The music of black water played out in the background as the scene opened to the Eclipse sitting in a corner with his eyes focused on item he was given prior to WrestleMania. Irritation was visible on his face as he fiddled with the paper, plenty on his mind.

“As this world of ours returned to us, I have been an avid speaker on welcoming hell and chaos into our world. It is what is essential to this business. I’ve always spoken for those to stand with me to embrace or stand before me to stop me. There has been no cryptic messages, no hidden meanings behind my words. Plain and simple, let’s bring chaos together or fall before me so that others may prosper. I’ve followed this new path for some years now. Been through battles with our dearest members of society, yet one in particular took offense in my existence. I explained myself, I stated my facts yet I was forced into a corner by not one but two who could not listen. I did all I could to prevent tragedy, yet it could not be stopped. I protected myself and I dealt with those problems for the time being. I had my rights to defend myself and my career despite an entirely different power seeing it differently. Was I suppose to let myself disappear into the shadows? Was I to just allow those two do as they please? Why didn’t anyone stop me if that was the case? Why didn’t loved ones plea a case to me? If I was to disappear, would anyone fight as hard for me as they do to the people that held the knife to my throat?” He asked as he paused to stare at the paper.

“This WrestleMania I had envisioned to stand at the top with gold in my hands, but distractions caught me. My focus wasn’t there. Is that an excuse? I won’t call it that as I can’t tell how I would face against a monster like Omen. Could I had done better, could I had succeeded? I don’t know, and the answer doesn’t matter. I’m here without my gold, and I’m here with irritation that I’ll have to fix something that isn’t my fault while going into battle with Ares. Despite everything, I’m here and I made it. I’m home,” he commented before standing up and sliding the paper into his pocket. The Totality persona would look to the camera, giving it his full attention.

“Tonight I stand before someone I’ve yet to meet yet someone that represents how my life has been. I stand before you, The God of War. I’ve been to war for over two decades now. I know war, and I’ve stood before beings considered as Gods in this business. I’ve beaten those Gods, and some of them tried to end me. From the bottom of my twisted heart, I can tell you I have no ill will toward you, Ares. It is unfortunate we cross while I’m in this dark place, this vile mood. It is unfortunate that your name does provoke me to take you to hell and back. So with that, I pray to the heavens as I look to the moon to ask that the chaos we go through shall not break you, harm you, destroy you. You’re just an innocent soul put into the path of a man that wants nothing more than go on a rampage after months of dealing with bullshit I don’t control, despite what those voices may say.” He spoke as he would walk over to a desk to pull off the chain of fate laying there. If one looked, they’d see the chain without the red stained links.

“Hear me and follow me to the beyond. Stand with me and live in the paradise that years of work has created for us to enjoy. Stand against me and fall to the burning fires of despair.” He spoke his lines before pulling out a jar from the same desk, a jar of white paint that’ll be used for his match. “Ladies and gentleman. Juggalos and juggalettes… I’m here,” he spoke out before the screen went blank and only a ticking clock would be heard right after.