***In a closed conference room, Jim Ross sat in a chair across from 'The Hitman' who sat with a brace on his neck.***

Jim Ross: "Let me start off by saying to you, thats it's great to see that you're doing well old friend."

The Hitman: "It's great to be here J.R. and to see you aswell."

Jim Ross: "Now Hitman, it's been nearly two weeks since you brought Dylan 'The Villain' George into the Federation... the same night he brutaly attacked you for seemingly no reason in the ring. Let me ask you two things, first of all: Why did you decide to bring him here, and secondly, why do you think he decided to do such a despicable thing to you?"

The Hitman: "Well J.R., to answer your first question, I found Dylan when he was 9 years old, he was laying in an alley way next to my dojo clutching his dead parents...

***J.R.'s jaw dropped***

The Hitman: "Around the area, there must have been about 8 dead men who Dylan had killed, the Louisville police ruled it as a gang sabotage with a family getting caught in the cross fire...
At the time he was shaking so violently. I took him in and taught him the fundamentals of wrestling, he caught on so quick that he became a the youngest division champion in the states history, but his heart was else where. He wanted to be a football star... as a freshman strong safety he was already dropping the jaws of NFL and college scouts, many of them mistook him for a senior. In just his senior year alone he racked up 114 tackles, 12 sacks, 23 interceptions and 10 defensive touchdowns. Now I knew personally that there was something different about him, when he would get angry his eyes would turn blue and would sometimes even turn black...
Long story short, one day he accidentally killed one of his own teammates after hitting him too hard in practice..."

Jim Ross: "How did he kill him?"

The Hitman: "He decapitated him after throwing a clothesline tackle maneuver. It broke Dylan's heart, I mean really, it did. He lost scholarship offers from USC, Florida and Ohio State...
For the next few years he spent alot of time with me in the dojo, but he'd become overly aggressive, angry and conceded... he decided the life for him was to be part of an Extreme Wresting Federation, so I took him to the most dangerous one I can think of... CW."

Jim Ross: "So why Hitman? Why? Why after being a father figure for him and raising him did Dylan turn on you?"

The Hitman: "It's the evil in him..."

Jim Ross: "The evil?"

The Hitman: "Yea, the 'Darkness'. Sometimes, when Dylan was much younger, he would chant ancient tongues in his sleep...The were a few times that he would just black out completely and it seemed almost as if he was another person."

Jim Ross: "So what did you do? Surely this raised some suspension..."

The Hitman: "It did... I dug up everything I could, trying to match his symptoms and characteristics to anything tangibly known to man. One day I came across something."

Jim Ross: "What did you find?"

The Hitman: "It was an age old book from England called 'The Three Heads'. The book described three trait characteristics that Dylan would posses at different times...
The first was called the Holy Guardian, it described a person who would become brave and bold, determined to fight for the good of order, their eyes would flash white and would have inhumane strength and speed and even sometimes in very rare cases would spread out angel wings from their back..."

Jim Ross: "The Holy Light?"

The Hitman: "I'm not sure, but it would sure seem so...
The second characteristic was called the Hellish Advocate, the eyes of the person in this instance would flash a very demonic blue color and would still posses the the same speed and strength abilities... this was the way Dylan would mostly present himself when his powers would come out.

Jim Ross: "Unholy Darkness"

The Hitman: "Indeed, the last of these traits was called The Holy Dark One, though the book said that this was the rarest of the 'Heads', I've seen Dylan descriptively this way a number of times."

Jim Ross: "What was the description?"

The Hitman: "The eyes of the person would become jet black and their strength and speed would become almost unmatchable... there would be no good or evil lean, just a body possessed by the heart, and would have the possibility to spread wings as well..."

Jim Ross: "My God...Holy Darkness"

The Hitman: "Without doubt Dylan lost his slight control he had over these powers that night..."

Jim Ross: "Ever since he has unleashed hell on the Federation..."

The Hitman: "Not surprising, I feel that if he doesn't get a grip and become able to use these powers when needed only, that he will end up killing himself or just completely lose his mind."

Jim Ross: "So what is next for 'The Hitman'?"

The Hitman: "Only time can really tell, but I love that kid. With all my heart, and I'll do whatever it takes to help him before he destroys himself..."

Jim Ross: "Not tonight, tonight my friend, we have a beer on me!"

The Hitman: "Sounds good pal..."

***The two exit the room***