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Mr. X

Mostly Mr. X, Nick Wyld

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Vs. Mr. X

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-.:::OOC Notice:::.- Introduction RP's suck-.:::End OOC Notice:::.-


Andrew Wolfe is seen linguring in the back behind the BWA building. One can hardley make his out his outline, but for the help of the faint light given off by the distant parking lot lamps. He turns to face the camera who begins heading towards him. He begins to speak, slowly.

It's time. Time for the 1st coming. He is ascending to Earth, to expand his great empire. No, I don't mean you're precious savior Jesus. I'm talking about the archfiend, Beezlebub, Lucifer, Mephistopheles, the Dickens, Evil One, Satan, the Devil...however you know him by - he's coming. That's diablo for all our spanish speaking friends.

And I'm the one who's going to pave his way. Nostradamus's 3rd Evil is on the brink of reigning down - and I get the privilage of ushering him in. So, who am I?

I'm The Devil's right hand man. I'm Andrew Wolfe.

I'm here on Earth to capture all of your pathetic souls. One by one - I'll take victory over your body. The room will grow dark and my servants will come flaming out the floor, then victoriously drag your souls to hell.

Those are trivial details. The importance now lays on Monday night, the first victim to fall. Mr. X.

We never got our chance to fight in PCW, X. It changed ownership and grinded to a hault. But I have noticed that you've yet to show your face anywhere I am. I must take time to applaud your wise decision making. There's no shame in it Mr. X. "I would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave." - E.M. Forester of course.

But the hard facts are cold. You can't avoid me forever. You might miss this week. You might even be able to dodge me next week, and the week after..but eventually your time will come. I'll catch up to you and I'll bring about the same fate I do everybody else. You're only setting yourself up for an even bigger fall. For, I'm Andrew Wolfe. I'm the incarnation of Power. Where I tread, fire and destruction follows. That's not a force you can avoid.

And I noticed my old friend Nick Wyld is back, for another dose of anything the Wolfe can dish. Nick and Jon spend alot of timing staring at SCPA and wishing they were there, I don't know why. Near as I can tell, in order to be where SCPA is - you have to be competely batshit crazy. Yet they do. Nick, here's your weekly dose of advice. " "Don't let life discourage you; everyone who got where he is had to begin where he was." - Richard L. Levins.

Don't misinterperate that Nick. You won't ever be anything bordering great. But you can be content in knowing you are where greats once were, and thats something to be said...for you. Your accomplishments are fairly small.

You start your career in BWA against SCPA. May God help you - you'll need it. But when the time comes you have to face me, God cannot help you. It's nothing I haven't said before - but it's only fair. If I were to allow you to step into Hell in a Square with me again unarmed and underadvantaged..it'd be an empty victory..just as the last one was. You thought your ability to quote from a great, Muhammad Ali, made you a great..and you were acutely wrong. Next time you be all the wiser, I trust.

Here I go wandering off subject. It's Mr. X I should be mocking. Monday you'll get to battle the Wolfe, X. The Wolfe hunts, kills, mercy, prisoners. Your worst nightmare has arrived.

Wolfe begins to leave, then stops suddenly. He turns back to the camera, his face now fully lit.

Oh and..one more thing. The only way to wake up from this nightmare...is to go to sleep. Althought, that doesn't always seem to work.

With that Wolfe snaps his fingers and a single line of ashes fall down, erasing him as they go..till he vanishes completely, and all the lights come back on. Then the camera fades to black