Rise of the Minister of Evil

The scene opens late Monday night as a camera slowly fades on an old rusty fence. As the cameraman moves slowly down the old, rusty fence the camera zooms in on an old rusty steel gate. A light drizzle is falling and a thick fog slowly creeps along the ground as the camera enters the gate to reveal that he is inside a dark and dreary cemetery. As the cameraman walks farther into the cemetery, he begins to pan the camera amongst the fog-obscured headstones. Moving along at a casual pace, the camera passes a mound of freshly dug earth near an open grave. Panning to the headstone the camera centers on the letters IWF, which are chiseled into the headstone above the word VICTIM. As the camera zooms out of from the headstone an object flies past the lens of the camera and imbeds itself in the mound of earth. The camera turns and zooms in on the mound of earth to reveal a wooden handle sticking out of the mound. Footsteps can be heard as the camera pans back in the direction the object came from. The camera catches a glimpse of a figure in a black trench coat passing behind a tree.

Cameraman: Who was that?

The camera quickly pans towards the tree which the figure in black passed behind it and rounds the tree to find no one there. A demonic laugh can be heard as the camera turns and catches another glimpse of the figure in black moving through a grove of bushes as the laughter continues. An exasperated sigh can be heard from behind the camera as it begins moving towards the hedge. Upon reaching the hedge, the camera slowly steps through revealing a partially overgrown footpath with freshly made boot prints moving along it. The camera follows the boot prints down the path until a small mausoleum can be seen in the distance with light flickering in the windows.

Cameraman: (Talking to himself) Why do I always am sent to places like this.

The creak of the mausoleum door echoes through the silent cemetery as a figure can be seen entering the mausoleum. The light within the mausoleum flicker as the door remains open. The camera approaches the building and slowly enters the open door. Once inside the camera pans the room showing candles lining the windows and a single candle sits on top of a black marble podium in the center of the room. A loud slam is heard as the camera whirls around to show the mausoleum door now shut and the figure standing beside it with his head hanging down towards his chest with his black hair obscuring his face.

Cameraman: Jesus Christ!

The figure is still laughing as he glares towards the cameraman.

Raspy Voice: He will not be coming to save you anytime soon.

The figure steps away from the wall of the mausoleum and makes his way around the room slowly extinguishing the candles, which line the windows by placing the palms of his right hand down upon them. As the last candle goes out, he makes his way towards the crypt in the center of the room and stares down into the candle before slowly backing away into the darkness of the mausoleum. As the camera zooms in closer on the lone candle sitting on top of the black marble podium in the middle of the mausoleum. A few minutes pass by before foot steps can be heard coming out of the dark towards the illumination of the candle. The camera zooms in on the figure to reveal that he is carrying something in his hands. The figure walks up to the podium as the camera zooms in on as the figure puts a bloody skull on the podium. The camera starts to shake worse from what the cameraman just noticed. The figure lets out a demonic laugh as he glares down at the skull.

Raspy Voice: The demons are calling out for the fresh blood to feed on as they put the doomed souls through pain and torment.

The figure reaches down and pulls a double-sided dagger. The camera zooms in on the dagger as the figure puts it against the palm of his left hand. He slowly starts to twirl the knife as blood starts to trickle from the cut down the side of the figures hand.

Raspy Voice: As I watch the blood trickle down the palm of my hand, it reminds me of the lust for blood that runs throughout my body. A feeling that very few can appreciate and soon enough I will start my collection of victims within IWF .

The cameraman clears his throat as the figure glares over at him.

Cameraman: All I know sir is that you are a new wrestler for IWF. What is your name?

The figure drops the knife to the floor, as all you hear is the steel of the blade clank as it hit is the concrete floor below the figure.

Raspy Voice: I have many names but many know me by Red Dragon “The Minister of Evil”.

The camera is shaking so bad that the cameraman almost drops it but catches it at the last moment.

Red Dragon: Do you fear the unknown?

The cameraman nods yes as he lets out a demonic laugh.

Red Dragon: You are just like every other mortal who has been face to face with the demon.

He reaches over towards the candle with his right hand as he slowly puts his palm on the candle putting the light out. The mausoleum becomes pitch black as he lets out a sinister laugh.

Red Dragon: IWF your walk of damnation has just started.

A thud hits the floor as a scream of agony echoes throughout the mausoleum. The sinister laugh continues as the screams continue also.

Red Dragon: WELCOME TO HELL!

The scream gets louder as the scene fades to image of a demon before it goes to static.