Elsewhere... The streets of New York lit up into flames! The scene crossfades to a wealthy couple seated in a skyscraper restaurant, eating their supper, when they hear and see the fiery inferno in the distance from their window!
The couple jolted up, along with many others, and looked outside- witnessing a sudden, violent attack on the city that left others screaming and frantically trying to call loved ones, only to be met with busy signals.In the midst of the chaos, one person remained in the far back, seated in his private booth, calmly sipping blood wine and smiling at the turmoil. He finishes his drink, places it slowly into the center of the table, and turns the empty glass counterclockwise before rising and walking out, drawing the attention of a distant observer who watches him intently.
Detective James: Hmm.
The image stutters before stabilizing.
Handheld. Unsteady.
The camera sweeps across the street too fast—half-caught images of overturned news vans, abandoned tripods, cables snapping under running boots. Sirens howl, warping in and out as the microphone overloads. Someone off-camera is breathing too hard.
In the distance, the city is on fire.
Creatures collide in the streets—shapes too fast, too wrong for the lens to fully register. The camera zooms, jerks, loses focus. Muzzle flashes punch holes of white light through the darkness, briefly freezing scenes of humans firing wildly… bodies dropping… then moving again.
“Jesus—did you get that?” a voice whispers behind the camera.
The lens swings toward the barricades. Civilians press against metal fencing, some screaming, some staring in mute disbelief. A child is crying somewhere. The sound cuts in and out.
Suddenly, a familiar face fills the frame.
Amy Kertain steps forward, already mid-report, her voice forced calm as the red LIVE icon pulses at the corner of the screen.
“—this is Eyewitness News New York. What you’re seeing behind me is—”
A shrill hiss cuts through the audio.
The camera jolts violently.
A shape slams into Amy from behind. The image blurs as she hits the pavement hard, the microphone clattering across the concrete. Her scream peaks the audio, distorting into static.
“AMY—!”The cameraman stumbles back. The frame catches flashes—pale faces, glowing eyes, mouths stretched into inhuman smiles. Young Vampires swarm her, laughter leaking into the mic like broken glass.
One drops to her chest, pinning her down.
The camera hesitates.
Back in the distant past, now closer to the present, the ending to the fabled fight is finally here. This continues from CH 15: Act II from this post: https://creaturewrestling.com/megaverse ... 1699#p1699Last time...
Hra'Spyder pointed the deadly hairspray can at Spade Deathen- reading to zap him into oblivion. At that moment, Cadmus lashed out and hopped on top of Hra'Spyder's black snake-like locks of hair- and pulled them back as if he was riding a crazed wild horse!!!
"JUST, JUST CHALLENGE HIM TO A MORTAL MATCH OR SOMETHING..." Cried Cadmus....
Spade Deathen tilts his left eyebrow and scratched his head.... "Could it be that simple?" Spade said to himself.
As Hra'Spyder was twirling around like a princess trying to spray Cadmus with the hairspray.... Spade stands on his feet and raises the Undisputed Mortal Championship
"Red Spyder... or Hra'Spyder... whatever your dumbass name is now. Fancy that, with all the power you possess, you still cannot fight like a real man. I mean, look at you. [Hra'Spyder is still twirling like he was trying to get bees out of his branches of black hair]. How about we settle this without our powers... accept my challenge to obtain this Mortal Wrestling belt!"
Cadmus could only hold on for much longer. Then, at the last swirl, Hra'Spyder swung Cadmus off his head, and what came with the kid was Hra'Spyder's black wig, complete with his weave.
Hra'Spyder's near bald head with small patches of hair shined in the darkened moon-light.
"You have humiliated me for the last time; I accept whatever terms you think matter, honey- it does not matter what hunk of junk you throw in my face. I am going to not only defeat you for the Absolute Undisputed title, but I'll take that tin off of your hands as well!"
Cadmus regains consciousness and notices that the black wig he is holding is dissolving away and it reappeared on Hra'Spyder's head. He also notices that the Mortal belt is glowing again, and a bizarre aura surrounds Hra'Spyder and Spade. Spade stood up, threw the belt aside, and the ground on which they stood dissolved away; they were teleported back to the arena for CreatureMania XIV: Reflections- or it seemed that way. The thousands in attendance were shocked to see the two back in the ring. With the bell ringing, Hra'Spyder reaches outward to attack Spade with his powers- but nothing comes out of his black nails... Hra'Spyder looked at his nails in confusion, but that opened the doorway for Spade to rush in and spear Hra'Spyder with the gothicrusher. He instantly laid on top of Hra'Spyder, and a ref ran into the ring and slid onto the mat to count... 1... 2... kick out!!!
Hra'Spyder rolls off to the side and realizes that his powers are neutralized....
Spade Deathen: [stands up] And you said any terms- the terms are simple- if you win, then everything is yours, everything, with no opposition, you get to realize your murderous agenda in a world of your making without resistance, and hold all belts, But if you lose, you go back into the gates of the apocalypse, never to return.
"Honey, now is the time to click your high-heeled shoes and wish you were back in Kansas - that's the only way out of this. You are on."Hra'Spyder obliged to the terms of the match!!! And with that sudden grim nod did the bell ring by the ref.
The bell rings and the arena seems to darken as Hra’Spyder and Darkspade collide in the center of the ring like two forces of fate finally unleashed.
Darkspade strikes first—heavy forearms, deliberate and brutal—driving Hra’Spyder into the corner. Hra’Spyder fires back with feral speed, snapping kicks to the ribs and a sudden running knee that drops Darkspade to one knee. The crowd roars as the pace becomes relentless, neither man willing to give ground.
Darkspade hoists Hra’Spyder up and slams him down with a thunderous spinebuster— the ref drops for the count **one! two!—** Hra’Spyder kicks out. Moments later, Hra’Spyder counters a lariat into a rolling crucifix pin—two and three-quarters!
The match teeters on the edge of ending with every exchange.
They trade near falls in rapid succession:
Darkspade nearly ends it with a sit-out powerbomb... Hra’Spyder survives a devastating running boot to the skull... A choke attempt by Darkspade is reversed into a jawbreaker that sends both men crashing to the mat.
Frustration sets in. Desperation follows.
As the referee checks on Darkspade in the corner, Hra’Spyder does something unthinkable—he digs deep, very deep, into his panties and rips out his THONG and flings it directly into Darkspade’s face.
Darkspade stumbles back, GAGS, momentarily blinded and enraged, clawing at his eyes as the crowd erupts in shock.
Hra’Spyder seizes the moment.
"AWH HA!!! HONEY ITS TIME FOR THE CURTAIN CALL!!!!" Hra'Spyder grips Darkspade by the throat with one hand, lifts him high, and slams him down with The Taste of Wickedness, the one-handed chokeslam echoing through the arena. Hra’Spyder drops to one knee, exhausted but victorious—he crawls toward the cover.
But before he can hook the leg—
From the shadows at ringside, Cadmus appears.
The eerie child leans in, unseen by the referee, and spits a stream of black saliva into Hra’Spyder’s face. Hra’Spyder recoils in horror, screaming and staggering away, wiping at his eyes as the crowd gasps in disbelief.
The referee never sees it.
Darkspade stirs.
Fueled by rage and opportunity, Darkspade rises behind Hra’Spyder, eyes burning with cold purpose. As Hra’Spyder turns, blinded and disoriented, Darkspade strikes—capitalizing on the chaos Cadmus has unleashed.
This is IT!!! Time for YOUR FINAL GUIDANCE, HRA'SPYDER!!!!!!
As if the world watching paused in slow motion- Darkspade hooks Hra'Spyder via his arms in his back and hoists him upward... Hra'Spyder was upside down, his high-heeled shoes twirling in the air... Darkspade walked a little, allowing the blood to flow down his opponent's head until, with a sudden, deliberate jump... Hra'Spyder's head slams with authority into the center of the ring.... THE FINAL GUIDANCE WAS DELIVERED.... All watching rose to their feet as Darkspade laid his body across Hra'Spyder for the..........
1
2
3!!!!!!!
DING..... DING.... DING......
Darkspade sat up from his fallen opponent, and he who would join him was Cadmus, who had the MWE Undisputed title and the Absolute Titles draped on his shoulders, then given to Darkspade...
However, what was the fate of Hra'Spyder???? The Unholy One rose with the titles now raised into the air, emphasizing his dominance, which should make the audience feel awe and tension about his rising power. Then he realized that all that was left of "Hra'Spyder" was his wig and a set of high-heeled shoes left in the ring.... the story continues...
An hour has passed since the incident at the restaurant.
Central Park is no longer quiet.
The trees groan under a low, constant wind, their branches clawing at one another as distant howls echo through the darkness—inhuman cries tangled with the screams of mortals. Somewhere deeper in the park, metal clashes, gunfire cracks, and something large moves too fast through the undergrowth.
Footsteps crunch softly along the path.
The mysterious figure moves with purpose, unhurried, as if the chaos means nothing to him. Behind him, just far enough back to remain unseen, Detective James follows—weapon low, breath measured, every sense sharpened. He knows he’s being led somewhere. He just doesn’t know where.
The figure slows.
Then stops.
A lone park lamp flickers to life above him, bathing the path in a sickly, pale glow. Moths spiral madly around the light as the darkness presses in from all sides. For a long moment, nothing happens.
Then the figure reaches into his coat. The soft scrape of a match strikes loud in the silence. A flame flares. A cigar is lit.
He draws on it slowly—deliberately—until the tip burns hot and red. Smoke coils upward, thick and unbothered by the wind. He exhales, a long, satisfied sigh, as though savoring the moment.
Without turning around, he speaks.
“Detective James… you’ve been following me long enough.”
The night seems to hold its breath.
Detective James: "... good. I was just wondering if you still had it in you." [The mysterious figure turns to be within mere feet from the Detective]. "So. How long has it been.... Reverend. Reverend Jones?"
Back, in the near present, Detective James found the elusive Reverend Jones in central park....Cannot see or hear anything? Then, READ THIS
Detective James: "... good. I was just wondering if you still had it in you." [The mysterious figure turns to be within mere feet from the Detective]. "So. How long has it been.... Reverend. Reverend Jones?"
The Reverend lowered his head and then slightly rose it with his eerie eyes catching the detectives inquisitive gaze.... The Reverend looks over the detective and at the blooms of fire engulfing the skyscrapers in the distance....
Reverend Jones: "... We stand at the thinning of the veil, my friend. Just as the signs whispered long ago, the bindings that once kept Creature and Mortal apart have begun to rot from within. It was for this fracture that my hand moved years ago… why the circle you know as Total Non-Stop Action was etched into existence—not to conquer, but to preserve what could still be saved. Yet salvation is rarely welcomed. The blind tore at my efforts. They demanded I kneel before a past that no longer bears my name—parading me as patriarch of a bloodline that has already turned to dust in my eyes."
The detective took a single step back, positioning his hand close to his holster...
Reverend Jones: "So… Detective. You found me. An achievement, no doubt. But tell me—to what end? Have you come to see me beg mercy from a hollow god? To mouth forgiveness so that Creatures and Mortals might cling to a counterfeit salvation? Or have you come to hear the final prayer—the one spoken not for redemption……but for extinction? Which truth did you follow to my door?"
Detective James assimilates the haunting words from one Reverend Jones.... he does not know if there is a right or wrong answer... but his attempt to at least uncover some truths must be warranted.
Detective James: "Reverend. I am just a detective. It is true that ever since my employment with the Death Family many many years ago had opened my eyes to the hidden world of the Creatures of the Night- I am fully aware of their dark powers and ability to decimate the entire world- my chance meeting you was coincidental... or perhaps... your grace... it was a divine intervention. However, I have a feeling since you prophesied this night many years ago, that you do have a plan in place... maybe to set what is wrong right... or to capitalize on this chaos? Which is it?"
The question intrigued The Reverend. He rubbed his chin, his eerie creature eyes glistening from the shine of the moon, he reveals his plan....
Reverend Jones: "I appreciate your careful detective work, my friend. Indeed. I have prophesied this moment since my intended takeover of the CWE with my television network, Total-Non-Stop Action.... Hark! Listen in the distance, as the screens overlaying across this damned city have revealed a truce- my organization is announcing the return of The Eye of the Storm event.... I have revived Mortal Wrestling Entertainment as my contingency.... I bought out the brand and its operations.... and now, I shall do what no one else can... and that is to fuel the hidden aggression and need for competition within the ranks of both Mortal and Creature-kind."
Detective James: "... why... but to what end? You are either crazy or delusional or both."
The Reverend contemplated that response- he hand one already in store.
Reverend Jones: ".... My transgression festers unspoken, sealed behind years of silence. Redemption does not come by confession alone. It must be witnessed. Only when the solitary Mortal is set upon the altar of struggle—pitted against two anointed shadows of the Night—shall the offering be made complete. Through blood, through defiance, through the Mortal’s final exertion, the balance may yet tilt. And only then— if the trial pleases You—will absolution be granted to all..... O' Lord have mercy upon us all...."
The detective felt uneasy, unsettled, realizing the storm of insanity that rests behind those cold, calculated eyes.... As the Reverend raises his hands high... in the distance, an explosion roars... as pillars of light turn on... illuminating a wrestling ring in the center of the park... along with banners of the MWE logo... questions remain... WHO is the chosen Mortal wrestler and which two Creatures of the Night will answer this call...
Then in the distance, you hear a pre-tapped promo of the Reverend.... also blasted on all airways- shown in every single shop with LED monitors amidst the chaos and carnage and fire..... The Reverend reveals his chosen Mortal challenger.... DEADBLOOD.... and the proclamation that only through this match shall there be any attempts at a resolution, to quench the hatred and fire of Mortals- to prove that a single Mortal can not only defeat any Creature... but even multiple Creatures.... which Creature Wrestlers will answer this challenge??