Butch "The Cleaver" Cliver stepped into the spotlight from out of the empty darkness. How had he come to this place? He approached the two figures within the light, seeing clearly that it was Jim Black and Aaron St. Claire.
"Hey, what happened?" Butch asked.
"I don't know." Jim said, "One minute that little girl is trying to drown me and the next thing I know I'm walking in here."
"I can't see anything." St. Claire said, calling out, "Hello? Is there anyone here?!"
The three men looked around, a sudden bell ringing from out of nowhere. Jim Black swallowed nervously. "What was that?"
A little girl giggled somewhere behind them. They spun around, looking for the source of the noise.
"One, two…Ace is comin' for you!"
"I don't like this." Jim said.
"Man up, you pussy!" Butch said, looking into the darkness, "Get out here where I can see you!
"Three, Four…Lock your door."
As if she were right next to him, Butch heard a little girl whisper, "Are you scared?"
"What the hell is going on here!" St. Claire cried out.
The little girls chanted in unison, "He's he-e-ere!"
"GENTLEMAN!" The loud, booming voice cried out. "WELCOME TO ETERNITY!"
Jim Black, Aaron St. Claire, and Butch Cliverspun around at the owner of the voice. He stood behind them, clad in black, silky brown hair framing his strong face, intelligent, cunning, impervious eyes glaring at them. A cruel smile greeted them, hands on hips, showing himself off to them. Jim and Aaron took a step backwards, but Butch widened his eyes. "Ace?"
Ace Valentine laughed, stepping forward, "The one and only. You gents made a BIG mistake picking on my boy, Jack."
"Ace, what're you doing here?" Butch asked.
Ace smiled broader, "Let's just say I decided to do something with all the free time I've been given by my new boss. I've been…reassigned, you might say."
"To what?" Butch asked.
"To YOU!" Ace cried, raising his hands. As if on cue, lights flashed on, revealing a crowd of millions, wreathed in fire, surrounding a wrestling ring that the four of them stood in. The crowd's deafening road chanted his named "VAL-EN-TINE! VAL-EN-TINE! VAL-EN-TINE!
"What the hell is this?!" Aaron, Jim, and Butch all cried at once.
Ace laughed, bellowing in an unearthly voice, "WELCOME TO YOUR OWN PERSONA HELL! I HOPE YOU LIKE PAIN, BECAUSE FOR THE NEXT...OH, ETERNITY, I'M GOING TO BE DISHING IT OUT IN SPADES. MORE PAIN AND SUFFERING THAN YOU'LL EVER KNOW!"
Butch ground his teeth together and charged forward, his fist connected with Ace's face, but bounced off it like it was made of stone. Ace laughed and tossing a punch at Butch that drove them man all the way across the ring, his nose broken and in more pain than he had ever known. But there would be no relief from his pain. Not now, not ever.
Jim Black tried running away, but Ace grabbed him and drove his knee into Jim's back, sending the man into convulsing screams. Ace reached over and grabbed Aaron and picked him up, then brought him down in the Mountainside Massacre, pushing St. Claire's shoulder into the vicinity of his hip. But no matter what excruciating thing he did to them, their wounds always seemed ready for another terrible blow. No matter how they tried, they couldn't escape the ring or the cruel hands of Ace Valentine.
Ace laughed out loud, booming so loudly that it was all they could hear, "HAHAHA! IRONIC ISN'T IT? YOUR PERSONAL HELL IS MY PERSONAL HEAVEN! AND NOW AND FOREVER MORE, YOU THREE WILL SUFFER AT MY HANDS, UNDER THE CROWD THAT WILL ALWAYS EXALT ME AS THE LEGEND I AM! COME ON, BOYS! LET'S BRING ON THE PAIN!"
And so he did. Forever and ever, unto the end of time.
END VOLUME ONE.