The scene opens to an old abandoned gas station. Weeds overtake the place where the gas pumps once stood. Graffitti litters the garage doors, as they stand menacingly tall. They camera floats over to the booth where a light luminates. Inside there are homeless people taking shelter from the cold October night. In the distance the sound of screeching tires is heard, then a loud gun shot. Sirens are heard wailing throughout the night as the scene fades to black..

The scene opens up outside a house in the older section of Terre Heute, not far from the University campus. Students can be seen laughing and walking along the streets. The street lights cast an eerie glow upon the house as the camera moves into the house. To the left is a TV left on. To the right is a warm fire. All of a sudden the TV is switched off, the camera moves back in that direction and standing there is Drifter. He walks past the camera and sits into an arm chair. He stares into the fire, listening to it crackle. He begins to speak...

Da Link: The night grows ever cooler. I feel a little chilly myself but as I sit and glare into the fire I begin to realize that days are passing quicker and soon the seasons will be changing to Winter. The nights will grow even colder. But enough of that, I'm here for a reason tonight. I must talk about my opponent. Raven, The Hardcore Messiah, like I said last night your name baffles me. Hell I think you baffle me. It's just your all around strangeness. That's not even the good kind of strange. I can't even begin to explain it. You talk about you being larger than me and better than me in the ring. Well ya, most of my opponents are. But that doesn't make much of a difference. Like the old saying goes, "the bigger they are, the harder they fall". I am not worried about you cursing and calling my faggots and other types of little kid shit. You think I care if you think I can't beat you without help or a finisher? Not a whole lot. I don't think I have anything to prove by ending every match with my finishing move anyways. I can give you a hell of an ass beating without using that move. I can pull off some moves that you've never seen before. Ones that you've only seen in some of those old Japanese wrestling tapes. I'll be the one teaching you a lesson Raven as I bring the World Title to the Curse. It'll be my favourite class, Ass Kicking 101.

Da Link smiles and continues...]

Da Link: You sure talk a lot of shit for being the World Champion to a no-talented fed. With you being the World Champion, not only do you make this coporation dull and un noticable but you flat out suck as the GWL World Champion. I know I'm new too the GWL but I've had a total of 12 matches. This is now my 13th match, and I heard that 13 is an unlucky number. Unfortunally though for Raven, I'm not superstitous. You can call me a seasoned veteran by now. My win-loss track record is very outstanding and at this point I'm at my best. But hey, you win some and you lose some. You want to go for the double-gold, well you'll have to get by me first there buddy. I'm one crazy son of a bitch. I can test you and take you to the edge of sanity. My matches always end up being a piece of art. I learn from my opponents, all their weakness become my strengths. Meaning I attack where they least expect it. You think I'm giving in but I'm just learning my friend. You think that you have the upper hand until I turn everything around into a living hell. But by the time you realize anything has gone array, it's all over. You will not even have the chance to regain yourself. You can shrug off everything I say to you now Raven but I forewarn you. I don't make guarantees, nor do I make caution. I warn you of what will come, what will happen.

Da Link's face grows serious...]

Da Link: You've made a mistake by thinking that I'll walk away from a fight Raven. I don't care if you think that you're great. I don't even give a fuck wether you can use thirty cursing words in one sentence. Sure everyone's great in there own mind. But you have to prove it to me and cursing don't cut it. That takes a lot to prove something like that. You could beat me by cheating, but that wouldn't prove anything. You could lose, that'd just make me better than you. You could win, maybe then you'd be the better of me. But I'm not making no promises. I won't walk away from this match, no matter how much you try to mock me and say that I'm not a worthy opponent. I could care less what you think. It's all about the sweat and blood for me. I'll make you bleed by the middle of the match. Watch it happen. Wait and bleed my friend. You'll know and feel the pain then. That's when you can see it will all be over. The end will be near by that point in time. The psychics will predict it. There will be a loud groan among the doubters who bid against me. Everyone will know the truth by that point. With that said and done, there must be only one thing left to say...

Da Link pauses for a moment...]

Da Link: Hide your women and lock your kids in the basement cause I'm coming for you! And this is how it is written, as it once was because this is my Last Resort...

Da Link makes his leave as the scene fades to black