[edgtf_dropcaps type=”normal” color=”” background_color=””]A[/edgtf_dropcaps] Lamb stands inside a pen, alone.
Many other Lambs once stood with him. The Butcher led those lambs one by one to their slaughter, removing them from the pen.
The strongest and fattest didn’t survive – they were the first to go.
The weakest gave an account of themselves, but they too ended up with The Butcher.
One by one, as each Lamb was led away to their eventual demise, the pen became lonelier and lonelier until just one remained.
That Lamb could feel lucky.
After all, it wasn’t slaughtered like the rest. It survived a night in which every single Lamb it knew was taken to be slaughtered. If that wasn’t fortune, then what would fortune look like?
But see, that’s not exactly true.
The Butcher had other plans for the surviving Lamb. It would be thrust into the spotlight of a public execution. It would be made to battle in heinous unrivalled circumstances for unattainable glory that no other Lamb had could ever receive.
It would walk a lonely path to a destination that saw it humiliated, beaten, and destroyed before the eyes of blood thirsty people who wanted nothing more than to see it fail.
It matters not that you did not survive alone, little Lamb; because in the cold light of what awaits you, whether you’re alone or not will be of little comfort.
Zeus has plans for you to headline Ring of Dreams for the OSW World Championship in a fight that has never been won before. A fight that has never happened before. You survived the slaughter, but your execution will be a much more public and unrelenting affair.
Because at Ring of Dreams, the eyes of Arcadia will be upon you, Dr. Death. Every person watching will be doing so with hope that you’ll start a list of casualties the likes of which has never been seen before. No-one wants the Lamb to survive Ring of Dreams, Dr. Death.
It’s not expected that you can.
Despite surviving the Lambs to the Slaughter, despite surviving eighteen other Lambs – your destination is one worse than they ever feared and the outcome the same.
Humiliation, with a dash of defeat for good measure.
And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
Dr. Death, your world became lonelier at Pandemonium. Despite your victory, all that awaits you is suffering in a more public form. All that awaits you is the end; an end you could’ve much sooner received at Lambs to the Slaughter.
But never fear the end, Doctor.
The end is where we meet.
And I will send you on your way.