Back in the present, smack right in the center of New York Central Park. Detective James located the elusive Reverend Jones- a creature of the night who denounced his existence and the family in which he once led- this greeting, long time coming, is here. The Reverend, in his cryptic, seemingly sermons, disclosed a minuscule portion of his agenda towards the Detective- that he bought out the old MWE brand and re-birthed it- and even announced that here tonight, in the park, the might, determination, and perseverance of Mortals outweighs that of the Supernaturals.... The Creatures of the Night. The Reverend welcomed the Detective after their brief chat in the park to join in and watch the match... The Detective reluctantly joins- especially as in the distance, skyscrapers were lit in a fiery blaze of hatred and animosity from the tattered, fragile relationship, or denial between the Creatures and Mortals.The scene crossfades at the near end of the triple threat match with the return of the mortal champion: DEADBLOOD against the Lord of Blood Kizmat and a death family member: Cravus. The commotion in the park was loud and wild, coming from the bleachers, which housed, on one side, Mortals, while on the other, Creatures. The invited Detective James slithers in from the side of the stage erected on the lawn- and watches intensively, his gaze loosely scans the combatants in the ring- but his steadfast gaze- his actual target- was seated by ringside with his color commentary co-host.... Reverend Jones. As the wrestlers were fighting furiously in the ring...
...Detective James noted a gleam of enjoyment oozing off of the Reverend's pale face-- with each suplex, each fist connected, each leapfrog, and each near fall.... The Reverend's face lit up almost as if he was feeding from the confrontation between the Mortals and the ones he deemed as sinners.... those wretched, horrible, disgraceful, cretins he had the utmost disdain for.... his once brethren, The Creatures of the Night. Then, at one point, almost as if the Reverend was invading the Detective's inner thoughts, stopped his smile, even for a second, and shot a gaze back at the Detective- just long enough to show his acknowledgement- and then the Reverend went back to making gestures as the wrestlers were coming to a climax in the match.
The Detective, lost in a timeless gaze, snaps out of it, from his scrutinizing of the Reverend, and hears the referee shout outloud..... "YOUR WINNER.... AND NEW MWE UNDISPUTED CHAMPION...... DEADBLOOD!!!!"
The shock of DEADBLOOD, a mortal, defeating not just one, but two profound Creatures of the Night, DID NOT sit too well with the Creatures.
Reverend Jones: [watching intensely on the monitor in the park] Amen.
Deadblood took the title and immediately left the ring- and left the area. On the side of the Mortals- they were celebrating, shots fired, beer-drenched bodies- was disgraceful and disrespectful to the Creatures.... suddenly, from nowhere came a young vampire, swooping in from the opposite side, and sunk its fangs straight down into the top of a man's cranium- blood sucked- blood spat in all directions- the humans turning to witness the commotion screamed in shock and hatred- shotgun shells downed the young vampire- it shoots up into the air and impales itself into one of the ring posts-- suddenly, the swarm of creatures and humans leave their bleechers and carnage- nothing but carnage littered the ring and its surroundings-- a blood bath that is seemingly without any end!!!
And the most sickest diabolical thing about this all?
The Reverend was smiling- leaning back in his chair- and slowly raising his hands in either, as if his arms formed the cross of Jesus Christ, in the direction to absorb it all to engulf it into all of his being- as God answered his prayers.
The Detective? Detective James, with his hand on his holster, shook his head, knowing that there was nothing he could do... it dawned on him... this is precisely what Reverend Jones wanted to happen. To initialize this carnage- to fuel his belief, his religion, like a yin and a yang- Light VS Darkness.... and at the center of all of this? Well. That would be the Reverend. The self-proclaimed judge, jury, and executioner.....
The MWE organization's role was starting to unfold itself.... the carnage, the evil, the blood, the gore, the hatred, only escalated, as a form of entertainment- the camera men, like an army of divide servants, captured all of this- even if they were killed in the process- just so that those watching enjoyed it along with The Reverend.
That was it. That was enough.
As the entire entrance stage was ablaze around him- Detective James made his escape to the back- what he saw as a tunnel of chaos- Mortals and Supernaturals are fighting, killing, almost as if it were a tunnel through the backstage area- as the tent above him was lit with fire- and as the Detective leaped over bodies- he emerges from the last tent- running away from the insanity he was in.... until finally he exited the park.... The Detective lowers slightly with his two arms resting upon his two legs, he turns around and watches in horror as the park is now ablaze.... the hounds of hell unleashed.... and no clear evidence which side was the victor.
Realizing his imminent situation- Detective James digs deep within his very being and musters enough energy to move his legs- just with one step- as if soaring with the fiery waves of heat- The Reverend was standing in his way.... glazing.... smiling... reverberating.
Detective James: Tell me, 'man of God', was this what you hoped for?
**Reverend's eyes- still with a glimmer of red hue- scans the Detective- always in the position of determining the righteousness from the wicked.... The Detective continues....**
Detective James: You called this a war in your message. Bodies in the street. Creatures in the dark. A Mortal Uprising... You tell me that’s holy? And to televise this for all to see... IS THAT what God would want the righteousness do?
**Grinning**
Reverend Jones: Holy things are never gentle. What you witnessed was not chaos—it was permission.
Detective James: Permission from who?
Reverend Jones: From God. The Creatures of the Night did not rise by accident, Detective. They were loosed. Unchained. Sent to remind mankind of its stench.
Detective James: People died.
Reverend Jones: Sinners always do. I am not a hypocrite, if that is what you are implying: for we witness either side fight for what they believe in... our roles... my friend... is to witness nature take over... witness the true might of God.
(A pause. As if we are viewing through a camera - shifts around the two with a storm of fire emerging from the destruction in the city- and then a sign in the background rolls around with the words: SHOOT Project- a new promotion coming 2028)
Reverend Jones: That clash you saw—fang against flesh—was divine intervention. A correction. The first cut of the blade.
Detective James: You’re telling me God started a war?
Reverend Jones: No. God ended complacency. [sighing as if the Detective's questions bored him] The coming wave will be worse. Nations will burn, cities will pray too late, and blood will run like scripture rewritten in red. This is righteousness made manifest. A cleansing fire for a world that refused to kneel.
Detective James: And where do I fit into this sermon?
(The Reverend steps into the dark night light. His face mirrors the Detective’s—older, thinner, hollowed by faith.)
Reverend Jones: You were never meant to stop it. You are meant to witness, to choose, and when the final threshold is crossed…
to open the door.
Detective James: I’m not a believer.
Reverend Jones: You don’t need to be.
Reverend Jones: God doesn’t require faith from HIS instruments—only obedience when the moment arrives.
A caravan of armored vehicles blanketed with makeshift plates and guns mounted on the roofs- came zipping behind them- manned by Mortals.... with many of them containing impaled, and some still alive, Creatures of the Night stuck in their front and sides- as if they were trophies to bear witness to...
Reverend Jones: This is only the beginning, Detective. The war is HIS voice. And soon… He will speak through you.
The Detective took a sizable step back.... but with it... a mist of darkness covered them... when it dissipated...
The Reverend was gone.