(The scene opens on boards a large cruise ship out to sea somewhere along the Gulf Of Mexico. The sun beams down brightly onto the large ocean liner. Assorted people are enjoying the many things that the cruise ship has to offer. From kids playing along the pool area, to beautiful young ladies tanning on the deck, to senior citizens playing shuffle boards.)
(Cut to: The very front nose of the ship looking outward, standing on the top of the rail with one hand on the mast and posing regally like a true pirate to say the least is "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka. She is wearing her trademark all tight shiny red leather attire. Her matching trench coat flaps freely in the breeze. She is wearing round dark mirror shade John Lennon style sunglasses. Her long blood-red fire hair blows in conjunction with her leather trench coat.)
Nakita Dahaka: At last, fate has once again blown you my way John Doe. Once again, our paths have crossed and brought you my way. You, with your little crusade about how women have no place or business in a wrestling ring. Well how about demon incarnates who just coincidentally embody a woman? I've been listening to you spout off your non-stop rhetoric about how women have no place or business wrestling with men, and it just fuels the fire deep within me to make something happen.
Now make no mistake about it Doe, I'm not doing this because I am defending all of women kind. In fact I could care less about what you do to the little b(FCC beep)tches of NEW ERA. They could all roast in hell for all I care. However, I am just finishing what I started with you in that little tag team match with Benjamin and Maxwell in the first round of the Tag Team Tournament.
(Nakita turns around and hops down off of the rail back onto the deck below continuing on where she left off without skipping a beat.)
Do you remember Doe, the match that you got all pissed because you were working with a mere woman, even though your ignorance was obviously leading you astray. Where I saw the potential for the two of us to work together as a cohesive unit. However, your ego refused to allow you to see the same thing as I. Where I exercised wisdom within my words, you became nothing more than a whiny ass little b(FCC beep)tch. Do you remember what happened in that match Doe? I believe that while you were getting all prima donna, the outcome of the match told a different story, when FATE...Dahaka...that would be me, intervened and left you high and dry. You know when I refused to accept your tag and walked away letting you take the loss at the hands of The Saviors of Wrestling.
Speaking of Benjamin and Maxwell, I still never got a thank you for letting you both get a free win into the next round of the tournament. You should still be kissing my ass for allowing you to get so far. But that's all water under the bridge I suppose. I'll deal with you two nut sacks later. Fate always has a habit of coming up on you when you least expect her.
Back to you Doe, now you and I must aboard a cruise ship, similar to this one right here that I am on, and wrestle in what is said to be a WALK THE PLANK match this weekend at NEW ERA's Banned In The U.S. Are you gonna make The Harbenger of Fate and Death Incarnate take the walk or will I finish what I started with you all those weeks ago?
I'm gonna have so much fun beating the amnesia right back into you. I'm gonna beat your little ass to sleep. Most importantly, I'm gonna enjoy writing your name as another chapter in my gospel. Just another people to help PAINT THE PICTURE AND TELL THE STORY of The Dark Phenom.
Now don't get me wrong, I do expect to bleed and feel the utmost pain and agony; however, for every one thing that you do unto me. For every single drop of blood that you spill from me, I will do that much more on you. I may be able to dish out the pain, but more importantly I can take what you unleash on me. I expect you and I to go all the way to hell on this ship, but in the end you will know that...
I AM HELL and I WILL EMBRACE AND TAKE YOU...
Its as simple as that. So come Banned In The U.S. Its time to put up, or shut up you little son of a b(FCC beep)tch because Fate rides on a white steed coming swiftly and descending on you like locusts.
So it is said...
Let it be known...
So it shall come to pass...
Let it be written...
In John Doe's blood...
Another chapter according to MY GOSPEL...
(The scene slowly fades out.)