is still chained to the ceiling...also unconcious...blood running down his face from my cutting him...the initial "J" sliced into his cheek...a signature of sorts...Charismatic is strapped to a board...also with a "J" cut into his cheek...** 

 Sarah Thorn: Haha...I'm going to enjoy this... 

 "I'm sure you will..." 

 **Scott wasn't going to be out for too long...I slowly slice below his eye...carving the intial into him...more blood...always more blood...if it was possible to overdose on adrenaline I would surely be dead right now...Scott was waking...I back away from him...** 

 "Come on, Resso, come on Champion...get up...get up and face me..." 

 **Scott was getting to his feet...groggily...I staggers for a minute...his sight clears and he see's his other two unconcious opponents...he feels the blood on his cheek...Sarah licks her lips at the sight of it...she has the same appetite for blood that I do...** 

 Resso Scott: You belong in a padded cell, Makarios... 

  

 "Stolen" - VIII 

 **It's almost humerous...how some people never understand...** 

 "Mabye you're right, Resso..." 

 **I strike...like the viper...grabbing Resso by the head and smashing it off of the wall repeatedly...the thud of his skull against the concrete of the wall is satisfying...one, two, three, four times I smash his face into it before I throw him back to the floor... 

 Blood...his blood was on the wall...I place my hand to it...I taste the blood...my eyes roll...Scott was crawling away...the blood getting in his eyes...comprimising his vision...but I'm not finished yet...** 

 "Resso, Resso, Resso...you know I don't appreciate how you walked in here and stole that Championship of yours from me...Jones knew he could never defeat me...he knows I was his worst nightmare...he was smart...he walked away...but you were foolish...you should never have stolen from me..." 

  

  

  
 "I'll see you in Hell..." - IX 

 Resso Scott: You mean I beat you...I beat you out there, Makarios, 1-2-3... 

 **He dares to tell me he beat me? My anger makes me get him to his feet and throw him at the wall again, pinning him up again it...** 

 "You never beat me. You stole the victory...you took what's mine...and now I'm going to take something of yours..." 

 **I throw him back to the floor...he falls at the feet of the still unconcious Chris Michaels...Sarah Thorn is pouring petrol across the room...** 

 Resso Scott: Listen to me, Makarios...don't do it... 

 "Shut up...I don't want to hear it..." 

 **I light a match...me and Sarah are standing at the stairs...ready to leave these three to burn...I cannot wait to hear the screaming...** 

 "I'll see you in Hell, Resso..." 

  

 "Impossible..." - X 

 **But when I finish that sentance...the match goes out...as if a gust of wind has entered the room...the little light in the room goes out...leaving us in total darkness...what is going on...?** 

 "What the fuck...?" 

 **The single light in the room returns to it's capacity...out of the corner of my eye I see Sarah on the ground, blood streaming down her face...I feel something metallic around my neck...like barbed wire...and in front of me...** 

 "No...no...impossible..." 

 **As I stare into those dead, white eyes...this cannot be happening...I can't breathe as the barbed wire around my neck tightens...this isn't happening...I'm slipping into blackness...no...no...it can't happen this way...I can't breathe...I'm choking...** 

 "I...k-killed...you..." 

 End of Promo 

  

  

  

 Michaels