The Undertaker can be seen walking towards them. He is wearing a floor length black, leather trench coat. The collar upturned to combat the chilling wind. His hat pulled down low, a scarf is knotted around his neck and partially covering his mouth, so only a small area of his face can be seen. In his right hand is an old, red, leather bound book.
As he gets closer to the men each of them acknowledges him with a small nod of the head. Undertaker returns the gesture in their direction and is now only feet away from the camera. He looks down the lens and begins to talk, he voice rasping from the cold Paris air.
The Undertaker - The advantage of the EBWF world tour is being able to check on how my brothers from the Chapel are doing in different countries. [His empty hand pats one of the gentlemen on the should. The Undertaker then raises the book he is holding slightly to the camera.] Forgive me Wes, its a little momento I took from my last visit to the Ikeda estate. Don't worry no one was home when I visited.
Opening the book it is immediately apparent it is a photograph album. The first picture is a portrait shot of Wes and Natalie, they both look younger and have a sparkle in their eye which only comes from new love. The Undertaker ripped the page out and tossed it onto the fire which immediately sprung back into life as the picture is caught by the flames. He continues ripping page by page from the book. Pictures of Wes with Natalie and pictures of him with his children are one by one thrown onto the fire. The Undertaker comes close to the end of the book and briefly pauses as he comes to a picture of Wes in a hospital, a new born CJ in his arms, he rips this page out and throws it on the now roaring fire. He comes to the final page and its a picture of Wes with Bella. It looks as though it was only taken the Christmas before her tragic passing away. A Christmas tree is in the background, wrapping paper is on the floor. Wes is sat with Bella, both in pyjamas. She is leaning her head on his shoulder and Wes is grinning ear to ear, slightly looking towards her with the look of love that only a Father can have for his daughter. The Undertakers cheeks slightly raise as he clearly has a smirk on his face.
The Undertaker - Cute. [And with that he tears that picture from the book and places it on top of the fire so it slowly is gobbled up by the ferocious flames. Finally the Taker then tosses the empty book on the fire as well.] Last week on Warfare the Chapel arrived and claimed the Rock as its first victim. As we at the Chapel already knew, he did not have the darkness inside him to be the chosen one.
The men around the fire let out a low chuckle.
The Undertaker - This week the powers that be in the EBWF have been kind to me and have decided I will face the Universal Solider Phil Shatter. It will be a perfect chance for the Chapel of Satan to look into the soul of someone else and see if they have what it takes. Since coming to the EBWF Phil you've spoken about serving your country, your tours of Iraq, all those things that make you the good ol' fashioned all American hero. But Phil the Chapel of Satan doesnt care about military past, the Chapel doesnt care how many tours of Iraq you've done. All we care about is finding the chosen one to carry on with our work and once you step into my ring I will serve judgement upon you.
The Undertaker - Since coming to the EBWF Phil we've seen you defeated by Evan Bourne, Wade Barrett and fail to win the Royal Rumble. And come Warfare you will be beaten again, by me. But you have the chance of winning the grandest prize of them all [The Undertaker looks to the sky, raising his arms slightly, palms facing out], to be chosen by the Chapel. [He looks back to the camera] When your broken body lies before me and I look at what really is deep within you, and then you will know if your utter pointless existence is destined for true greatest, or carry on in wave after wave of mediocrity.
The wind howls even louder, but this doesnt effect the Undertaker. He stares even more intently into the camera.
The Undertaker - Phil, I ask of you one thing, close your eyes now just for a moment. Imagine being back in Iraq, remember those smells, the dust in the air. Remember that heat, the droplets of sweat on the back of your neck. Remember all of those sounds. The gun fire all around you, the explosions filling the air. Remember seeing your fellow service men, your friends dying before your very eyes. Remember that pain when you step into the ring at Warfare Phil because that will become your happy place. Those memories will seem like a walk in the park on a Summers day compared to the beating you will receive in the process of being judged by the Chapel. Having your very core analysed and scrutinised by me in that ring will be like a pain you have never before experienced. You will wish you was back on the front line with your buddies again, as being targeted by the Chapel of Satan is worse than any war than you could imagine.
Popping the collar of his coat and turning away from the camera and offering a nod to the men around the fire as a farewell the Undertaker looks as though he is about to leave before offering his final thoughts.
The Undertaker - Soon Phil your cloudy days will be over and replaced with something beautiful. A crystal clear clarity that only comes from having the Chapel of Satan look into your soul. Then you will know whether you are the chosen one, and if not you will
In
Peace
The Undertakers eyes rolling into the back of his head he turns from the camera and walks along the river bank away from the camera as it fades to black......