--The scene opens outside of a small rural hospital somewhere in New Jersey. Suddenly sirens are heard throughout the town, when an ambulance speeds into the parking lot, and screeches to a halt. As the drivers side and passanger doors swing open 2 EMT's step out and rush to the back of the ambulance. As they flip open the back doors, and slide a man out on a stretcher, they rush him inside, the man has blood staind all over his body, his forehead is brutally gashed open. As minutes pass the 2 EMT's come back out, and jump back into the ambulance and take off. The gravel clears and a siloquet is seen standing in the shadows, as he steps out he is accompanied by another man, cloaked, gripping something tightly in his hands, as the camera zooms in nothing can be seen. The taller man unhoods himself, and unveils it is The Dark Angel himself. He watches the ambulance pull off, and then flashes a sickening grin at the camera, then speaks--

-Dark Angel- Paramedics... *pauses* trying to save the brutally injured, the deathly ill. Some shall not be rescued*pauses* some shall live their last days in this sh*thole of a place. Living their last days in anticipation of their death. Knowing, believing, and understanding that the time is near. However they know that there is no way they can do anything about it. Sad really, the innocent must be punished for the others mistakes...

The real catcher is that some will worry what will happen while they are gone. Some actually think that this huge world spins around them. They are the ones who keep this world up? Hardly, those are the leeches of this society. The Enforcer's, Barrows', Hardy's, Blood God's, Styx's and most certainly the Slayer's... these folks hold this world down. They drain every last drop from this fine earth, and expect something in return? Not Quite! An ass kicking is what they shall recieve. Then they shall be in that Ambulance we just saw, wondering if they have breathed their last breath, spoke their last sentence, or even seen their last arena. Question not, for if you take that ambulance ride it shall be at the hands of me... First however, we must get down to some business

--Dark Angel steps to the side, and turns to the other individual as he slowly creeps forward. Silence, not even a breeze is felt through the flat land. As the man unhoods himself, he wears a long beard, and matching long gray hair. The man seems quite a bit older than Dark Angel, almost as though he is Dark Angel's mentor, when he stops suddenly, and releases what is in his hand, it is a long scroll, and flows out, the scroll is in a foreign language. The scroll has endless spaces on the scroll. The old man holds the scroll out, and suddenly pulls out a knife, and hands it to Dark Angel. Angel slits his wrist, and dabs the knife in the blood, and signs the scroll with his own blood, as he hands the knife to the old man, and the old man does the same--

-Old Man- The pain, and suffering is over now Daniel. Lucifer forgives all... Alliances shall be formed, and the sounds of suffering shall be joyful praise...

-Dark Angel- *grins sinisterly* The pain for me is over, however someone shall feel the wrath of the alliance. I feel sick for them, I have a bad taste in my mouth, the taste of bitter blood. However, I enjoy the sickness. Intensity I will not stop beating upon my victims until I feel their warm blood turn cold as it drips down my forearm, and their cold dead eyes look at my eyes. Then they realize that they have stared their killer straight in the face. Each, and every one of you I shall pick apart like a vulture on it's scavenged prey. Pecking at every last piece, until I am filled. My murderous apetite is unimaginable, and I shall eliminate 6 unknowing souls. Lost Souls, I do not belong their for I truly am the only one who is found...

--Dark Angel looks into the air, and raises his arms, coincidentally thunder cracks, and a lightning bolt touches down about 100 yards away. As rain begins to fall upon Dark Angel, when he drops to the ground, and places his face in his hands. Shaking his head in disbelief Dark Angel then gets off the wet ground--

-Dark Angel- Some peoples actions amaze me. Like those of one Rick Hardy. Who are you anyways? You do a nice job of roaming around this world taking up valuable air that could be used by someone with more worth. Someone with a purpose in this world. Hardy, it wasn't long after your promo bored me to sleep, as I awoke from my slumber. I had visions of a river overflowing with diamonds and gold, and money grew on trees. Wait, and you were Xtreme Champion. At first I thought this was all truth, but the last vision was too hard to imagine. You know you do not have the talent to hack it as anything but a useless nobody in this world. You stick to the things you are best at, roaming around uselessly.

Hardy, try your headlock, your sleeper, but I think we both know that this is a match that my name rings throughout your low rank ears, when the words last man standing. A headlock, or wrestling moves will not save you in this match. Insanity will rule this match. There is no question about it, I am without a doubt the craziest person in this match, not to mention the god damn federation itself. Hardy, you lock up with me... Ill surely give you a 1 way ticket to the E.R...

--Dark Angel holds his wrist out as the blood is still pouring freely out his wrist, nearly squirting out it is pooring so fast. Dark Angel takes the scroll from the old man, and glances it over, as his face turns into a face of one that would be trying to crack a code. Dark Angel deciphers the code, and then rolls the scroll back up, and chuckes, suddenly his chuckles turn into gut busting laughs, as he screams loud laughs, and hands the scroll back over--

-Dark Angel- Sickening how ones mind works isnt it? One can be so twiztid to even plan out his or her own suicide. What they will be wearing, everything is planned out to the precise moment. Slayer, that man has a twiztid mind. After all Slayer planned his own suicide. Jumping into that #1 contender match knowing that I shall set foot in that same ring. Gazing into your frightened eyes, but I know that you truly are the crazy one. You are far from sane Slayer. Yet, I still do not know if it is true insanity, or just the fact that you are just that dumb. Thinking that you will possibly step into that ring, and takeover? Hardly, you can join Hardy on the dreamer list, because when you run into me, I shall whip you against the ropes, and when you come back around grip your adams apple and squeeze until I can hear you weeze, and sniffle, trying to get every last breath, as I hear the snap of your larynx I know my job is finished with you...

Slayer, your largest mistake is, and will be mentioning me in one of your low rank promos. Stick to the small timers like the rest of your Era of Violence. The second you bring me into the story, you tempt death from the compulsive Masterpiece, and that is tempting fate...

I may just as well go straight down the line, onto Barrows. Who the hell do you think you are? Saying you have a personal vendetta against me? "Bad Ass" jump in front of me while I rage, and that is like jumping in front of a mack truck going 85 miles per hour. There is no way you shall survive. I leave you a cold dead heap in the middle of that ring, as I merely prep you for the Final Burial, lifting you above my head, and dropping you through that mat, as I hear your bones crack, pop, and watch you fall beneath me under the ring. You can only think about how it could have been, because it is now, and now you must die....

Now onto the legendary Enforcer... Ryba, I know you are not the most emotionally stable person, in fact you have probably more rage built inside of you than anyone I know of. Ryba, I fear you the most out of any competitor in that ring Tuesday. When I saw you kneeling next to your wife and daughters grave, I knew that behind that facade, there is one derranged animal inside. Waiting to leap out. Ryba, just because you have earned my respect, means nothing.

The most respect in the world, could not and will not stop me from gaining my chances at the Xtreme Title. I hope I trigger something inside that tiny brain of yours Ryba. I hope the derranged, psychotic lunatic comes out of you, because I would love nothing more than for you to give me reason for me to spike you into that hard mat, leaving you a hopeless mess. Paralyzed neck down, drueling all over yourself. When I finally roll you over, and stomp on your upper neck, and letting you join your pathetic has been life. Pick your plot Ryba, for you shall be the last to go...

Onto Styx, a few words to be said about this man... The band is better than the wrestler... You pitiful excuse for a man, you sicken me. Your lack of skills, and poise inside the ring. That right there raises question to how you arrived to this match. I shall make you wish you were still in the small time... Styx I would understand if you didnt show on Tuesday, you can get your ass kicked anyday of the week, why make it by me?

Lastly, the Blood God... You might have some sort of obsession with blood, but you shall see plenty of it Tuesday... while you lay face down in a pool of your own blood. You think that you are some sadistic son of a b*tch, but you have yet to see the life I live. I am practically Satans brother. Im so derranged, and psychotic. The scariest thing about me is I act on impulse. I think nothing about the consequences I just act. You get in my way I will bulldoze your ass to the ground, and beat you unrecognizably until you give me a reason to stop. Blood God, you have entered a Bloody Nightmare... there is no turning back... You can only walk forward and glance back at the footprints you have left, and wonder if that was the right path, or shall you die because of some mistakes you made a couple weeks ago, or maybe years ago. Just know that I have watched your every move along with the rest of you, and I know your ring entrance, to your defeats, I know whats coming at all times, and I prophecize a victory for Dark Angel, and a brutal beating for the rest of you at the hands of the Compulsive Masterpiece....

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




You find that I can not be tame,
You then realize this is not a f*cking game,
6 dead bodies is what I shall make,
Your pathetic souls are what I shall take,
You 6 take a journey 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 deathly numb,
7 for the deadly sins you did comit,
With the last breath you all shall submit,
I shall finally leave behind all my pain,
Tuesday you all shall know that I am f*cking insane!

--Dark Angel drops to the ground and stares into the moonlight as the scene cuts out--

--Scene Fades--