as the show comes back from a commercial just after the opening segment, on the titantron a video begins to play. It starts once again in the strange empty arena inside the mountain retreat shown last week. And once again a familiar voice begins to speak.

"The Royal Rumble."

the camera moves closer to the ring.

"Inside this ring, 42 men must enter. And in this ring, a war must be waged. For in this ring, 42 men fight for the chance to main event the biggest show of all. They fight for the chance at becoming the WWFG Undisputed champion. And so it is inside this event that the cleansing of an impure federation must begin."

the camera begins to move around the empty arena.

"What you see before you is just a ring. To the mortal eye, that is all that's there. To those that have been between those ropes, it is a battleground. More than this, this is a place of controversy. Earlier this year, a virtual forgotten won the Royal rumble, and then gambled away his shot at infamy, losing his shot to one with a god complex."

the voice laughs.

"That god achieved his goal of becoming champion, a chance which he squandered. And has now learned his place in the hierarchy as another god has overthrown him and continues to reign. And it is his act of being unalbe to retain or regain his throne that has lead a plague to begin and fester in WWFG. This god managed to win the championship, and upon ascending that throne he has failed to retain the honor of the kingdom. His very ascension to the throne was the catalyst for sickness. His careless bragging have sent him into a string of losses, cultivating in a loss of his throne, his dignity, and shortly, his godhood."

the camera moves to the ring again, where flames spring up on the apron.

"Some cleanse with water. I cleanse with fire. Fire will rain down upon the Nuclear God, and in the end, he will discover his own mortality. But, this is not the end. The infection has spread throughout the kingdom and as such, there is only one course of action. All those that defile the kingdom must be purged, whether they fashion themselves as gods or not. And what better place to do so, than at the historic event that is the second 2011 Royal rumble."

the camera flickers and comes back, revealing the booted feat of a man and the bottom of a black trenchcoat with a silver pattern around the ends. The camera moves no further than that, and the voice begins to speak again.

"At this event, I will step into the ring with 41 other men. Some are cowards, some are men, some are warriors, and maybe a god or two. And none of these will stand between me and my task. Fire will rain down upon all those foolish enough to stand before me, and one by one, all will fall before me. One by one, each one will fly for just a brief time, before the ground outside of the ring rushes up to meet them. And when all is said and done, I will remain standing among the flames of ruin that I have ignited to cast out these men, and I will look forward to gracing the grandest stage of them all, where I will finish the twilight of the gods. So to the god of time, currently resting on the throne, I hope you remain on that throne. Remain so that the clash of dominant forces will happen on an appropriate stage. On this night, the night of the Royal Rumble, I want you to stand and watch first hand as the instrument of your destruction gives you the inevitable, undisputed signs of the downfall of this pantheon you created. The first sign will occur as one entity stands tall in the Royal Rumble of your design. The second will be the fall of the Nuclear God. And finally, the end of your reign upon the throne at the top of WWFG will seal your fate. At the end, you will be cast in the eternal prison of hell, and with your end, the kingdom will be cleansed of the darkness you spread. Welcome, to the Twilight of the Gods."

the flames spring up higher as the camera zooms out, hiding the figure from view before fading out