'Tis the season to be suffering... (Dark Star) -- Gladiator Wrestling Alliance

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(Quick question: Is anybody here wondering where the hell Dark Star disappeared to? As far as I can tell, the man hasn't ventured out of doors to speak since...well, since Doomsday verbally tore him a new anus. Could it be that our deceased friend has realized what kind of monster he has created? Only time will tell.)

(The scene begins in an abandoned church. What was once beautiful stained glass windows are now boarded-up holes in the walls. Ugly cracks run along every inch of the pews. The front double doors obviously used to be boarded up, but the boarding is now cracked and broken, and one of the doors is hanging limply on one screw, squeaking in protest as every stray breeze seeks to send the door to the dusty church floor. At the front of the church, the only thing still standing is a dusty, cracked podium. A tattered Bible lays on top of the podium. Dark shadows conceal whatever is behind the podium. Suddenly, something moves in the shadows. A flash of lightning from outside briefly illuminates the form of a large man in the shadows. Very few details could be made out, but whoever he is seems to be sitting in what is referred to as the Lotus position with his head down. From the sound of things, he seems to be muttering something to himself under his breath. Suddenly, the muttering stops. Several more lightning flashes show the large man lift his head up and apparently smile. He suddenly rolls forward, hops to his feet, reaches back, and pulls a sinister-looking sword out of the podium. He plants it in the floor in front of him, then kneels on one knee behind it, putting one hand on the hilt. He throws his long, black hair out of his face, and it is then that he is revealed to be GWA superstar, Doomsday. An odd smile crosses his face, then a raised eyebrow joins the smile as he begins to speak.)

Doomsday: With only a few days remaining until Christmas and Halloween moving farther and farther into the past, I find myself wondering where my opponent has hidden himself. Is it possible that even a corpse...can show fear? Nevertheless, whether he speaks or not, he must bring his "Night of the Living Dead" act to the ring this Saturday...and face judgement. If he is hoping that by remaining silent he will not anger me further...then he will be in for extreme disappointment. I do not like it when my opponent hides himself and leaves me to wonder whether or not he - or she - will actually show up for the match. The last man to hide from me...was quickly shown the error of his ways. He attempted to hide from me in his locker room. I found him, Chokeslammed him through a table, and then he felt the raw power of the Cataclysm...right on the hard tile floor. He has not been seen since.

Doomsday: But then, something tells me that a "no-show" will not occur in this contest. No, he will show up, if not to fight, then certainly to maintain his foolish sense of pride. That is what it's all about, is it not? How best to save face? I have little doubt Dark Star will deny this if he ever comes out of his hiding place, but he and I both know the truth. And now, like the one that "no-showed" against me in his locker room...Dark Star must be shown the error of his ways. The Cataclysm is coming. Doomsday is here. This insignificant world has already changed...and the New Era...has already begun. I shall enjoy unleashing upon Dark Star his own...personal...DOOMSDAY!!!

(With that, Doomsday thrusts the sword into the ground all the way to the hilt, at which point three lightning bolts shoot up from the floor behind the podium, punching a hole in the roof as they escape into the stormy night beyond. The scene slowly fades to black, then to an advertisement about GWA Saturday Pinnacle.)