We see an empty field. A burning stake stands in the center of the circular field. Visigoth is sitting on the cold hard ground. Kurtus Spees is standing upright. He is walking a circle around Visigoth. The serene, significant, spiritual image is broken by Visigoth’s speech.

What is this about? I don't have all the time in the world.

Yes…of course you don't. But before this does happen…before I give to you what you want…I feel we should remind you why this is important. I think that you need to recognize that this is even more significant than you can ever imagine…at least until I give you what you want…then perhaps you will. I know you may not have all the time, but I also know that you are a very patient man.

Yes, very well. That is acceptable.

Yes. Shall we begin then?

I’m ready whenever you are.

Then let me begin.

Be my guest.

Nick Willers, a small boy born in Aberdeen, Washington. You, Visigoth, you. But this boy was betrayed. His mother died. And left him. He was not the strongest in the neighborhood, nor was he the fastest…but…he was the most intelligent. Maybe not book smarts, but in the way of…mind control…shall we say. Not in the way of control thoughts, but in the way of manipulation. Here it was, a small boy, only of somewhat above average strength and physical stature, leading the giants of his community. That was only a precursor. You were on the top of the world. Then something astonishing happened. You found her. You found your delicate butterfly. You found the greatest gift ever. She was you gift from God.

But she was taken away…it was not punishment…or some cruel joke, as you have thought. No, it was a gift. It was a gift for you to form the most divine and unquestioned strength ever known on earth. The only other man who is your equal now is the Son of God. And even he do you give a great challenge. You were betrayed by them as well, weren’t you? They saw where you lived. You didn’t know it was bad. You didn’t know it was poor. And so you desensitized yourself. You ignored your gift. Your gift of leadership, granted to you by the most high. But in your subconscious, in the recesses of your mind, Nick, you had an undying aggression. And so you got in to the world of sports-entertainment. You didn’t like your name though, did you? It just reminded you of your past. So, you adopted a new name. Luke Hubner, correct?

Visigoth nods his head.

Yes, of course. So then you went on to earn a lot of fame in independent circuits. You went to the FFWF. You won an intercontinental title. Then a major federation picked up on your abilities. The MWWF.

Visigoth slightly smiles.

Yes, I can see you remember well. They are fond memories for you, I’m sure. But it was soon…that you were to loose that edge. All those workouts, all those training sessions, all those dark matches…all for naught when you couldn’t win a TV match. You got opportunity after opportunity, but still, no success. Then you had had enough. You lost to GDog again. As you went to the back, you saw his brother, CMoney.

Visigoth begins to laugh lightly to himself.

He said something to you. He underestimated you, did he not? And you challenged him. Then Tuesday, no one believed you could have defeated him. But Luke Hubner didn’t fight that night, did he? No, you had a transformation, didn’t you? You received divine intervention. That was not Satan talking to you. It was the most high. He was exacerbating your preexisting gift, even more so than it already was. He was the one who made you…Visigoth. And that is who you are. You are not Luke Hubner. You are not Nick Willers. You are not the small boy from Aberdeen, Washington. You are…HEAVENS WARRIOR

That’s a very impressive interpretation, Mr. Spees. But I believe that to be quite inaccurate.

Ah ah ah…you seem to have forgotten something. This is my evidence. This is how I shall prove to you that you are the son of the divine. YOU…are the decadent. Visigoth, I have returned to the EHWF for one purpose…not to eliminate the impure. Not to remove the filth. To show you that you are the chosen one. Visigoth…I hope you have noticed your diminished strength.

Why would that have anything to do with you returning or my being chosen by your divine?

Because, Visigoth, there is a reason for your weakened power. There are causes for your depleted might. You are not malevolent…you are benevolent. Visigoth…I posses…your soul.

Visigoth smiles wide.

You see…I tell you nothing but the purest truth. Do I lie?

No...you do not Kurtus Spees...I must also tell you something. I am still your superior.

Kurtus Spees begins to laugh.
Yes, you are, Visigoth, you are. But let it be known…you are far more powerful than ever now. You are…complete.

Complete. Yes...I like the sound of that.

Both men smile standing in front of the burning stake. Spees holds out his hand. Visigoth shakes it. It fades to black and suddenly words flash on the screen.

ARE YOU AFRAID TO… SMELL THE BLOOD?