[The camera scene opens up to the coldness of night. They appear to be in a room with one window high against the wall. The light gleeming from the moon shines through the window and showing a partial part of the room. The floor wooden and dirty. The room sits in complete darkness as a noise air being release from a untied, blown up balloon. As this sound is heard, the red glowing of a cigarette is seen as it lights up the room. The cigarette glowing in red as the first drag is being made. The exhaling of the smoke can be seen drifting into the air and then disappearing into the atmosphere of the earth.]

[The camera zooms outward revealing the spot where they had first met. The first appearance of the Reaper. The first time he had spoken in HWA to let the world know what he's capable of doing. The camera zooms out until it can't anymore. The breeze of crisp winter-spring air blows through the still broken window uplifting the curtains ripped to shreds hanging down. The camera pans back to where Grim sits leaned forwards smoking a cigarette in the darkness. The television set sits in front of him, about three or four feet in front of the couch. Other than those two objects, the room space is fairly open. Grim reaches his hand out with the hand that isn't holding the television and press the power button on the television set. The scene turns on to complete static on the television set. The noise is lowered so it isn't much of a bother.]

[Grim Reaper:] It's been a while ... after the sick and gut twisting act committed by Punisher. He thought he was smart and he thought he could end my career with no problems whatsoever. Punisher must've committed the stupidist act by pouring that gasoline all over me and then tossing the book of matchs onto me, burning me. Too bad I've learn far too much. After I was lit, I didn't do the stupid thing like run away from you and look for help. I stayed in that damn ring. Chris Cool? My brother. I had no idea what he was doing at Bad Intentions. He saved me, it looks like he still does care and he does know that he does have an older brother. I feel it everyday ... swelling up inside me. The collection of hatred flowing through my viens. It's the energy that keeps me going in the long run. The doctors did indeed say I was covered in 3rd degree burns, but that isn't completely correct. I did have a 3rd degree burn, but it was only on my upperback area. The rest wasn't really so bad that it would end my career. Punisher, if you were going to do something of that nature, you should've at least finished the job, but I'm back now and whats that quote people use? Oh ... "Revenge is a bitch."

[Grim takes a drag of the cigarette and extends his arm away and off of the couch and flicks the ashes to the floor. Grim leans back on the couch and his face disappears into blackness, leaving it still hard to see his face fully. Grim seems to be hiding his face on purpose. Grim behind him and then flicks the cigarette's ashes again.]

[Grim Reaper:] I'm a menace to HWA. Everyone knows damn well they fear me. In the back of their minds, they hold it, so they don't look pathetic, but you can't hide fear from death himself. I say this because of the 20-man royal rumble approaching closer and closer. What does this gaurentee? It guarentees a World Title shot at the PPV entitled, HWA: Issues. How does this effect me? Well someone once said "People fight to get to the top, and to be the best at everything, for as long as they can", what does that mean to me? When I came into HWA I set out a challenge to Jason Hartnell, to see if he would've objected to the challenge or accept it. He did neither and just left the challenge floating around in the air like a poisonous gas. When the poison gas enters someone's body, it eats at them inside, eating their insides, destroying them, like a drug. But no, I'm not a drug, but the challenge I set out to Hartnell, ate a part of him and it left him if not a little, then a tiny part of him destroyed. But right now, Hartnell is not the World Champion, nor of any concern to me. I finally get a chance to walk out in front of everyone, while they watch me take on the person that is carrying the most prestigous piece of gold in HWA around. But I am thinking to far into the future. Punisher, you might have tried killing me and ending my career once and forall but you see, the Rumble has diverted my attention elsewhere. Punisher, you will have hell to pay in the long run, but for right now, you just need to continously watch your back, because you never, EVER, know when I might strike again. The ... eh ...

[Grim takes the last drag of the cigarette and flicks the ashes once more and then glares as the cigarette, smoked down to the filter, burns in the darkness. The glowing red sends a rush of insecurity throughout the room. Grim rolls the filter between his index finger and thumb as it rolls back and forth. Grim begins to talk again.]

[Grim Reaper:] The burning of this cigarette reminds me of myself, when I was entangled and engulfed within the flames at Final Truth. The burning on this cigarette means nothing ... for the burning reminds me of something instead. The burning of a cigarette will always remind me of the time when I was set afire. I've been hurled through flaming tables, fought in inferno matches, but that had to be the first time I was actually lit on fire in any type of match. Inferno matches ... I have never been lit, flaming tables, I've been tossed through, but being plain burned is something I cannot forget. The cigarette is much like myself. You see, the tobacco was my career. From when I first lit the cigarette, was the first time I cut a promo. As the cigarette got shorter and shorter so did my career. I thought it was all over, and when it reached the filter, I was burned, like the tobacco in the cigarette. But, the thing people don't realize that there is more tobacco in the filter of the cigarette. You're not supposed to smoke it, but you see, when I was burned, it was the filter and there was still something left. Something I had to reach down and pull hard on. Something inside of my body. Why do you think I am back. With my last bit of energy I WILL get my revenge and I WILL do what I said I would do when I first graced the HWA doors.

[Grim tosses the cigarette to the floor as the dying light burns out and leaves the static of the television set playing. Grim lays back on the couch and kicks his feet onto the couch propping them up on the arm rest. Grim Reaper glares up towards the cieling in which is peeling and chipping away at the seams. Grim begins speaking as the camera pans back downward to where Grim is laying.]

[Grim Reaper:] Now onto the Royal Rumble that will occur at Rumble of Redemption. A 20-Man, over the top rope elimination man. The match in which the two first men in, have the least likely chance to win the match. Whats the reward for throwing men over the top rope? A World Championship Match at HWA: Issues. You're damn right I'm throwing my name into the hat. I also noticed that another man I haven't gotten my hands on yet has returned and going to try and win the rumble. Jordan Michaels. The silent assassin is back. The man said nothing, but his actions spoke for themselves. Michaels, don't think for one second that I forgot about that baseball bat incident close to a month ago. You're back and ready to make your presences felt again, and by golly are you in just as much shit as Punisher. Jordan, you seem to have the same view on things I do. We both hoping to win the royal rumble, but the difference between me and Jordan is that, while he lives and dreams in his little fantasy world, what I claim to do shall prove to be fact.

[Grim gets up with his face still away from the camera. He walks over to the door near the lightswitch and flips it. The clicking noise sends a rush of energy bursting through the room, turning on the lamp dangling from the ceiling pane. With his back turned to the camera, the suspense builds to an all time high. As Grim turns around quickly the camera zooms in on his facial area, which is burnt and his skin is bubbling from the blisters caused from the burns. With disgust Grim walks back to the camera, glaring at the camera sharply.]

[Grim Reaper:] As the rumble grows closer and closer every moment, I grow more and more aware that everyone is going for the win in this situation. What does it do for me? It makes my job, ALOT ... and I mean ALOT harder. With everyone going into this match putting their fullest into the match, it leaves me to think I have no chance in hell. But then I remind myself that nobody can compare to me in HWA, not even the own World Champion, Brent Kersh.

[Grim walks back to the couch and sits down again. He looks at the camera with a turn of his head and pulls his fist up to his face, and into the frame of the camera. As his hand curls slowly into the shape of a fist, Grim pulls on the end of his glove, by his wrist area and pulls it down, tightening it. Grim still pulling on his glove, shifts his body somewhat towards the camera with his fist curled tightly. Grim begins to speak again.]

[Grim Reaper:] The distorted image inpictured in each and everyone one of these ungrateful fans heads would never think anything of a low-life as myself. If they see me on the street whats their first reaction? They throw their loose change at me. HWA's upcoming Pay-Per-View will prove that even a low-life can succeed in a upper-class ran society. As I grab each and everyone by their pretty long hair and whip them over the top rope and both their feet hit the floor at such a velocity that it drives someones face, down, slapping against the padded mats outside the ring, making a sickening smack that would turn anyone's stomach. I shall win the royal rumble, despite Jordan Michaels, Jason Hartnell, Punisher and the rest of the HWA. They WILL NOT stop me from claiming my goal here in HWA ... THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! Punisher, Jordan Michaels, you two kids still have hell to pay. Punisher, I leave you with this ... as the quote goes ... "lets play fire with fire!

[Grim hits the camera as it falls to the floor and goes to static. Grim returns with a new attitude. The HWA in the eyes of the Reaper has never seen a worser day.]