[The scene opens up to the area where the last roleplay began. This time in the hallway though. The room can be seen the right of the camera in this certain angle. Grim Reaper stands with his back to the camera, looking down at the opposite way he walked in the first part of this promo. Grim with his leather jacket, wetted down, it shines in the light of the swinging low lightbulb which is above head. Grim turns around as the camera zooms in on his face, almost at the same timing.]

[Grim still wearing the attire he was before stands before the camera with his head turns backwards at a tilt for a moment. As the camera backs up and zooms out as Grim turns his whole body to face him, turning slowly, piviting on one foot. Grim Reaper says that he brought someone else to conduct the interview. As the camera turns over Noone is seen. The camera continues looking side to side. Grim then grabs from behind the camera and pulls out Willy Williams and drags him into the front of the camera. Grim begins shoving Willy around and telling him to begin impatiently.]

[Grim Reaper:] What the hell are you doing hiding behind the camera?

[Willy Williams:] Uhh ...

[Grim Reaper:] Trying to make me look like an ass on national television?

[Willy Williams:] Uh ... No, no, Grim ... I'm not ...

[Grim Reaper:] I'm not really concerned with what you're doing or not, I just need you to get your ass out here with your rinky dink microphone and do your job.

[As Grim finishes his statement, he gives Willy Williams a dirty look with intimidation. Willy Williams adjusts his collar and holds the microphone to his mouth and speaking into the camera. As he speaks the camera zooms in on the picture, catching Grim and Willy in the frame perfectly together. Willy speaks.]

[Willy Williams:] Ok Grim, I'm sorry ... I'll start right now ...

[Grim Reaper:] Willy, are you stupid or something, get cracking ... before I begin some cracking of my own ...

[Willy Williams:] Ok, well, let's see ... you've appearently heard the words of Punisher recently and I'd just like to know you're views on it ...?

[Grim Reaper:] Views? I have no views on this topic. Simply the hatred that drives me to the breaking point. The hatred that keeps me going, the hatred that makes me think, of what Punisher will look like once his face has been ripped through all the layers of skin and he's bleeding ... BleedING ... BLEEDING ... until ... there is nothing left to continue bleeding.

[Willy Williams:] Well ... [In disgust] That is some words of intimidation if I've ever heard ...

[Grim Reaper:] Intimidation? Punisher ... for once in your pathetic excuse for a life ... I'd like you to not take me as intimidating. No matter how much fear I make run through your viens. No matter how many shivers I send down your spine. Punisher I want you for once in your life ... to be a man. Why am I saying this? Intimidation. It's the factor that drives people to make them do horrible at things they're attempting. During a football game, the teams intimidate one another. Why? Because what happens when one team is afraid of the other? They don't compete at their best, because they're scared. Punisher, what the last thing I want you to be is ... "Intimidated". Simply because I want you at your fullest. So then when I defeat you, and toss your lifeless body through a flaming table, you'll realize that you lost, because I'm far too superior for you, and not even at your fullest, can you defeat what already has defeated you ...

[Willy Williams:] Grim .. you are a sadistic person, you really are ... what makes you think the way you do?

[Grim Reaper:] Of all my life ... that must have been the dumbest question I've ever heard ...

[Willy Williams:] Well I'm sorry if that offended you.

[Grim Reaper:] I take offense easily, you see Willy. You're very much like that punk Punisher, no brains whatsoever. You have no brains because you can't think of a decent question to ask me, your feeble mind cannot comprehend that. Punisher, on the other hand, is just plain stupid for even have crossing the Reaper's path. But you see, you chose your path, and now you must follow it, because every step you take closer, the path behind you starts disappearing, just like time does. Once you do something, you can't turn around and change that, it is done and written in stone forever. So when you picked to cross my path, and walk upon it ... you signed your death wish in stone.

[Grim walks into the room to the side and grabs the wooden folding table and brings it out into the corridor. As Grim drags the table out and props it up into the middle of the hallway he sits on it as Willy Williams stands next to him while Grim's feet dangle off the side and swing in the air. Willy continues to interview the Reaper.]

[Willy Williams:] So Grim, you know that Punisher isn't the only contender in this match-up you know ... right?

[Grim Reaper:] Huh? What are you talking about?

[Willy Williams:] Jordan Michaels.

[Grim Reaper:] I have one thing to say to that, and that's Jordan who. He's a nobody and forever will be a nobody. His body will go crashing through a table as I along with the likes of Punisher dismantle him so then myself and Punisher can see which of the two of us is really much better. Jordan Michaels is like a pimple on a chicken-pox infested body, not the most important item in this match. Jordan Michaels, in the summer, there is so many annoying bugs around in the air, some fly into children's mouths, and some into eyes ... but most of them land on peoples arms and or legs ... what is the person's first reaction to that? Simple, they smash it. Jordan, you're that bug landing on my leg, and I'm gunna lift my arm high into the air, and smash you there. After you're smashed, I'll leave you there, just to poke fun at what I just did, destroy you with one brutal blow, ended not only your life ... but your dirty deeds. Jordan, Final Truth shall be the last time you're name is heard amongst the ranks of HWA as anything worth hearing.

[Willy Williams:] So I take it you're not really concerned with Jordan Michaels.

[Grim Reaper:] [Puzzled look on face] Willy, are you trying to get on my nerves, or just plain stupid?

[Willy Williams:] Uhh, I think ...

[Grim Reaper:] I've said it before and I'll say it again, I could careless what you think. But you know what, I'm getting fed up with Punisher's antics around here ...

[Willy Williams:] What do you mean?

[Grim Reaper:] Willy, get the hell out of my face ...

[Grim shoves Willy off screen as he walks back into the small room again, he comes out this time with a can of gasoline and begins drenching the table in it. Grim backs up, standing on the opposite side of the table, with the camera on the other side with Willy Williams. Grim tosses the can onto the table and reaches into his jacket pocket. As he pulls out his hand, a book of matches sits in the palm of his hands. As he lights the matches and tosses the book onto the table after lighting it from the one match, the table engulfs in flames and begins burning down. Grim stands behind it as the flames tower high and block Grim out of the screen.]

[Grim Reaper:] Punisher ... Jordan Michaels ... this is you're fate ... your ignorance is not a virtue ... remember that ...

[The scene fades out after Grim Reaper stands behind the flames and then the smoke fills the air. The sprinkler system, to the surprise of the camera man turns on and begins spraying the frames down. The camera keeps it locked on as the flames start to die down, but where the Reaper is ... is unknown ...]