*At first all that is seen is the back of Mr. Black, scarred with fresh rivulets of blood running down. He is not wearing his mask, and the back of his scarred head can be seen, his hair chopped close to allow his mask the tightest fit blood and worse can be seen dripping down, staining his broad neck and shoulders. the camera angle widens, showing a doctor gingerly working on Mr. Black's face, his eyes averted and his movements incredibly slow and steady, as if in terror for his life. A shadowy figure comes to stand behind the doctor, putting a hand on his shoulder as if to reassure the man, though it seems to frighten him more. The Figure leans into the single spot of light cast by the doctor's lamp in the darkened room.
As he leans forward his usually bound long hair falls around his shoulders, blood straining through it to run down his chest. Despite the injury however, Mr. Blood is smiling, a predatory grin as he stares directly into the camera.*
Mr. Blood: Well well well, would you look at that. Here we are, about to finally put the exclamation mark on Brutality by taking out the most annoying god damned team there, when who should show up but our old victims from JBW
Mr. Black: Bloodline
Mr. Blood: Once again getting involved in shit that doesn't concern them none. We all know the score here, we had that fucking match beat until you two little shits showed up and fucked it all to hell. But that's ok, you know why? Because all that proves is that there isn't a single fucking team here that has what it takes to take us out.
Mr. Black: We are fucking Unstoppable!!!
Mr. Blood: You boys think you made a statement here tonight? You little fucks think you fucking proved something with your bullshit little stunt? All you have done is start a war that you have no fucking chance in hell of surviving. Don't you stupid fucking pricks get it yet? We are Black Fucking Blooded. We are Gods among men, Legends among Wrestlers. We are what every single one of you pathetic, half-assed never gonna be shit pairings looks into the mirror and wishes they could be. All you have done tonight boys is seal your fucking fate. Before we were content with merely beating you, keeping our JBW titles, making a paycheck and moving on. But now?
Mr. Black: Now it gets serious.
Mr. Blood: Now we are going to chew you up and spit you out. Now we are going to show you why Kryptonite vanished, Now we are going to show you the bloodthirst, the ruthlessness, the Pure Dominance that made us the Dominant Predators.
*Mr. Black runs a hand along his head, seemingly feeling for any missed thumbtacks that had penetrated his mask Seeing his hand come away bloody, he whistles sharply, bringing Vivica skipping into the ring. She is holding her Daddy's black leather mask in both hands, as she smiles at Mr. Black before skipping over to his side and, with a lustful look, begins to lick the blood off of his hand. The last image as the camera goes dark is Vivica, her face content, sucking the blood off of Mr. Black's fingers.*