The scene opens to an extravagantly large castle on a cliff somewhere in Europe. It seems as if a rather large gathering has already begun inside. The only thing that really seemed bedazzling was the dark yet still beautiful yellow reflection of the full moon off of the small pond just in front of the castle. All sorts of cars pulled up. It went from Cadillac�s and Lincoln�s to Rolls Royce�s and limousines. The color did not vary much though. Black and red, that�s it every now and then you might get a different shade. Everyone who left the vehicles always seemed to be wearing a cloak, cape, or something very similar. Almost in a trance, like instantaneously, everyone had to look at the old abandoned church. It wasn�t that it was amazingly gorgeous or anything like that. It was that a piece of them lay in that churchyard. It was a part of their heritage and somehow they knew it. The family cemetery of the owner of the castle lay in that churchyard. All of the guest seemed in a bereaved state of mind upon entering the gloomy, old castle. Near the bridge over the moat stood a man in an overcoat with long, black hair and dress-type black pants. His body was there but it was apparent that his mind was elsewhere. He was floating back and forth as if he were waiting for someone. His hair flying with the wind gave him a grandiose yet dangerous look. His white eyes gave a look of power and wisdom. Darkness seemed to float like a cloudstorm over that castle. This was the type of castle that you expected someone like Edgar Allan Poe, Vincent Price and or Anne Rice to be associated with. For this was the castle that Dracula inherited upon his fathers death. This was the same castle that Dracula gained the nickname �impaler�. Its gothic architecture did not help the matter any. No one knows how old it is exactly. But, it is known to be older than Dracula.
As a limousine arrived a sign of �finally� crossed the face of the man in the shadows. The driver parked the limousine on the left side of the castle near the cliff. Then he slowly walks out, closes his door, walks around to the other side and opens the door. Out walks the mysterious individual who has been around Sickle so many times lately. The mysterious figure motions the driver away with his hand and as the driver is headed to his door the mysterious figure slips him a tip. Now that he is in a better light the man from the shadows can clearly be identified as Sickle.
Sickle was interrupted when a huge black monster truck pulled up. As the doors opened, out walk the biggest living giants, Psycho Klown and Dagger. The two walked over to Draven and Sickle.
Dagger: Sorry about the timing guys the authorities here don�t take too well to us for some reason.
mysterious figure: ha gee I wonder why. Come on we got work to do.
As they were walking towards the castle Kuenho tapped Sickle on the shoulder.
Dagger: Will there be anything to drink?
:ha�..Plenty. Plenty my big friend.
As they walked through the castle the people seemed to move aside for Sickle and the mysterious figure in a servant to king manner. When the other two came by they moved aside out of sheer fright. Sickle noticed none of this of course. Instead he was fascinated by the castle. The castle seemed to have a spell over him just like the church had on the guests. He noticed the arches of the mini-halls. Oh, the arches of the mini-halls were high enough to give it that dark, mysterious look yet low enough to keep it from looking snobbish. The ceiling was actually a very appealing sight to the vampiric eye. A mortal could never understand how the unending abyssness of the ceiling could enchant the vampire every time yet it did. All of the windows in the hall had been converted into mosaics of great beauty a long age ago. Tall candles stood on their holders of gold. The scent it gave out was almost as good to the nose as a steak was to a starving man�s tongue. The unlit torches and the mourning stars that hung on the wall gave it all a more medieval feel. The magenta carpets really gave the final touch to the whole thing.
As the four got near the stairs the lights dimmed and someone started playing Mindfields by Prodigy. The mysterious figure and Sickle let the other two go first. After those two had made it up the stairs in remarkable timing the mysterious figure and Sickle calmly floated up the stairs. Once they reached the top Kuenhor and Klown helped Sickle put on a minimike.
: A new era is on its way. An age that was here in our grasp and then was robbed from us
Everyone gave a moment of silence
: Well we have stood by long enough. For years we have ignored the crowds that holler �freak� . NO MORE! For hundreds of years have we turned the other cheek to the ignorant. For years we have tried to help them understand�NO MORE! We are NOT ANIMALS. We do what we do to survive. We do not do it for some kicks and giggles. We are said to be unruly. Yet I don�t have to tell people to park in a certain spot. We are said to be unpredictable. You show me a man who is predictable and I will show you a man who is bored. We are said to be inhumane, and uncivilized. Well we had women rights covered years ago and we can count. We are said to be grotesque. Folks I think I speak for everyone when I say that would make us normal not abnormal. Some have said that we are nefarious or very evil. Damn if we are evil what the hell was Hitler, Sudam, Castro, and those screwlooses in Colorado. Blacksmith and jewelers work and slave making amulets to protect against us. Some old guy in Montana is probably writing yet another book on how to kill a vampire and the closest he�s ever come to one is Dracula dead and loving it on a TBS special. I say it is way past time that we deny them the right to treat us so unjustly. How does their �system� work? The only ones to really hit it big are the lyers and hypocrites. In our society it is the ones with the most will power. Will power is what made us. SO what if Dracula like his work, it made him that much better at it. SO what if he was an extremist. He still got his point across and the crime rate dropped fast. Maybe if we went back to that way the world would be full of less crime. Which is worse though people who take some blood to survive or spilling trillions of people�s for country morale?
people: country morale
: As great as we are without our phenomenal strength, extremely long life, romantic charm, astonishing wisdom and the capability of flight we still do not get cocky and snobbish. Even though most of us in here are considered rich we still do not get cocky and snobbish. We just like mortals have seen the hard times. The hardest for me was the huntings. Most for whom were already dead mortals. But, as everyone here knows ignorance is the best blinder. Ignorance is the greatest destroyer of all time. Now I have an anonymous poem I would like to read to everyone here tonight. If found this poem in the Vampire Information Magazine. Well here goes�.
The war has been declared. The mines are set, the tanks are ready, and the soldiers are waiting. Will you back down like the cowards we know you to be or will you do a suicidal thing and accept? Who knows?
The four slowly walk down the hall to the study.
Dagger: Hey Sickle do you want us to do the locker room in.
: No to small�.No wait do it and their cars. Hey everybody change of plans to your vehicles. We will meet at the arena in London.
Everyone accept the mysterious figure rushed to their vehicles. Bad Blood�s vehicle was the first one to go.
Just as they left two guys claiming to be the Brimstone Riders came to the door to find them. Some guy told them to a tea where to find them.
After three hours of driving they reached the arena. After they had all finally found a parking spot they went to head in. A file of WPW security came out
Security guard: Sorry but the only one of you needed is well uh none.
Sickle and Bad Blood rushed the guards. Bad Blood got most of them. Piledriver here, powerbomb there, whoops is it a plane, a bird, no it�s a security guard. Bad Blood lifted up a few of them for Sickle to drink their blood.
: Okay boys count �em
Dagger and Klown took a moment
Psycho Klown: forty-two
: Okay you boys get the locker room, I have the cars, I�ll meet you two by the entrance when done
Dagger: aight see ya�ll
Dagger and Psycho Klown wasted no time. First they pulled off pieces of wallpaper and then lit them. They would wait until it stopped burning and then do it again, When that part was done they picked up anything hard and breakable and threw with all their might at the wall. Then as Dagger was covering clothes with carousine and sticks of dynamite Klown put c-4 in the toilets and lockers. Dagger threw a match on the clothes before they ran out and then he threw four grenades in.
Sickle had wasted no time either. He totaled every car of the Foundation and Jamie Steven�s as well. But, first he took the radios out. One vehicle was stuffed with as much c-4 and dynamite that he could fit in it and then shot it for ignition, another vehicle was ran over and blown up.
All the lights go off and then a video comes on the titantron. First there is clips of multiple individuals in black hooded robes around a circle of candles, then there faces show: First Sickle, then Draven, then Infected, then Venom, and then Chaos. Then a clip of a gothic female comes on the screen. The female has no clothes on. She has tattoos everywhere except for on her chest, which is showing clearly. Then the faces and the girl started to flicker back and forth and then some of the faces started to disappear and as the face would disappear the name of that face would come next to the clip of the girl. Finally at the last face it went all black and then came back on. There was a clip of the girl with the words �Embrace the darkness� to her left shoulder, COD in big white letters below that, Clan of Darkness in small white letters below that and names in the top and bottom corners.
Then there was a huge explosion as Cold by Static-X started playing over the p.a. system, with the banner still on the titantron and out walks Sickle, Dagger, and Pyscho Klown.
Josh: What the hell? I think that they have finally lost it
J-Dogg: Perhaps or maybe they are trying to make a point.
Rocky: Shhh. Sickle is about to speak.
Sickle put one foot on the second rope from the bottom and leans forward.
: Normally I would not have gone this far but I am kind of a temperamental lately. Get it through your heads that we will be the power here at WPW not you losers. Now Jaguar I do have a good amount of respect for you but come Crisis neither you nor my fellow C.O.D. member is going to stop me from climbing out of that cage. I will bloody both of your faces. I will choke both of you with the barbedwire on the ropes. I will beat you until you feel like you are a paraplegic. As I climb over that tall cage to win in the Hells Battlefield match you two will be laying in your own pile of blood as it continuously flows from your body. You see boys the name of this match is Hells Battlefield and I KNOW hell. It really is not that bad. The people there are some regular pansies and the leader is a complete idiot but other than that it is better than a tanning bed. Hell is a place that I know better than any other. Hell is that of the mind, and my mind is a battlefield of constant struggle. I have been through more matches than I really care to remember, so I am not going to be one of those to babble on and on of how I could beat you and why I should beat you. Now Jag and Infected I already have an idea of what at least one of you two are going to say in your next promo. You are going to say that I am a poser, a fake, another guy with a gimmick, and that I only joined E.H. to get spotlight and when I didn�t get the spotlight I left. You are probably going to say that I don�t know shit about Hell and that I am one demented individual and out of al of those things there will only be one that is right and that is that I AM demented, I never planned on staying in E.H., I don�t give a shit about spotlight, and you can think whatever you want when it comes to me and Hell. Now Infected I realize you are a member of C.O.D. and that was a very smart choice for you but I told you from day one when I recruited you that we may very well be fighting each other. I told you that just because you are a member of C.O.D. does not mean that we will not fight. Now Infected you are a highly talented sports entertainer and an individual who is true to his nature but when you enter that cage you understand that you have just entered my domain. You have just become a road block for me and everything I am trying to accomplish and NOBODY will get in my way. I will get over the top of that rope. You two WILL bleed, and there will be NO mercy. Now Jaguar and Infected remember this I am the shadow on the moon at night filling your dreams to the brim with fright. Now onto the matter of the Foundation Bad Blood two off of the top please.
Bad Blood go out of the ring and then picked up two guys wearing a Foundation shirt. They tossed them over their shoulders and climbed up the titantron. From their they chokeslammed them or actually grabbed their neck and threw back first. Then they climbed down. Once the two were back in the ring Poor Twisted Me by Metallica came over the p.a. and at the same time the lights died out. A voice was then heard over the p.a.
�Archangel is here to protect the innocent and destroy evil�
Then the lights came back on. Where the two bodies once lay now lay a huge blue archangel symbol with a sword, shield, and dove inside.
The scene fades out with all four of them staring at the titantron. There is a filled body bag and the scene closes just as they show the name tag �Rutto�
