[The scene opens on top of a building overlooking a city, the camera pans left and right viewing the black night filled with neon light from the city. The camera pans down to a alleyway, where we see a blue dumpster with a black high durability lid covering the foul stench of trash. Next to the dumpster, there is a rather large peice of cardboard with legs sticking out from underneath it. The cardboard moves and finally a grisly, old bum crawls from underneath it and mutters some gargled words and then stands up. He wears dirty old rags and a broken, old, flimsy hat on top of his head. He sits down on a milk crate and begins to think. The camera pans back up to the top of the building, the camera turns and gives a better look of where we are. There are the normal grey fans that spin around, some antennas and other metal junk. We see a beaten, gray, tin shack that must be the landlords tool shed. We pan around some more and see another small building with a door, this building is made of brick and probably is the entrance to the stairwell. The door is partly open, and the wind blows it back and forth. We now pan back to our original position, we see a dark figure standing here now....silently looking over the rooftop, teetering on the edge. He turns as if he actually knows the camera is there and begins to speak...]

"Ah. I see the ICW decided to decided to send the camera and camera man as I requested. Very good, I see you are catching on."

[He smiles, quite evilly actually. Showing a row of perfectly white teeth which contradict his black and red face paint.]

"Yes. I see Death from Above have decided to ignore me. But soon, they will not have the privilage of doing that. After all, how can you ignore someone taking you apart limb from limb?"

Camera Man: "Uhm, sir? I think they are Death from Below, Not death from above....."

"Ah. I see you've caught on to that. You see, my small friend, they say they are Death from Below, when they still have but to even touch the layers of darkness that I have been to, and came back from. In this, they are not truly from hell as they like to propose to the fans and other wrestlers, they are normal, they are mortal like any other man."

[He smiles and then his face goes solemn and the smile vanishes]

"You see, Death from Above, you soon shall realize the powers I posess. Then, and only then will you know true pain, and when the darkness touches you...you will shudder and wish you had never tried to imitate the darkness....."

[He throws his head back and laughs evilly, the loudness peirces the black night and rings around the empty roof errily.]

"Just like the lights of this city. They try valiantly to become one with the darkness, but it never can be. The darkness isn't something you just become, the darkness becomes you. Death from Above is like the lights, trying and trying to be the darker part of life but you never can, and soon, one day the darkness shall finally come to you...and it shall destroy you. All from Death from Above shall be destroyed, one by one or all en masse but either way, none shall escape my grip. Prepare yourselves....."

[He laughs as he looks down to the alley where the bum sits on the milk crate. The Unforgiven chuckles some more and dives off the building. His trench coat flaps in the wind as he goes down. The camera rushes to the side - and reaches is it within seconds but, there is no sign of the mysterious man. But, there is a laugh as another peice of paper floats upwards and hits the camera lens filling up the screen....it reads...}

Death from Above....

BEWARE THE UNFORGIVEN.....

[Fade to black......slowly........]