Time with the Lost Ones

[The camera comes to life in a fog covered classic New Orleans Cemetery. Chris Sanders leads his camera crew through the assorted mausoleums through the fog a figure can be seen.]

Sanders: I think that's him.
Camera Guy: Why does he pick these creepy ass locations?

[They move towards the figure when a voice from their right causes them to start and turn.]

Voice: I wouldn't approach that one if I were you.

[The camera swings to the right, and there through the mist comes The Lost Soul.]

Soul: There are many who wander this place that wish only peace. That is why I came here.

[The camera quickly swings back left but the figure disappears around one of the monuments. The camera comes back to Chris and Soul.]

Sanders: I don't mean to rush you but this is a bit...

[Soul's eyes narrow.]

Soul: Creepy? You can say it Chris, this isn't everyone's idea of fun, but I enjoy spending time with the wanderers. 

Sanders: Yes it is creepy.

Soul: You might say it's almost as creepy as Nick Mason. I just don't understand guys like him. Two matches in, gets thrown on a Pay Per View and he's hyping his undefeated streak. 

[Soul Shakes his head.]

Soul: It's sad really. This kid builds himself up only to get knocked down. His win streak ends at Aftershock, either TA puts him down, or I get the pleasure of it. 

Sanders: He is quite confident of his skills.

Soul: You know what else bothers me? I issued a triple A challenge when I won this belt and NO ONE accepted. Then management throws these three jokers at me. 

Sanders: They've all shown something.

Soul: Yes, their ignorance in going up against me. Mason, part of me hopes you do manage to pin TA, if for no other reason than I'll get to give you your first loss. And don't worry, even if you don't make it through TA, I'll give you a Triple A shot... someday.

[Soul chuckles. Sanders and the camera man shiver.]

Soul: They don't like laughter here. This is a place of calm, I would do well to remember that.

[Soul leads the crew towards the entrance.]

Soul: You know, I've been focusing on the Triple A title the last few days and haven't heard a word from the burnt match. Other than these young guys claiming they're going to soften me up for Blaze. 

[They reach the gate and are met by a small child who appears out of the mist. Soul drops to one knee and speaks softly for a moment' before the child runs off into the mist, laughing loudly.
Soul rises.]

Soul: Guess not all of them dislike laughter. 

[As they exit the cemetery the fog begins to lift. Soul turns to face the camera.]

Soul: Blaze, Alexander, Mason, even The specialist. NO ONE is going to stop me from walking out of that arena with The Triple A Title and the IWA Heavyweight championship. That's no prediction from a fortune teller, that is a promise.

[FTB]