::: Impact is shown walking down the block towards his home. He walks to his front door and looks inside of his mailbox. Impact looks in his mailbox and sees a letter from the Extreme Measures Federation headquarters. Impact takes the letter inside and begins to read it. After he reads it he lets out a light laugh and sits down on his couch. All of a sudden the Van Man comes running down the hall dressed in a life size condom. Impact gets up as Van Man trips and slides across the floor into the wall. Van Man begins to speak :::

VAN MAN: What did the letter say? WOOOOOO! (Not to be confused with Ric Flair's Woo) What did the letter say?

IMPACT: First off, why the hell are you dressed in a huge as condom? I'm sure I don't want the answer to that. But the letter said I have a match, a tag match. With Freddy Krueger. Against these two new guys, Mordecai and Prophecy. It says it is a one time thing, after I beat these chumps, Biohazard comes back and takes the spot in the tag tournament. And then it got me thinking. Biohazard is going to have nothing to worry about. Because as he sits at home recovering, me and his partner Freddy are going to mop the floor with these guys. I've never teamed with Freddy, hell, I don't even know if I can trust him. But that isn't an option, I have been asked by Extreme Measures Federation officials to cover this match, and cover it I shall. Mordecai is the one whose going to have to worry. While he is sitting at home, preparing for the battle royal, he should be more concerned with what lies before it. With me in the ring, he may not even make it to the battle royal, alive that is. See Mordecai plays a different kinda game here. He's a messenger. And I'm going to give him a message to be delivered. Better yet, I'll show him that message at the Pay Per View. I'll show him that I am not one to be taken for granted. I am not going to be some clean sleet that hes going to walk all over, I am going to put him through hell and then take him back to reality. And what makes this so real is because he will feel every punch, every kick, and every drop of blood that drips from his head onto the canvas. Mordecai, you are a messenger of God you say? Well let me tell you something about God. He can't help you this weekend Mordecai. He can only watch in disgust as his messenger, his savior of the ring, gets nailed to a cross and crucified in cold blood. Mordecai, that cold blood is the blood that runs through my veins. And I will be your brothers keeper. Mordecai, tonight I make a covenant. A covenant which will be shed for you so that pain shall be temporary. Mordecai, an unstoppable force? Don't make me laugh. You are nothing but a man hiding behind his faith. It is your God that is going to help you win. Give me a break, not even God can stop me this Sunday. Nobody can. Not you, or even your partner Prophecy. Mordecai, you say that if Prophecy loses the match, this will not stop you from dominating? Prophecy is partner. Whatever he does, affects your well being in this match. And that means that both of you will be burned to the point where you will become unrecognizable. Mordecai, there is even a guarantee that you won't be able to go on into the battle royal. But with "God's Power" you will succeed apparently. Let's take a look at Paul London. A man who has barely any experience. Now lets look at me Mordecai. A man who has never been defeated with the exception of the match with Jarred, another legend here in the Extreme Measures Federation. I am teaming with a man who I know nothing about. Freddy Krueger, the partner of Bioharzard, another man who I barely know anything about. But one thing I do know is that I don't need is teamwork to take out the two of you. Mordecai, you will never strike fear into my heart. I have been through alot here in the Extreme Measures Federation and I know that you will be just another wrestler. What it seems like is that you are overlooking me here. And it is when you overlook, that you stop seeing. Well open your eyes, because the train moving fast and your stop is this Sunday. And his Born-Again Bend Over Buddy, Prophecy. The master of the mind, the man who can peer into the future. Well open your eyes to the millions of lies that Mordecai may tell you. Because while you are out having visions Mrs. Raven Baxter, I will be beating the ever loving shit out of your dear friend and companion. Prophecy, look far into the future and you will see a hand will be raised. A hand about the same length as mine, a man looking just like me, will be standing over the remains of you two. Prophecy, I may not have the advantage team wise here, but I have the experience to defeat both of you guys six ways till Sunday. And on my seventh day, I shall rest. Because I will have come, I will have saw, and I will have conquered. That is not something to forget Prophecy.  And the type of match does nothing but add more wood to the fire. No pun intended. I am talking about an inferno match. This is the type of match where no one is safe. Two men will be burned, two men will be disfigured and scared for life to come. Sadly enough those two men will have to be Mordecai and Prophecy. Because there is no way in hell that I am losing this fight. I put my body on the line, but an inferno match is not just dangerous but it is deadly. No inferno match can hold me down. Hell, no Extreme Measures Federation superstar can hold me down. You two losers may have the commissioner on your side. You may have each other, you may have God, and hell you may have the whole world on your side. But I don't need anyone to beat you guys. I stand alone when it comes to situations like this. I can take on anyone here in the Extreme Measures Federation. But Mordecai and Prophecy are going to have to live through the suffering before they receive the peace.  Prophecy, your little neckbreaker will do little to no damage on a tough guy like me. I've broken my neck before, I know what it is like to live through maneuvers like yours. It may not be the easiest thing, but I can back up the fact that I have made it this far. And if you think a little Crucifix Powerbomb and a Neckbreaker are going to take me down, then you have another thing coming to you. Because as far as I see it, nothing can stop an Impact from its Collision Course. And that destination is in the squared circle, this Sunday at Dark Horizon. Do you two really think you can put fear into my heart by beating one of the boys backstage? No way. It isn't until you tear me limb from limb that I will know not to cross your path. And Mordecai, Prophecy you guys are inviting me wide into your garden here. Your tempting me to bite the apple, and bring about sin. Well this Sunday I will enter your match, and I will give both of you the Impact Icer, but it will not be sin that is brought, it will have been a sacrifice. One of you will be sacrificed to your very own God. And I will do the bidding. So pray on. Pray to God, Pray to Jesus. Pray to the Pope, and to the Priests, and to the Nuns and to the statues that you zealots idolize, because nothing will help you in this match. The only thing you can bring is your hope and your bodies. And I intend to crush both of them this Sunday. There is no escape from treachery, and you two will experience that first hand.

::: Impact stops talking and cracks his neck. He sits down, goes into his drawer and pulls out his bible. Impact begins to read as the Van Man tries to crawl out of the human sized condom. The camera fades black :::