As the crowd begins to wind down from the conclusion of the battle between Wolverina and Alexis Rose, the viewing screens cut to black. The fans murmur among themselves, believing that they are witnessing the results of a technical difficulty. With a flick, a small flame sprouts through the onyx abyss, it's light casting across a cigarette and the pale face behind it. It's tendrils lick at the conclusion, the glow of orange crawling out from the contact and then the fire disappears and only embers remain. They burn hotter with a long drag, spent tobacco turning to black and peppering the surface. The glow vaguely highlights the countenance beyond: beard stretches across the length of the nicotine addicts jaw; furrowed eyebrows rest over the sunken black recesses where only a distant glint makes itself known now; and a deep crevice cuts down the length of the left side, reaching from the mid of the forehead, splitting the brow and continuing further down where the light does. The scarred face triggers a vast range of reactions from the crowd, with many simply confused, others horrified, and a select few excited. A faint voice emerges from the abyss, exacerbating these reactions.

"In his inaugural address, Franklin D. Roosevelt said 'The only thing we have to fear is fear itself'. And yet... what is fear? Fear is the response a man feels to a threat that poses a risk to their health, life, status, power, or anything that they hold valuable. It is an emotion learned as a tool of survival.. the ability to recognize that which may harm, maim, or destroy that which is precious to you."

Another lengthy drag of the tobacco beckons the embers closer to the smoker, their glint in his eyes burning brighter. The glow fades away once more and smoke bellows out of his gullet in the darkness, blurring the view of his vice's business end.

"'Do not think that I came to bring peace on Earth; I did not come to bring peace, but a sword'. I have come to usher in a new age to you, XWA... an age in which such distinctions as good or evil are irrelevant. An age where it will no longer matter if you have proclaimed yourself a Titan, a Savior, a Nightmare, a Hound of Hell, a Hitman, a Showstealer... For in this new age, there are only two sorts of men: those who are afraid.. and those who are ignorant."

The man takes his time with another exchange of nicotine and oxygen, it's radiance having drawn closer and shining brighter against the fury twisted visage of the GodKing. The corner of his lip twitches and begins to curl into a grin as the view draws back and the blackness reclaims it.

~The End~

Oh damn. I didn't expect ??? to be you! Awesome promo, man. I am enjoying your writing and I cant wait to see what you can do in a match.