'Three major religions all converge on one small country. For two of the religions this country holds their most holy sites. For the third religion its has their third most holy site. Each of these three religions hold some very similar beliefs, very close to each other actually then they would wish to admit. One major theme is their ascension to Heaven. Most in these religions take this as you do good in your life, you ascend to a better place when you finally die. Most of the people who subscribe to this ascension adhere by these simple rules.'

The scene fades away from the Jewish people praying at the wall to early morning. A call is heard throughout the morning air in Arabic. For a moment the sleepy city quiets completely, men, woman, and children put padding down beneath them. They look to the east as the kneel, praying to Mecca. When this comes to an end, we see a young man, surrounded by his peers and family. The mother cries tears of joy, and the young men cheer for him. He smiles an unsure smile, then leaves the group for a waiting car.

'There are some, for the myth of Heaven, will do anything. Whether it be out of desperation, or through a hatred of a certain people, thinking the more they kill the more they will get in mythic Heaven. These people do not care about the morals in what they are taught, or the values which their religion teaches. They are sucked in by a group of fanatics, made to believe that everything will be theirs if they just make the ultimate sacrifice.'

The scene pans to where the young man from the shot earlier gets out of the car. You can see sweat beading off of his brow. He walks down a crowded street, were the same mothers and children walk out of the deli's and those same men still talking on the corner. They look at the young man as he walks by with suspicion but resume their lives. A few seconds later an explosion is heard, those men, woman and children's body parts are scattered across the street. The young Arabic man's head rolls across the scene. Screams of the wounded and the witness's of the atrocity can be heard as the scene watches the devastation. Brimstone's voice continues on, with no mercy, and no sorrow for what has just transpired.

'These people will do anything to achieve ascension. Anything at all to get into their mythical Heaven. To me, that belt that Slate is wearing constitutes the highest ascension. It is very tangible, and very real. There is no denying that when one finally wears that belt, the collective breaths of the rest of the wrestling world can be heard breathing in, seeing their new target. The best of the greatest wrestlers in the world can hold that title. That young man took his life and the lives of twenty-three people to achieve his goal; fortunately, I have to go through one. As easy as he made that whole homicide-bombing look, it was difficult. The logistics alone takes many people, many days of planning. There must be people to make the bombs, and teach the young man when to detonate.

The same can be the same with dethroning such a spectacular reigning champion. You must be prepared, you must exploit every weakness you can find. There are few with Slate, but the ones he has are deep. I must train with men who have had that title, or others. My EEI brothers each have tasted gold, and been very successful they will train with me. To me, that belt is Mythical Heaven. The one place where no one else is in the world. No one else at that moment, when you hold the title above your head, can be there doing the same thing you do. I have made it my personal holy war, or jihad, as that young man would have put it, to dethrone Slate, or prove Harbinger wrong. By dethroning Slate, would do the latter just fine. Slate is not one, though I despise him, to take lightly. He is the champion for a reason.

There is a misconception about me, just as there is about that young murderer you just saw. I have nothing against Mercury, or its fans. We do what is good for EEI. We do not see it as us vs. Mercury. There is no point. We want to dominate. Not destroy. With the murderer, people say he does it for his people. His people, in most, do not wish to see that, they know the retaliation will be harsh. He does it for himself. If he was not promised seventy-four virgins when he died and a free ticket into heaven, he would not do it. Or if he was assured hell and damnation for blowing up a child, he would back down.

Entropy has held me in her cycle for many month and now it is my chance to show Mercury what I can do. I will unleash this upon Slate, though I am sure he is prepared. He has held that title for many months as well. Now it is time for a complete regime change, and I plan on using everything at my disposal, save one, to win. There will be no interference from EEI unless someone else's wishes to involve themselves in this battle. That would be a fatal mistake.

Brimstone's voice ends, the scene watches the emergency vehicles move around, the medical personnel trying to find some survivors amongst the carnage. The weeping of a man, who lost everything could be heard, everything he had was taken from him in one violent moment. He now has to deal with the atrocity for the rest of his life. Something many, including him, will not be able to do. Several Blocks north of the homicide bombing site, a church bell rings solemnly and the people around the church stop for a moment, knowing what those bells mean, knowing it is just another day in their lives.

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