--The scene opens in a subway tunnel. The camera turns on, and begins to jostle, as the man holding it runs down the stairs, and Dan "Heywood" Jablowme is holding the mic in hand, as they pass through the scummy undergrounds of the subway, Jablowme begins to speak--

-Dan Jablowme- We have just recieved word that Dark Angel has been spotted walking down in this subway tunnel. We have yet to speak with him, about his loss this last week on Explosion.

--Dan quiets down, and then begins to walk and a fast steady pace, searching for Dark Angel, then see a man dressed in a black jacket with a hood over his head, and Dan puts his hand on the mans shoulder, as the man shrugs him off, and yells "Fuck You Man" Suddenly the lights begin to flicker, as a crow is seen walking on the ground of the tunnel. The lights completely shut out--

Moments Later

--The light turns back on, and Dark Angel is seen perched on a ledge with the crow in hand. Dark Angel glares at the camera, and then at Jablowme. Dan walks closer, and Dark Angel puts his hand out in a motion to tell Dan to stop. As Dan Jablowme stops right in his tracks, he motions for the camera to step closer. Dark Angel watches an old man walk by stuttering as he speaks to himself, and then shakes his head in disbelief. Angel then begins to speak with a voice of sarcasm--

-Dark Angel- Some people are just too intelligent for thier damn good. Look at these people (the camera glances back and forth at the dozens of people walking in the tunnel) Rocket Scientists the whole lot of em. Some people wander around, thinking that the world is full of goodness. That nothing can harm them, no matter what they do. Those are the idealists. Then you have some that are like me, counting the days till the apocalypse, that is I. I search around, in the world of the XWL and I find the world full of idealists, Brotherhood, Barrows, Slayer, Nero, and I find that these people seem to be causing me the most trouble.

Some of these f*cking fools run around believing that no matter the pain they inflict on me, or what they say to me, that I will stand their and take it... That is not how my life is lived. I know I am the last of the dying breed, the Realists, I am the one that shall not be taken. A man I once knew told me, "The only reason a man stops living is because he has lost his will to thrive"... Brotherhood, EoV, my will to thrive has just begun.

Explosion, (Dark Angel looks with a deep glare into the camera) was horrific. I was dealt a bad hand at the hands of the Brotherhood, then by Slayer. I shall start with La Magra. You seem to be the spokesman for the Brotherhood.

Now La Magra, you once were a Knight in my mind. Now you are a lowly pesent, that shall grovel at my feet. Beg me for forgiveness La Magra. Plead for your life, that shall bring a grin to my face. Truly La Magra, you once were a great soldier, but forget about that now. I have reserved you a spot at Arlington. Where I shall lay you, and your Brotherhood to rest. Consider yourself the unluckiest of all, for you shall be made an example of. You shall recieve a dishing of pain like no other. As I rip your still beating heart out, and throw it on the ground, leaving you lifeless in front of me, where I finish you with the Last Breath... sparing you nothing, giving me everything...

La Magra, will your "Brotherhood" hear your cries? Will they know that you are in trouble as I stomp you lifeless, beat you unrecognizably, and make you feel the pain that I have felt my whole life? (screaming) Will they f*cking hear you? No they wont, and if they do interfere with me, Ryba wont be the only one with dead family members... Brotherhood, you have heard my cries, now I must hear yours. Let me feel your hot, dripping blood run through my fingers, run down your cold dead body, and then you shall know that you won the battle, but I finished the war...

--As Dark Angel gets done screaming his last words, his face turns bright red, in the heat of anger, as Angel then looks around, almost searching for answers, but finds none. As he then has an almost relaxed look on his face--

-Dark Angel- Slayer, you have gone barking up the wrong f*cking tree. (laughs) Honestly, do you think you could take me in a match, a brawl, or any sort of phsyical confrontation? You could not, you can not, and you damn sure will not. Honestly, small time wrestlers never make it to the big time. Era of Violence, has been nothing but a tiny thorn in my side since I have begun my career in the XWL. If you want to own up to the interferance, and attack you had on me, name it, and Ill be there.

Barrows, you might have won the fight, but there will be more to come. As the hate inside is so strong, I shall leave you wishing, hoping, and praying that you could have your career back, as you roll your crippled ass down the sidewalk in a fucking wheelchair. You shall think of me, and that Final Burial, leaving you unable to walk again. Think of these words before you open up again, then maybe you might live.

Once again... Fear the Death, the Pain, the Sickness, but most of all, Fear the Compulsive Masterpiece capable of this horror, Dark Angel...




Brotherhood shall fall,
Wolves here my call,
La Magra shall bleed,
With him the pack I shall feed,
Beating you, rendering you from walking,
Your life, your career I am stalking,
Go ahead and fear,
As your demize draws near,
As I sit here on this very stoop,
I think about killing your brotherly group,
Hearing them scream and yell,
You caused me pain, now Burn in Hell!

--Dark Angel gets up and walks away--

--Scene Fades--