The sky goes darker than during a cloudy night. A cold rain spills from the clouds, splashing down on the overheated men in the ring, creating a steam effect from them in the compartment. The fog that suddenly encompasses the area is thick and cold as the soulless eyes of the Unholy One, who stares at the man interrupting the match.
The power can be felt throughout the world. The ominous presence of this figure makes everyone in the arena uneasy. The cold air and rain mix slowly, starting to turn to ice, which pelts down into the ring. The Darkspade climbs up and wonders what’s going on…
The figure stands there, clad in the long leather cardinals cloak and a black chapeau, it simply raises a single hand towards the ring…
And suddenly a blast of cold air sends all three men off the mat and into the mesh walls!!
And before any of them can lift their heads to see what has happened…. it’s gone…
