[We open in what could only be described as a dungeon, as we hear tortured men being whipped in the background and see men tied to crosses as Reverend Blackheart casually strolls into frame.] 

Reverend Blackheart: “Welcome to the home of the crusadahs.  Forever locked in a battle against the sinnahs of this world.” 

[Blackheart’s voice low and gravely, a freshly mixed slurry of threat and strength.] 

Reverend Blackheart: “Here we launch a battle for the lawd and his way of life.  Uncorrupted and immutable.  We carve a path forward, while we win hearts and minds.” 

[There’s a crack of a whip followed by a man screaming horrifically in pain as Blackheart smirks.] 

Reverend Blackheart: “Here you can bring me a sinnah and I’ll break them down, and they’ll find their way to the light, the path of the straight and narrow.  It doesn’t matter who you are or what you do when you’re lashed to a cross; your tune will change… eventually.  You’ll either sing my hymns, or you’ll wind up playin’ a harp-ah!  One way or another, you’ll have the fear of Gawd instilled into your very bein’!  When that fear takes hold, you’re not a threat to our Gawd’s way, and the crusade will continue even if we haffta march through Mars himself.” 

[The Good Reverend chuckles lightly to himself as the torture continues in the background.] 

Reverend Blackheart: “Psalms 144 verse 1 – “Praise be to the LAWD my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.”  He leads me to turn my enemies to the path of the righteous.  That’s the thing that Mars doesn’t get.  It’s the human cost of war. I’d rather win my enemies over to my side, because the more we take down off these crosses, the more that march in light-ah of his grace.” 

[Your Brother in Violence voice begins to shake as his volume grows.] 

Reverend Blackheart: “Because that’s how you win wars, you make your enemies your allies, and you burn those who refuse to march to the beat of your drum.  I put the fear of GAWD into everyone that crosses my path, and I dispose ‘em that need disposing of, minister to those who’re willing to listen, or feed ‘em as need feedin’.”  

[Blackheart leans in, and you can almost smell the brimstone on his breath.] 

Reverend Blackheart: “So, this week I will walk into this war as the Holy Crusadah!  Because what you saw at Turbo Violence was just a taste, a small taste, a seed of the fear that I can sow, and it is this week that this fear will grow. Mars, I shall instill in you the fear or the Gawd within you as I walk into that ring, and just like all these Sinnahs lashed to these crosses, I will take from you.  I will walk away with that Hardcore Championship, and the fear of Gawd will be reaped upon all of OSW.” 

[Cut.]