“A shadow does not choose its path, it follows. A fleeting, hollow reflection cast by something greater. It grows long in the absence of light, pretends to conquer, but never creates. You are that shadow, Malakai Midnight. Nothing more than darkness masquerading as destiny.”

[The scene opens in the remnants of a battlefield, a broken church surrounded by the graves of the fallen. Reverend Ezekiel Graves stands amidst the ruins, his face illuminated by the glow of flickering torches. His Disciples, bloodied but unbroken, kneel in silent reverence.]

“You sent your Owls to tear apart what they could never understand. They came with violence in their hearts and steel in their hands, hoping to silence the truth. But chaos cannot bury faith. It cannot extinguish the light. All your darkness achieved, Malakai, was to fan the flames of righteousness.”

[Graves paces among the graves, his voice calm yet commanding, each word measured like a sentence handed down from Heaven itself.]

“You believe yourself a prophet of chaos, a messenger of darkness. But chaos does not guide; it devours. It gnaws at the edges of order, leaving nothing in its wake but emptiness. That is what you offer your flock: not salvation, not purpose, but oblivion. Your Night Owls do not follow you out of faith-they follow because they fear the void you drag behind you.”

[He stops at a broken altar, the NXT Championship gleaming in the firelight beside him. His gaze burns with unshakable conviction as he addresses the camera directly.]

“This title, this mission, this purpose it is not mine alone. It is the will of the Almighty, the weight of His judgment resting on my shoulders and you, Malakai, are a stain on Arcadia that must be purged. Your shadows are not eternal. They linger only as long as the light allows them to and I… I am that light.”

[Graves lifts the title high above his head, his voice rising with the fervor of a preacher delivering his ultimate sermon.]

“At Red Snow, there will be no more shadows for you to hide in. No more lies to shield your flock from the truth. Your darkness will shatter beneath the weight of divine judgment. Every sin you’ve nurtured, every soul you’ve led astray, will be laid bare before the Almighty.”

[He lowers the belt, stepping closer to the camera, his voice softening into a chilling whisper.]

“You sent your chaos to bury me. But I do not break. I do not bend. I RISE…At Red Snow, I will not just defeat you I will unmake you. The light will consume your shadows, and Arcadia will remember not the chaos you brought, but the judgment that silenced it.”

[The camera lingers on Graves as he extinguishes a torch with his hand, plunging the screen into darkness. The faint sound of the Disciples chanting echoes, rising like a hymn into the void.]