STORY of our union...so to speak. But it all depends on what happenes this week on Raucous. Will we coexist together as a tag team or will we let ourselves and our petty ambitions explode at the seams before they have a chance to run their course and bring us together?
Trust me, I am more than a capable sort and I'm judging by your long history in this business I'm thinking that you can be a valuable alley to me. But if you cross me or betray me, you know the full force of my wrath as it descends swiftly upon your head and takes you up like the eagles swooping down on it's prey.
And as for the so-called, Saviors of Wrestling, as you call yourselves. I will not just take you to hell. Know my words when I say that unto you that I AM HELL, and the fire that that is never snuffed out. So get ready because hell is coming for you.
So it is said...
Let it be known...
So it shall come to pass...
Let it be written...
Another chapter...
According to MY GOSPELL...
(The scene slowly fades out.)