--The scene opens as the day has turned into night, and the scene takes place in a dark secluded country area. As a dark figure steps out from the underbrush. The camera focuses in on the siloquet, however the man seems to not even notice he is being watched, as he stares off into somewhere. The camera turns to notice what he stares at, as he turns he sees a sign, and glances back, zooming in "Shady Hills- Insane Asylum" is read in big letters over the sign, as the cameras light casts over past the sign. The camera noticing debris laying scattered upon this countryside, mostly burnt, and ashes. Suddenly the camera jerks away, and notices that the siloquet is kneeling down next to the wreckage. The man takes a handful of ashes and watches it run through his fingers. The camera moves in slowly, noticing that this man is Dark Angel. The man lets the last grain of ash run through his fingers, and whipes his hands clean of the dirty, gray ashes, and buries his face into his hands. The camera catches a teardrop roll down Dark Angel's right cheek. With his hands still clasped over his disfigured head, he mumbles a few short words, misunderstoodbut they can not be heard on camera. Angel then pulls his hands away from his face, and boosts himself up. He then begins walking towards the entrance sign--

-Dark Angel- Shady Hills...pause biggest mistake of my life. Who was to know? Who was to know? shakes his head in shame Who knew the fire alarms were not up to par? Who knew the building would erupt in flames, killing 145 members, including someone quite dear to me? While I was able to get away, as the guard tried to help Andrew, he collapsed, knocking him unconscious, I heard Andrew scream my name, yelling for me to go, but I would not listen, as I stayed and watched the roof collapse on my childhood friend, killing him, as I run for the exit, a back draft bursts into my face, scorching my whole body, leaving 3rd degree burns nearly all over my body. Leaving the physical scars that I will see everytime I look into the mirror. The face that leaves emotional scars everytime I run my fingers across my cheeks, and forehead, I remember Andrews screams. He pleads for help, but I could do nothing, but watch as the beams fell upon his weak body.

--Dark Angel runs his fingers down his face, starting at his forehead, and going to his cheeks, then tears begin to flow freely, as he touches the sign, and gets up pacing back and forth in an angered motion--

-Dark Angel- It sickens me to think that I could have done something... I could have... God damn it I could have f*cking helped him, I could have f*cking helped him... as he screams the repeat of what he just said, he begins to sob some more Andrew... it could have been different... clears his throat you could be standing here with me right now... for a minute of my time, I could have saved you... you told me to go... you told me to f*cking go...

Micheal Mercer, I watched my friend suffer, being scorched, burned, and crushed by a inflamed beam. You shall watch your life long friend die in front of your eyes too. I shall choke him, grip his throat tightly and watch his eyes roll to the back of his head. While I kackle, and squeeze harder and harder, until he submits. pauses Submits his life. I shall pummle you 2 unenergetic souls in the middle of the ring, hearing your screams echo from the corner, as I hang upon Slayer like a rabid wolverine, slashing at his flesh, slicing, tearing, and knawing... Until bloodshed, turns to bloodbath.. getting more and more serious Mercer, you can yell, scream and plea for your friends life, but Slayer shall suffer at the hands of me... the sickness.

As Slayers eyes roll back, into his lifeless head, and I drop him to the matt hearing the god aweful thud, I turn to you Mercer, and flash you the grin. Calling your name, as you step into the ring you are met with my talons of fingers, squeezing your larynx, as you try to scream your submission nothing but lifeless, breathless gasps of air leaving the lungs come from your mouth. As I look deep into your eyes, you realize that you have fallen victim to the compuslive masterpiece. As I let off you, and grip my 2xtreme belts, unvieling my partner...

Then and only then you realize this alliance is blood. More than a job, more than a god damn era, this is family. As I hold one belt in hand, and my partners mask in hand, you realise that there is truthfully no way out. You then realise that your era is childs play compared to this dynasty. Dynasty of hard killers, ready to inflict pain on the innocent, the ones who thought they might break up the family. Notice then that you can play the game, but youre battling for 2nd place

Fear the pain, the chilling sound of bones breaking, fear the sickness that is the "Compulsive Masterpiece" that is Dark Angel....




I rip your skull from the frame,
You then realize its not a f*cking game,
A dead body is what I shall make,
Your pathetic souls are what I shall take,
Slayer, Mercer welcome to hell,
Listen, wait hear the toll of the bell,
7 shots to the gong, and your demise shall come,
Leave you bloody, in pain, and numb,
7 for the deadly sins you did comit,
With the last breath you both shall submit,
I shall finally show the family why,
Slayer, Mercer, prophecy 2, you both shall die!

--Dark Angel begins to walk through the black ground, as the camera shuts off--

--Scene Fades--