*Sasha sits in a chair , in her formal attire. Business type of black eyeglasses sit on her face, and she has one leg folded, with her foot on her other knee. She is scribbling away at a pad with a black pen, and then looks up. Her hair is slightly up tightly, out of her face. Ano Doom stands over her on the side, behind her right shoulder. As the camera pans over his ridiculousy jacked six and a half foot frame, it comes to his face, zeroing in the scars and cuts left on the unmasked side of his face...As it zooms in, pure hatred stares back into the screen.*
*The look is one of cold, untamed, and rapidly building, bloodlust. After the attack from Hawk, and the words from Black Angel, The Man Beast still stands, with terrifying viciousness flowing through him. He cracks his neck hard to one side with a snap, rolls it the other way. All the while, deep, powerful, and ragged breaths , have been being drawn by him, as sweat pours down his face slowly. He then looks down over Sasha's shoulder, at what she's writing. *
*He places his taped hand on her shoulder, and she reaches back and places a hand of her own on it, as she half sweetly, half with a determined intent, says to him: "Unsere Zeit wird kommen, und mein Experte Plan wird blühen und gedeihen, früh genug meine Ano." Her native tongue creates a almost twisted combination, and she looks up towards the screen now, scribbling through something on her pad.*
Sasha: I sit with you a little more than 24 hours removed from the Rage and Inferno Supershow, and with the match between Ano Doom and The Black Angel being made official, Nothing but pain and punishment shall be felt. Michael Hawk wants to hold a grudge with someone for quite honestly the fact that he was defeated, and feels he was cost something. His problem was with Juarez, but then he got stupid and took it out in the wrong direction. So he attacked The Demon Cyborg and laid him out like never before seen...But he still got up on his own as the show was closing. Truly nothing can stop Ano Doom, and it will be made known sooner than later. All the attacks and attempts at mind games from his opponent, just make him angrier, and causes him to continuously see nothing but death, as always. The Angel talks about voices, but doesn't see the fact that is mine that will carry us all into the new era of EWNCW. Mind games and mental ploys won't work here, simply because my mind is far too advanced to be touched by trivial foolishness, and Ano Doom's mind knows nothing but bloody carnage. Over the next few weeks, Ano Doom settles all scores, and then gives The Black Angel a welcome back that he could never see coming.
*Sasha continues back to her busy writing, looking back down to what's in her hand. She calmly leans her head back on Doom's hand that remains on her shoulder, and then begins looking at what she has written. She then once more begins crossing out and writing more as she is heard somewhat lowly muttering in English and German, somewhat to herself as well as Ano Doom. The camera then pans back up to his face now, and once more a lingering shot of his unforgiving eyes is shown. Sasha continues to somewhat ramble with deep thought, now unseen, as he seethes with burning rage; Hatred personified leaks from behind his pupils, as he cracks his knuckles with with raw animalistic intent.*
*Sasha now discards her pad and pen, and looks up with a very focused look on her face. she gets up, turns around, gets closer to and stands directly in front of Doom, and then she puts one hand on the unmasked side of his face, and begins softly, yet fiercely, speaking to him, as she looks upwards into his eyes. Schwarz Engel fühlen muss euer Krieg, mein Ano. Er Muss. Schwarz Engel...fallen muss...Schwarz Engel...fallen muss." Doom shakes with uncontrollable hunger to spread chaos, and Sasha then gives him the cutthroat thumbs down, this time very slow and methodically. She places her hands on the back of his neck, reaching upwards, and the warrior constantly looks right at her with his unwavering, deadly, passion. The camera then focuses on her eyes now, as she utters a final warning: "Ano Doom...sends the Angel...on a fall...from grace." *
*Things fade away as the last thing heard is one more heavy deep breath being let out. *