The rain beats down hard on the arena as Raw is in full swing. The thunder cracks an the lightning strikes illuminating the outside of the building. The fog is so thick you can barely see in front of you. As the wind picks up the fog parts revealing a tall sickly figure Walking towards the arena dragging behind him a long dark scythe shooting sparks as he walks. The being stops just shy of the side door before breathing deeply licking his as if he just smelt the most delicious food. The man looks up towards the building before flashing a toothy grin his eyes glowing bright orange. In a flash of lightning the man's gone the door to the venue now blowing in the wind and a long drag streak leading in. The door closes on the back of the door is a patchwork mask drawn on the door in what appears to be black ichor. In bold red letters lay an ominous message. Punishment for the wicked is nigh The ragman cometh!