***Outside of the Hotel, Dylan 'The Villain' George was partying it up. Smoking hot babes were all round him, dancing, and rubbing on his ripped chest and abs.
From the distance, Jim Ross could be seen walking towards Dylan with a microphone and camera crew.***

Jim Ross: "Dylan, if I may, can I ask you a few questions about your special match tonight?"

Dylan: "Well lookie here ladies, if it isn't my ole' buddy J.R., what do you want?"

Jim Ross: "Well Dylan, you've finally gotten your wish. You get a chance to pin Darkspade tonight in the ring, in front of thousands of fans...are you nervous at all."

Dylan: "J.R., have you just yet to realize that I'm the best there is in this federation? I seriously wake up every morning and piss pure excellence. Not only do I plan to pin Spade, but I'm going to make him beg me to spare his life in front of all of his fans..."

Jim Ross: "Well, strong words and a VERY bold prediction, but it doesn't seem like you are preparing for your match too well. My god you're just out here drinking and dancing with these women."

Dylan: "Prepare? Did you not see what I did to Charon? I need no preparation... you've been witness before and tonight you'll be witness to more... hahaha!"

***J.R. looks on strangely at Dylan as he notices a change in his demeanor. Dylan stopped dancing and stepped closer to the ocean, his jaw dropped as he quickly took off his shades and began to stare out into the water.
From everyone else view, things were normal, but from Dylan's, things had become very frighting.
The sky turned dark, then black, as the beach began to slip from under his feet and roll into the ocean. The waves were at a stand still as a giant white glare of a holy warrior stood in the sky.
Dylan dropped to his knees as tears of blood started to pour from his eyes...
The voice spoke...***

"Dylious..."

Dylan, on his knees couldn't speak,

"DYLIOUS!"

The voice roared,

"Yes...yes..."

Dylan spoke as calmly as he ever had,

"You must fight them Dylious, you must fight off the Empire, for the sake of the Earth...You are the Protector."

the voice proclaimed,

"Wha'...tell me what I must do."

Dylan was vitalized,

"You must save the Angel of Death Dylious, she is the key to your power...with it, and only it, may you stop the Empire."

"But..."

***The figure turned dark and began to rip apart through the sky as it tried to mutter out a few more words to Dylan.***

"Dylious! You mu...YOU MU! YOU MUST NOT LET THEM CONTROL YOU! Fight the darkness!"

***The image of the warrior ripped throughout the sky in a thousand pieces as snow began to fall from the black sky. A cold, wretched hand then sat on Dylan's shoulder. He turned to see Seer and Mortismere standing behind him...***

"So Dyliousssss, are you ready to now to giveee up theseeee feeebal ideasss of Altimac's and do our bidding..."

Dylan slowly nodded his head at Seer as a giant grin came across Mortismere's face...

"Good...now go kill Darkspade!"

***The scene flashed back to the beach, Dylan was still on his knees in front of everyone with the bloody tears streaming down his cheeks, a look of awe was still written over his face.***

Jim Ross: "Dylan, Dylan...DYLAN!"

Dylan's head snapped over quickly at J.R. giving him a sadistic look of anger and disgust...
The women all jumped back in fear.

Dylan: "I'm going to kill Darkspade..."

***Dylan got up and walked towards the hotel as J.R. watched on with a look of wonder and mystery on his face.***