[The scene opens up to a completely dark room. The camera staying still, circling the small enclosed room they stand in. The screams of pain and agony echo throughout the room as their is no light anywhere. A door is spotted to the far wall with a barred window, followed by a thick piece of sound-proof glass. The camera turns back when a crackaling noise is heard. The sparking of a match against the match box is the noise. The camera man spots the image of the Reaper sitting in the far side of the room, away from the door. The shadow of the Reaper makes the presents of the room much more intimidating then it once was.]

[The light sparked by the match lighting a candle that rests in front of the Reaper. From the vag looks of the room, it appears as if the room they're situated in, is none other than a padded cell room. Grim spurts out some words, kind of mumbling a bit.]

[Grim Reaper:] Many are too thick headed too realize when they have come across something they cannot handle.

[Grim Reaper stands up, and in the little bit of candle light, it allows the camera to catch footage of Grim Reaper lifting his arms into the air slowly. As he does, the lights in the padded room begin to flicker on and off and then flip on and stay on. Grim Reaper is fully seen in the light and out of the darkness. Grim Reaper raises his arms and lets the cuffs of his jacket slide down a bit as he begins to speak. His jean shorts appear to have a stain of a red substance, maybe blood. Grim finishes the point he was getting at before.]

[Grim Reaper:] And when these people come across this force, they have no choice but to try and overcome it. When they attempt it, then and only then do they realize that they cannot and have reached their own personal limit.

[Grim Reaper walks to the door, as the moving noise of something metal can be heard. The camera looks to the door as a man in a white thin, jacket that goes down to his knee level opens the door and asked to make a comment before the Reaper. The Doctor motions with his hand to the camera man and brings him out of the room. He looks into the camera lens with his glasses and short cut hair. His voice is semi-deep and kinda scratchy at the same moment. Doctor Swagengie begins speaking into the camera.]

[Doctor Swagengie:] Hello there. Incase you're wondering who I am, I'm Doctor Swagengie, a doctor here at the Fairfield Hills Mental Institution. This mental home has been closed down for a series of years, but now has been put back into commission. It seems as if Grim Reaper has an over active anger. I've been talking to him recently and it seems as if he's a relatively smart man, yet ... has a short temper. While I was discussing multiple topics with him, the word 'Wrestling' popped up in the conversation. He said he came here on his own will so he'd be able to calm himself down before he did anything he might regret in the future. He told him his life has put so much in front of him and now he's basically sick of it. He's built an anger barrier. What that is, is simply all the anger he has ever endeavor. It has built up to a certain level that is almost critical now. When humans release anger, it's a form of relaxation. But in this case, it seems more serious. It seems as if Grim could be in danger here. Maybe, then again ... maybe you should speak to him yourselves. I've written down alot about him and will continue to, until he and I believe he is ready to leave, I'll leave you alone now.

[Doctor Swagengie fixes the glasses that now have slipped down to the brim of his nose. As he fixes them, he looks at the clipboard that rested under his left arm and then says "Goodbye" one last time before allowing the camera man into the room with the Reaper. The door is slightly shut quietly as the camera comes over to Grim who now is holding the candle in the palm of his hand, allowing the wax on the sides to melt down onto his hand. Grim stares into the relatively small flame in the candle and then begins to speak, sitting in the corner, holding the candle, glaring into it.]

[Grim Reaper:] Let me start by saying ... Jordan Michaels you're nothing close to Extreme. You're a scrawny little fool. In fact, you're ignorance actually makes me laugh. Jordan, you sit in a place where you're not threat to me and what do you do? You talk pety trash. Jordan, how about we do this ... since you're soo concerned with delievering the single most ass kicking to me, then so be it. If you're going to hang out with some thugs, and insult me, I can tell you what we can do. After Bad Intentions and once Punisher realizes he's my bitch, then you can go get your new found buddies Dre C and Tango ... after that, I'll go to the booking committee of HWA and demand a handicap match. Yes you heard it right ... Dre C and Tango ... vs. The Reaper! How about that boys? Jordan Michaels, you basically signed your death wish when you stepped up to take a stand against the Reaper. Too bad you, unlike Punisher, will not survive the first time around. In fact, Jordan Michaels, seeing as you're referring to quotes, such as "Death becomes us all" well Jordan, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but you see, for me to say that, is only if I was in a group of idiots. That quote is meaningless, as everyone already knows that. But what everyone fails to realize is that their ignorance is not a virtue. Mr. Michaels, looks like your idea for an insane asalyum was already a bit late. Take a look around. [The camera pans the room] There is nothing but padded walls here. If your feeble mind doesn't seem to get this picture I'll break it down for you. My anger, is out of control. Do not start a fuse that you cannot put out. Because what happens when u light a fuse, and then are too late before putting it out? Indeed, it explodes, much like my anger will. And when it does Jordan, you shall be one of the few victims that are part of that affect. As I grasp your neck, and squeeze, you'll be sorry you ever took to the Reaper. Now Jordan Michaels, I also seem to have noticed that you're challenging Kurt Stone, to a Ladder Match for the title that you LOST! [Smirks a bit] Acknowledging that information to me was the dumbest move you've made in this game of life. Now it shall be your fate, either way it comes out. It shall come to pass.

[Grim drops the candle as his hand begins to feel a slight burning sensation. Grim watches the candle lay tilted on its side with the wax pouring out, dripping to the floor, leaving a stain. The camera man backs up and zooms in on the Reaper's face as he sits still in the corner, as if cobwebs were to grow on him over years. The camera man gets a chill down his spine as Grim's head shoots upward and into the camera lens. The expression on his face is almost suicidal. A loud crash is heard as Grim seemingly ignores it and speaks otherwise.]

[Grim Reaper:] Jordan Michaels, it's only a matter of moments before you learn what I'm really all about. But until then there is still someone else. Someone that believes taking a shot with a stop sign is hardcore. Punisher. Punisher, how can you even think getting a shot over the skull with a stop sign will hurt? By an old man even? What are you planning for? Wrestling with your nephew? That is not hardcore. Punisher, you've never been involved in a Japanesse deathmatch of any sort. Let's name one I've been in ... hmm [Grim strokes his goatee, pretending to think] How about when them crazy japs tossed me onto a scaffold match in which I lost, and no I didn't fall to the ground or the ring, I fell into a net of barbwired. I crawled all over the net getting cuts everywhere I possibly could. As I continued to bleed, I looked for an exit off the net as well. The net was suspended right above the top rope of the ring. As I cried out in pain for minutes everyone laughed and cheered it. Then what happened? Good question ... as I crawled over the entire net that was sloped into the middle, I found a whole and squeezed my body through it. It didn't hurt that much seeing as I had already lost most of the feeling in my right arm and both my legs. Now you're probably thinking "whoopie doo" right? Well then, let me bring up another scenerio. How about the time when I was in my last match, when I fought Kain, and was tossed off the Empire State Building. The result of that is not important, basically I was tossed off the top of the building. But the Reaper possesses powers far beyond then the human mind can comprehend. Punisher, you're a foolish man to have accepted a match that is my envoriment. Let me ask you something Punisher, when you take a animal out of it's captivity and put it in a different area where it has no idea what was going on, and once were the hunter, are now prey? It slowly dies correct? Well then, you're the animal that is being taken out of an envoriment and being placed into mine, where you're now the hunted and I am the hunter. Punisher you better start preparing.

[Grim Reaper stands up and the camera zooms out. The Reaper slowly paces over to the door that was left slightly open. Grim grabs the door handle and opens it and tries to leave but comes back in as the camera records every moment of this. Grim lifts his left arm a bit and reaches in his jacket, in a inside pocket. He pulls out a piece of paper that is folded up several times, unevenly. Grim smirks as he continues unfolding the piece of paper. As it finishes, Grim holds up the paper for the camera to see. It's a smaller version of a promo for HWA: Bad Intentions. Grim smirks as he turns the paper away from the camera and looks at it himself. Grim begins talking as he stares at the little picture for Bad Intentions.]

[Grim Reaper:] I'll be out of here in no time, I mean, It shouldn't be much longer until they release me from here. Fairfield is in Connecticut ... and it seems as if Bad Intentions is in Boston, Mass. Now, using my information of maps, I can tell you that it takes about 2 hours to get to Boston from where I am. Knowing that, I can tell you that I WILL be at Bad Intentions and if I happen to stumble upon Punisher or Jordan Michaels watching the event from the back as well as I will be doing, then there just might be a altercation between myself and one of them other two men. Punisher, just remember, don't think much of yourself because you slipped away with a victory over the Reaper. It'll never happen again. In fact, Punisher, I believe we shall be the start of a new division here in HWA, the Hardcore Division. Who will win that? I won't just win it, I'll run the hardcore division. Because frankly, nobody even steps close to my on the charts. It just so happens that I'm new, and nobody cares what the new guy as to say. But nevertheless, everyone will learn, as I go down my list and check your name off, one by one, it'll just be the starting point. Punisher, and you Jordan Michaels, are the first two of this fight, and both of you have the short end of the stick.

[Doctor Swagengie walks back and opens the door, he motions for Grim to come with him. The camera follows him as they leave the padded room and walk down a wide corridor, with dimmed lights. The Camera man walks behind Grim and Doctor as they begin to have a conversation.]

[Doctor Swagengie:] Hello again Grim ... how are you today?

[Grim Reaper:] I'm feelin fine. Why?

[Doctor Swagengie:] Nothings bothering you?

[Grim Reaper:] Well, there is this guy ... Punisher ... Jordan Michaels mainly, whom claim their extreme, and hardcore, yet I know the truth ...

[They reach the end of the hallway and there is a door that has the words "Dr. Swagengie's Office" inprinted on the door. The Doctor opens the door as the camera comes to a complete stop. Dr. Swagengie begins to speak while opening the door.]

[Doctor Swangengie:] Interesting, step inside and we shall talk ...

[As Grim Reaper enters the room first, the doctor follows in, shutting the door in the face of the camera man. With the loud thump noise of the door, the camera starts zooming out and then begins to fade to black.]