{OOC: Had a hard time trying to edit the website sorry, it was hard getting into this role with how wild the holidays have been}


The scene opens up to a dimly lit boiler room deep in the bowels of the ECW Arena. The air is thick with steam and smoke. Chains hang from the ceiling, rattling as they sway. The camera pans across cracked concrete walls and shattered mirrors before stopping on Mil Muertes, a statue of death, his skeletal mask barely reflecting the dim light. In front of him, Bill Alfonso paces nervously, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He blows his whistle, the sharp sound cutting through the silence.

BILL ALFONSO: LISTEN UP, DADDY! Do you hear that? Do you hear that sound?! That’s the sound of the END. That’s the sound of DEATH walkin’ through the door! And her name ain’t Maki Itoh!

Alfonso blows the whistle again, pacing back and forth like a man possessed.

BILL ALFONSO: Are you kiddin’ me? Maki Itoh? The CUTEST in the world? HA! This ain’t Japan, sweetheart this is ECW! This is the land of blood, sweat, and broken bones! You ain’t walkin’ into a stage with a mic in your hand—you’re walkin’ into a goddamn war zone! And do you know who’s waitin’ for you? DO YOU KNOW?!

Alfonso steps aside and motions to Mil Muertes, who stands perfectly still, breathing heavily like a caged animal ready to be unleashed.

BILL ALFONSO: THIS MAN RIGHT HERE! MIL MUERTES—the MAN OF A THOUSAND DEATHS! The living embodiment of fear and destruction! And let me tell you somethin’, Maki Itoh—you’re walkin’ straight into your funeral! You’re not facin’ some pretty boy with a soft punch—you’re facin’ the man who’s sent legends to the hospital, left icons in body bags, and buried champions alive!

Alfonso wipes sweat from his brow and leans closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a menacing hiss.

BILL ALFONSO: You think this is a joke? You think you can come prancin’ down to the ring, flashin’ smiles and throwin’ tantrums? You think the crowd’s gonna save you when this monster gets his hands on you? NO, DADDY! The crowd ain’t gonna sing along—they’re gonna SCREAM! They’re gonna cry out when Mil Muertes grabs you by your pretty little neck and SQUEEZES the life outta you!

Alfonso blows the whistle three more times, his voice growing hoarse as he circles Mil Muertes.

BILL ALFONSO: Let me ask you this: how cute are you gonna look when your face is covered in BLOOD? When your tears are mixin’ with dirt and sweat as you beg for mercy? Because Mil Muertes doesn't DO mercy! Mil Muertes doesn't STOP, and he doesn't CARE how cute you think you are! All he sees when he looks at you is another soul to RIP APART!

Mil Muertes steps forward, his breathing intensifying, his fists clenched tight.

MIL MUERTES:Your smiles… mean nothing to me. Your voice… cannot stop what is coming. You sing songs of beauty, but I sing songs of DEATH.

He pauses, slowly removing his mask to reveal the scars on his face, a visual testament to the wars he’s endured.

MIL MUERTES: I have seen the end, Maki Itoh. I have tasted the dirt inside my own grave and clawed my way back from the darkness. I have broken bodies and shattered dreams, not because I wanted to… but because I HAD TO. Death does not hesitate. Death does not pity and neither do I.

Alfonso laughs maniacally in the background, pacing like a hyena as Mil Muertes moves closer to the camera.

MIL MUERTES: You call yourself an idol? I call you to pray. In this world, there is no place for innocence. There is no place for weakness. And yet, you walk into my domain singing songs as if the walls won’t close in around you. As if the earth won’t open up and swallow you whole.

He pauses, voice lowering to a menacing growl.

MIL MUERTES: I will be the one who silences your voice. I will rip the melody from your throat and leave only screams. And when your tears fall to the mat, mixing with your blood, the world will know that there is no such thing as ‘cute’ in the face of death.

Mil Muertes slams his fist into the wall, cracking the concrete as Alfonso jumps up and down, blowing his whistle wildly.

BILL ALFONSO: THAT’S RIGHT, DADDY! And when it’s all said and done, when the dust settles and the crowd’s left speechless, there ain’t gonna be no encore! There ain’t gonna be no curtain call for Maki Itoh just Mil Muertes standin’ tall with ME blowin’ this whistle over her lifeless body!

Alfonso stops pacing, lowering the whistle as he leans in close to the camera.

BILL ALFONSO: This ain’t a match, Itoh. It’s a damn EXECUTION. And you? You’re just another victim waitin’ to be put in the ground. You step into the ring with Mil Muertes, and you’re signin’ your death warrant! So do yourself a favor, sing your last song, dance your last dance, and pray to whatever god you believe in. Because once you step between those ropes, it’s OVER!

Mil Muertes steps closer, his face filling the screen he whispers.

MIL MUERTES: No one escapes the grave.

Alfonso grins, stepping back and blowing the whistle one last time as the scene fades to black.