Prolog: Meet the Reaper

{Scene Start: The screen lights up to show a familiar face to those who watch Pro Wrestling Nova as none other than the "Gawd Damned Man" himself...that "Rated R Reaper", Alex Slayer is standing in front of the entrance to the offices of PWN in Japan-dressed in a black button down shirt over a plain white shirt and black jeans, his signature smile on his face as he holds up a blue packet}



Alex:
Hello world. Sometimes bad news comes heaped upon the wind and in this case, this might be bad news or it might be good news. But right here in my hand is my new contract...to join the ranks of Project Honor.

{Alex's smile gets even bigger}

Alex:
That's right, I took a long look around the world and have set my gaze upon Project Honor to see if something there can sate my hunger. But this time I've decided to try something...a little bit different.

You see, I had a thought. And that thought was maybe, just maybe I could do with a little bit of guidance. But the problem became who could I trust to stand in my corner and not do something stupid like throw the towel in for me when I could win the match or knows *exactly* what I need to do.

I could've asked any angel...but instead...

{Alex lowers the packet and turns his head to the right as a man steps into frame wearing blue jeans and a gray button down shirt with a faint smirk on his face}



Devon:
He went with the devil he knew. That's right, the "Black King" no longer...I'm the ultimate devil's advocate and you can be damned sure that I've got this man's back covered because he knows that it's time for something a little new in the world that is Project Honor.

Alex:
Just remember, ladies and gentlemen, that when you live by the blade...you die by the blade.

Devon:
Be seeing you all very soon.

{Fade to black}