*The image shown is a parking lot of a small white building, despite the time of year, there is no evidence of winter, as the shot widens, Black Blooded step into frame, each man on one side of the screen. Both men hold a lead pipe in one hand and a steel chain in the other. Mr. Black smiling widely under his leather mask as behind them, the Gears are forming into a rank, each of them similarly armed with either chain or pipe, seeming almost inhuman beneath the skull-emblazoned helmets and full leathers.*
Mr. Blood: I hope you boys are paying real fucking close attention to the words I am saying right now. Fatass, Pimply. Happy to hear you boys looked under your skirts and found the balls to come face us at Last Resort, but me and Black here got to thinking, and you know what? That's a fucking hell of a long wait, and we get bored easily. So Black here found the perfect way to make the time fly by.
Mr. Black: We're gonna hand out some lessons.
Mr. Blood: See the problem we got with you two fucks is plain and simple. You just don't understand a real threat when you see one, you boys are so goddamned obsessed with breaking some fourth wall that you can't see you are nailed to a fucking train track and that train is barreling down on you faster than fatty's next heart attack.
Today we aim to open your eyes, and the eyes of those other little pock-faced virgins y'all call fans. See we found ourselves a little friend of yous here, thought he was a badass comin to our site talking about how much we suck?
Mr. Black: Not Fucking Happening
Mr. Blood: See this is the realy real world, and when you fuck with us, be it inside those shithole arenas or not, there will be some fucking consequences. so we tracked this fat piece of shit loser down, which wasn't that hard.
Vivica: *From behind the camera* He thinks he's gonna see my tits!
Mr. Black: Time to get to work.
*The gears turn, running up the ramp with Vivica holding the camera behind them as they charge up to the glass doors of the internet cafe then break them open, shattering glass everywhere. People are running past and out of the building screaming as they almost methodically break every piece of furniture and every piece of computer equipment they can find.
The camera turns, as Mr. Blood and Mr. Black walk into the cafe, roughly shoving screaming people out of their way. Mr. Black looks around slowly, surveying the carnage with a predatory grin as Mr. Blood jumps up onto one of the only tables left standing.*
Mr. Blood: GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE BOY!
*Mr. Black heads for the counter, Vivica turning the camera to follow as he storms up to it, slamming both chain and pipe down onto the counter hard, causing it to almost break in half. From behind the counter a terrified squeal is heard, as a large man in a polo shirt crawls out from under the counter, sobbing in fear.*
Mr. Black: Found you.
*Mr. Blood jumps off the table he was on, walking over as the Gears come to surround the terrified man, cutting off any escape. The lights are flickering and dark, with flourescent light sockets hanging from the ceiling. As the man backs up to a corner, Mr. Blood stalks forward, grabbing him roughly by the throat and throwing him bodily against the wall, holding him there.*
Mr. Blood: Now, you are known as "kayFabBoy82" is that right?
*The man nods, too terrified to speak, quickly soaking the front of his pants in terror*
Mr. Blood: Thought so. Why don''t you look into that camera and tell your boys whats waiting for them at Last Resort. Tell them that Black Blooded is going to tear them to pieces.
*The man shakes,, his eyes darting around looking for any hope of escape or rescue, like an animal stuck in a trap. He clears his throat, looking up into the camera as Mr. Blood's grip lessens just enough for him to speak*
KayFabBoy82: Someone, please help.
Mr. Blood: Wrong answer.
*Mr. Black charges foward, hitting the unfortunate man with a Big Boot that knocks his head into the drywall, as the fan's limp body falls to the ground, Mr. Blood turns, looking directly into the camera.*
Mr. Blood: Last Resort, your last night together as a tag team, your last night in our industry.
Mr. Black: We'll be Waiting
*The picture goes black suddenly, without warning*