--The camera turns on, as it captures a man standing on the floor of an old modern style colliseum. The man is cloaked in black, and has a dark gray beard, and hair. The man glances around, almost acting as though he does not notice the camera, as the man walks away from the camera. The camera jostles as the man runs to try and keep up with him. The old man seems to know his way around the colliseum. As he walks up flight after flight of stairs, the camera follows bouncing awkwardly, as they reach the top flight of stairs, they step out onto a balcony, and another cloaked being with a large black crow perched on his left hand stands over-looking the scenic view of the colliseum. He turns around, it is Dark Angel, as he pets the crows underbelly, and then begins to smirk, as he glances back down at the large colliseum. Then chuckles under his breath, and begins to speak--

-Dark Angel- Standing here, over-looking this large, gravelly, pit. Where so many have died, and the survivors maimed beyond belief. Thoughts of torture, and pain come to my mind. grins When I think of the barbaric acts that have taken place in this very pit, it sends chills up my spine. The beating, and torturing of these innocent people makes me wish I had been there. I can only dream about getting one of you wrestlers into this pit, and whipping you with a mace, or beating you with a club, or throwing you to the leashed lions and watching you get mauled, as I stand back and kackle.

--Dark Angel turns from the balcony, and then begins to pace, as he clinches his fist, and pulls out a remote from under his cloak. He utters the words "Watch This" As a beaten Shane Adams is drug out into the middle of the colliseum, and a large, cloaked bald man begins to whip him with a mace, you can hear his bones cracking. The camera focuses in, as the screams of Shane Adams can be heard echoing through the empty colliseum. The man then throws the mace down and walks away. As the camera focuses in on Dark Angel he smirks, mischeviously, and then pushes the red button placed on the remote. Then a lion comes charging out, and proceeds to rip Shane Adams apart, as Adams goes for the mace, but the lion charges, and the camera turns away and focuses back on Dark Angel--

-Dark Angel- I am issuing a challenge to Barrows, for a colliseum match. Exactly what you have seen here, nobody dies, but I can promise you wont be uninjured. Barrows, I will not hesitate to rip you limb from f*cking limb. Leaving you a bloody heap in this gravel. That is if you are Xtreme enough to accept.

When I stepped in here, my beginning promise was that I would eliminate the EoV. I started with causing them to lose the 2Xtreme titles, and I am going to cut them down to a 2 man crew, as I eliminate Barrows. Dont fear the leashed lions in the pit, fear the unleashed wolf, that is I. I shall hunt you down, and rip at every part of your body. You can pass out, and wish you were in a better place, but as your breaths become more shallow, and your blood poors from every angle, and I grip your throat, and squeeze that last shallow breath from your tiny lungs, you then might understand that my prophecies were true.

I do not joke around, I am serious as can be. There shall be bloodshed, and it shall not be mine. I want to feel the red, thick blood of yours running down my fist, as I beat you unrecognizably. Showing you, that there is a new sherriff in town. Letting you know that I have come to over throw your era with my Dynasty. My Dynasty, my Dominion, Darkness... I shall not give up. You shall be left unforgiven... The moves that you have made, the things that you have said can not be taken back now, for I am going to leave you wishing, hoping, and praying that you had never crossed the Demented Masterpeice known as Dark Angel...




Hawk on its prey,
Live your life day by day,
Wish for my failure, but expect your defeat,
Understand the EoV has just been beat,
What kind of monster am I, I would kill my own mother,
Count your breaths, one after the other,
Knowing that your last is getting sooner, then you shall die,
Underneath my feet is where you shall lie,
Pray to god to save you,
But it will never come true,
For your future is gone, all you have is the past,
Think about this breath, and how your next could be your last....

--The lights of the colliseum begin to flicker, as the crow flies off, and the lights go out, as voices are heard, and then music begins to play--

--Scene Fades--










Warning::: No lions were hurt in the killing of Shane Adams... However it can not be said the same for Shane Adams... R.I.P...

Mace-Spiked ball, on the end of a chain