[The scene opens up after the narration. The sun locked on the sun as the glare can turn some people with sensitive eyes away from the television set. The camera moves down and then, strange enough comes to a scene in New York City. With the sun out it makes it strange to still see snow laying on the ground. But I guess the atmosphere is too weak, much like the atmosphere The Reaper gained on his first appearance. The snow lays on the sidewalk pavement that is covered up by the light fluries of snow the town had recieved eariler in the day. The camera begins moving forward steady as storms of people walk by in the opposite direction that the camera man is moving. As they walk by an empty street to the left, a loud crash is heard as the camera swings over their, with a bit of a blur effect to give it more feeling.]

[The street is full of broken down brick buildings with front steps too all of them. About three trucks sit parked on the sides of the street, almost blocking the entire street. The camera looks around for one the loud crash could've been, to only see one of the trucks with the back being opened. A moving truck with the advertisement of this company "U-Haul" is enscribed on the side of it, in big bold, black letters. The camera turns back as the sudden rush of suspense is shortened due to the finding of only a moving truck making loud noises from the clashing of metal against metal. The camera turns up and back to where they were before they turned around and then they continue walking forward. The many footsteps leave stories behind of people that have walked this path today. A bum is seen as the camera turns left, too see him trying to keep warming and half asleep crouched up against the corner of a stoop in front of an apartment building. The camera turns away in disgust as the man has a dirty gray beard, showing his age, too bad he lacks wisdom. The camera continues walking, as the walking in the bit of snow steps making crackling noises as several pieces of wood being broken when the foot leaves the snow. The people continue to sworm around the camera man as he feels like an oddball, the only one walking in the opposite direction as everyone else. The camera continues moving inward until the sky grows a bit dimmer.]

[An image of the Reaper stands before them and on a front step, his back against the railing, sitting down in front of the door. The camera proceeds over to him quickly, but before they can reach him, he has already moved inside. The camera rushes after him and into the apartment building. Different from before. The camera crew basically has lost him, until they hear a faint creeking of a old door up the stairs. They continue moving up the stairs until they reach the very last floor with a string hanging down, attached to the ceiling. It sways back and forth repeatedly as Grim stands with his back to the camera, watching it sway. The camera crew comes up to Grim as he turns around wearing his usual attire.]

[Grim Reaper:] Ignoring is an issue ...

[Grim Reaper turns around to see nothing but the camera man standing behind him. As he looks at the camera, he smirks a bit and then all expressions leave his face. Grim turns around quickly brushing the air to his jacket, blowing it into the air a bit, almost flapping it.]

[Grim Reaper:] It seems as if my appearance didn't make much of a scene on the wrestling world to much people. But it seems one group of people actually think something of a low-life piece of scum status could actually impress anyone. This group of people is none other than the booking committee of HWA. They have gone above and beyond in my eyes to get me this shot. A chance to get my name out there, a chance to show another wrestler what I'm actually made of and have no fear whatsoever doing so. This wrestler is ... Punisher. It seems that this man was the unlucky soul that gets to step one on one with the Reaper ... just to get a big fat loss haunting him for all ages. Punisher, you're simply a fool, flattery will get you absolutely nowhere whatsoever. If you think that saying nice things to the reaper will help you stay alive, then you're 'dead' wrong. Punisher, you're nothing more then a measly little pathetic being. Our match this Saturday will be my first step getting closer to what I will soon claim as my own. The heavyweight championship. Plain and simple, Punisher, since you seem like an easy opponent anyways, I won't pull out all stops in this match, rather, just defeat you simple. I know you're probably thinking that you can't seem to comprehend what seems to be occuring but thats all right. Once you step into the ring with the Reaper, you're mind will be alter at the hands of the most devastating move in wrestling today ... The Ragnorak. Punisher as I grab you're fat little head, and wrap my arm around it tightly, grasping it till you cannot breath ... remember it'll only be a few moments before you're neck gets compressed and crushes you're neck between the mat and my arm.

[Grim reaches up and grabs the string dangling in front of him and pulls down on it hard. The pulling opens up a passage way to the roof level. As Grim climbs the old cracked wooden steps the camera follows. Finally when the camera gets up there, they see The Reaper already far from the camera, pacing up on the roof top. The roof plain, except for the hole in which they emerged from. The camera walks over to Grim, who is now looking off the rooftop, into the street area, watching all the people walk by. The sky grows dimmer, Grim begins to talk.]

[Grim Reaper:] ... I find it funny how you, Punisher, seems to think a bunch of fake acting will influence me to change the decisions I decide to make on you. Punisher, I find it kinda funny [Grim turns to the camera and smirks for a moment] how you actually think in the back of you're small feeble mind that you have any chance in beating the Reaper. Your pointless promos mean nothing to me. You stated in you're interview that you didn't know much about me. Seems like someone has been ignoring. But to tell you the truth, nobody knows alot about me, not even ... myself. But when it all comes down and you're in the middle of the ring, looking up at the sky, counting all the pretty little lights your eyes show in front of you, then you'll realize, that nothing calms a storm, besides itself. And my friend, I am that storm, and you cannot control me. When I step into the ring, its like I'm a whole new person. Frankly, I can't even control myself. Saturday evening, you can check your calendar the morning before the event, and then look down to your wrist watch. Once you do, then you can do the mathematical equation and figure out how much time you got left before you have to face something you cannot handle. But thats all in the future. Lets talk about something going on right now. Someone else seems to be ignoring me as well. Someone who carries a piece of tin over his shoulder and thinks he's halfway decent. If he had any skill whatsoever, he'd put his title up against me. But ya know, I can tell when a man is scared. Punisher, you're a scared little man, and Saturday I'll prove to you and the entire HWA roster that I'm not push-over, but I'm more like a brick wall. Have you ever kicked a brick wall? It doesnt fall over ... my point ... proven.

[The camera comes over to Grim now standing on the edge of the building. The camera takes a quick look over the edge and comes back to Grim, who just continues walking down the catwalk of the building.]

[Grim Reaper:] Hey! [Screaming while speaking] Ya know, there is another man who fails to impress me, not to mention the entire line up of superstars in the HWA locker rooms. But this man, he is pathetic, and will forever remain pathetic. This man believes he's some kind of Epitome of Greatness. But I have one question ... How can something from Canada be great? I mean what have they done? I can think of a few things ... when people commit crimes, and run to the borders, Canada is one of them, and Mexico is the other. I mean some people are smart, others are stupid. But nobody runs to Canada. Everyone always goes for the Mexican border, and I dont blame them. I'd rather hang out with some Mexicans rather then a group of slow minded Canadians. Bob McKenzie, or am I not worthy of calling you Bob? Maybe the name Robert McKenzie will better suit you? Robert, you're quite lucky you don't need to see your maker, but better just fight someone that has zero quility of skill whatsoever. [Grim stops yelling as the camera gets closer to him.] This manifestation is correct, and you Bob ... are nothing compared to me.

[Grim hops off the ledge and lands in front of the camera, glaring into the lens and then turning away quickly. Grim sits down in the corner of the building and brushes his hand through his semi-curly hair. Grim lets his head fall back and lets out a deep sigh. The camera watches Grims face as his expression changes a bit, to the action of seeing a flury of snow fall to the ground. The camera man begins shivering as a cold breeze begins to come over. Grim sits in cut off jean shorts, a leather jacket, and only a black t-shirt underneath the jacket. Grim sits still. The one flury, turns into an army of them, falling from the sky, as an army would do in a war, attack. Grim sits still, and turns his head back up, propping it to where it belongs. Grim sits still, still talking into the camera as the fluries begin to cover everything in sight, slowly but surely.]

[Grim Reaper:] So you see, Robert McKenzie ... Jason Hartnell ... and Punisher, you're just some of the few I have my eyes set on destroying, the rest will just be minor bumps in the road. Punisher, you shall be the setting example for what I have in store for the entire HWA. This will be an experiment, and you my friend Punisher, are the guine pig of this experiment. Only time will tell ... if the results come back ... 'Positive' ... or 'Negitive' ... and just in case you have forgotten ... Your ignorance will never be a virtue ...

[Grim Reaper sits there the top of his head, in his hair mainly, is covered in snow. The camera begins to move out slowly and turns away, the minute the camera turns around, Grim is standing, with a lifeless look on his face. The camera looks at him as if he were a frozen zombie. The reaper's fist curls up into a ball and then a few moments later the last shot of Grim is scene lifting his arm into the air, before going to static ...]

~~OOC: Sorry for this short RP, I know its a little late, and I apologize. I had midterms all this week and had to study. Thanks.~~