Hell. The Netherrealm of condemned souls. In the center of the infinite plains of torture was the city of Nekros. There was no strict regiment of torture that the inhabitants of the Netherrealm adhered to. One's very existence in the realm was torture enough. The blistering heat and the unsavory company of demons made the Netherrealm one of the most terrifying places in the multiverse. The only beings who thrived there were those who had not retained their earth bodies and had been reincarnated into something more. The members of the Brotherhood of Shadow were among this lot. However, there was one other who became a wraith.

Scorpion hated the Netherrealm. He took any opportunity he could to escape from the cursed place. The portal was closed, as it had been for a long time. That didn't mean Scorpion had anything to do. He had an entire clan of individuals who spent their days in fear of him. He spent his time hounding those who had wronged him. Beating, mutilating, and even destroying them. Scorpion would often watch in delight as those he had killed were sent right back to him. While they are killed in the physical sense, their soul is reborn shortly after their death in the netherrealm. It was great fun.

This had been going on for a long time. Nothing changed. Without any threat to the realms, the Netherrealm stayed completely sealed off from the other realms. Then, one day, without warning, Hell changed.

The arrivals began to include creatures never seen before. Small mushroom like beings who flattened when stepped on. Walking turtles and men on clouds with fishing rods. Scorpion knew something very weird was going on.

Things came to a head the day Hell started losing members and they didn't come back. Scorpion figured this was his chance to escape as well. He didn't figure there was anyone who would stand in his way. After all, while he hated the place, the Netherrealm gave him power. His power increased every day he stayed there.

Scorpion stalked a sorceror through the netherrealm until he found the portal the others were using. The naive sorceror raised his hands apart and chanted. This must be the one who was letting people go. The sorceror himself was about to go to Earthrealm. Scorpion had other plans for him.

The sorceror put one foot in the portal. He then felt a sharp pain in his back.

"COME HERE!"

The spear was deep in the sorceror's back. Scorpion had impeccable aim. There was no reason to kill the sorceror, so Scorpion had it hit in a mass of muscle rather than organs. Scorpion jerks the sorceror toward him and uppercuts the sorceror high into the air. Before the man hits the ground, Scorpion jumps through the rapidly closing portal.

Little did he know, Cannon City would be even stranger than the realm from which he came...