***As Dark Dylious listened into Charon's deathly description of the Death Cage match, a slimy smile slid onto his fearless face. In his mind he envisioned a Hell in the Cell, covered in barbed wire and razors, along with plenty of hurtful instruments hanging around for his disposal...
He mentally returned to his cage match with Charon months ago, the cage in which he had sabotaged to fairly fit into the description of the Death Cage. He remembered the taste of Charon's blood. His eyes calmly converted from black to blue***

"Even better..."

He said,

***Richard and Charon began to grin with glee, feeling now that Dylious was about to sign his life away...***

"I don't need a pinfall anyway Charon, by the time the bell rings, you'll have already been begging for me to stop, and show mercy on you..."

Dylious leans over the table and whispers into her ear,

"Guess what? I won't listen..."

he sits back down,

"Make whatever changes are necessary you sleazy piece of shit, but remember this as being the moment that you sealed Charon's fatal fate... the belt will soon return to the Unholy Empire."