--The scene opens as the camera turns on, surrounded by pure darkness, as the light flickers on, and the taping begins. Looking back and forth, all that is scene is rock, as the scene is taking place in a dark abandoned cave. Torches aligned alongside the walls, a torch for every 10 feet, the torches then light, as the path is lit, but a dim lit, as a man is leading the way, he is an older man with a dark gray beard, and a gray, wrinkled face. The man walks silently, as they then reach a larger portion of the caves. Druids align the cave, as there is a large thrown, and a man cloaked in black is seated there, gripping his left fist, with none of his face shown, but a sinister snear. As he then begins to laugh, louder, and louder, as the chuckle then turns into an all out laugh. He lets go of his hand, and motions for the camera to come closer, as it does, he unhoods himself, and shows is sick, and tortured face, then speaks--
-Dark Angel- An army of many, the thoughts of one. I let my presence be known, I told you all that I shall gain your hate, all of yours, but none of you listened. I am not a man to repeat myself, you all sickened me with your arragance. The past few days thoughts crossed my mind... thoughts of what would I do with you if I were to catch you. How would I effect your lives? As a child I usedto pluck the wings off flies, and watch them flutter around, trying to move, yet all they could do is run defenselessly from me, the maniacal, derranged, masterpiece that I am. You are all the same way, Era of Violence? Era's last for a few years, but I am here to form a Dynasty.
--Dark Angel stands up, and begins to pace slowly back and forth. Thinking so hard that you can nearly see the gears turning inside his twiztid head. The look on his face is so demented it almost makes your stomach churn. As he begins to speak while pacing--
-Dark Angel- I was once told by a wise man, in order to prove your worthiness you must go for the strongest breed. In order to obtain your notoriouty you must be the last survivor, the man ruling the kingdom with an iron fist. Barrows, Slayer, Enforcer, Mercer I am that man. Now you know you must answer to me, shall you avenge your misfortune at Xtreme by coming after me, or shall you forget about it, and realize that nothing in this world is as powerful as I? A question I really need no answer to! The one man worth my time is Enforcer, and the only reason I am willing to pay him the minor amount of time is because he has one thing I am after, the Xtreme Champion belt.
Enforcer, you have earned that belt. However, you have not earned it against me. I am willing to run the gauntlet against the tag team of Slayer and Mercer, in order to gain the chance at fighting you, for that Xtreme Title. Whether you accept the challenge or not, you lose. I have allready impacted your life, and I shall impact it, every match you have, until you grant me that title. You wanted a battle, youve got a war. I have a take no prisoners mentality, and I shall punish you, and your 3 friends, endlessly. Even after I take that title from your dead hands, as I prefer, I shall still stalk you and your friends.
1 after 1, you shall watch each other drop like flies, you have yet to see the truth that lies in the story. 24 hours to answer, otherwise 1 victim shall pay. Enforcer, Slayer, Mercer, Barrows... sleep with 1 eye open, for there is no light at the end of the tunnel, just the firey depths of hell, waiting to conquer your soul!
You did not answer the call,
Now I shall punish you all,
You have seen nothing yet,
Much worse it shall get,
Fear in your eyes tell the tail,
My mission will never fail,
Blood dripping from my hands,
You could not reach my demands,
Falling farther into a black hole,
Defeat the Era my only goal,
I shall give you a brush with death,
Watching, Grinning its your last breath....
--The scene ends with Dark Angel slitting both his wrists, and letting the blood drip to the ground, as he stares at the camera with a sinister, blank look on his face. The screen flickers, and then goes black--