The Championship

After the conclusion of Chapter 15: Act 3. A couple of days later... at the Death Family Estate...

Ever since his oldest daughter, Charon, removed the doorway to other realms, which allowed The Unholy One to focus his mind on what he loved, perhaps, equally to his daughters, was competing in the wrestling ring and earning the right to be known as one of the best of the best.

To Darkspade, the Silver Mirror was a means to quench his inner most desires- an escape from reality- a reality damaged by the shift in the timeline in which he lost the Absolute and Mortal titles... it stung at Darkspade's ego... his worth questioned... again, the Silver Mirror warranted him an excuse to step into the world of the SHOOT Project- declaring himself as the Darkest Hour.... Once there, Darkspade lives out his fantasy to decimate and destroy.... and oh the mind games... the sweet sweet mind games..... Darkspade could feast once again. That ranged from Scottie Barnes, Corey, and Chance to his most daring and savory dish... Ricky Tenet.... 






However.







Now....




With the Silver Mirror taken like a theft in the night.... The Unholy One was left seemingly trapped in his room- just as the scene cross-fades, showcasing him lying flat on his back with his arms stretched over his head, against the pillow, staring at the ceiling, counting the cobwebs and the amount of broken lines within the paint...






This was not fair.





Depression kicked in... The Unholy One never got a chance to prove his true worth to the SHOOT Project... never got a chance to hold the World Heavyweight Championship... never got a chance to break Joshua Breedlove in half and deliver his Final Guidance... it all felt like a big, gigantic waste. The weight of unfulfilled dreams and lost opportunities sinks in. And on top of all of that, these delusions experiencing... what did he vomit out in the bathroom that resembled a baby Ricky Tenet... Then Darkspade's mind shifted to that- imagining even having to take care of the stinker and change diapers again... urgh... kids...


The Darkspade slowly rose from the bed, overwhelmed by a deep sense of helplessness and regret. Feeling of incompetence... the destruction... the mayhem... the evil alliances that never got to be declared... the engagements in the ring never to happen... DeMONSTRances, The Kelsers, The THUNDERWOLFves, Goldykes... oops wrong organization... you get the point... 

Shiftly sinking his head within what appeared to be the ONLY comfort he could summon at this point- into his hands- The Unholy One nearly cried, overwhelmed by despair and confusion. Then... he heard a baby's cry, piercing through the silence, stirring a flicker of curiosity and dread in his mind. The sound was unfamiliar, yet disturbingly urgent, pulling him out of his despair and into a state of alertness.

Darkspade's head popped out of his hand, and his cries grew louder—not in his room; instead, the door was slightly ajar, and the cries came from outside.

Darkspade jolted out of the room, his heart racing, but then, also, a feeling, a hint of fear of what was happening... but he needed to know what this was. And so Darkspade traced the cries down to the other side of the hallway - opening all of the doors to investigate- but nothing- then, the cries turned to scuffling and scratching.... Darkspade looked in multiple directions and then looked up- an attitc door was partially open- The Darkspade reached high and pulled the string to the hatch and from it emerged a ladder- he pulled out his cellphone, turned its light on, and took a long drawn out breath.... he thought to himself, "is this what you want?...." but the realization of finding out what exactly is this Ricky Tenet child is overwhelmed his thoughts and sanity- and so, Darkspade slowly and carefully, ascended the steps into the attic.

The next scene shows the perspective of someone already in the attic, watching the hatch open and, from it, a hint of the top of the crown emerged, blindingly shining... Then the perspective shifts to Darkspade, who looked with the phone and saw nothing at first... he was about to give up... when... there... in the far corner was a blackness moving just slightly.... The Unholy One climbed into the attic- his cellphone light fixed at that black shade and climbed on his hands and knees - closer and closer and closer and closer.... he then reached out to the blackness - the environment ever so colder than it ever has - and when he thought he touched it- the black void evaporated... but the cooing from a child was faintly around again... then as if the view shifts around Darkspade's face... in the darkness above.... was that thing....








The Unholy One turned abruptly around and saw nothing behind him, but the faint sound of crying had stopped. For a moment, Darkspade glimpsed two tiny baby fingers dropping from the hatch of the attic below-eerie mystery.






He hurried toward the hatch, but in his excitement and momentum, he fell through it, feeling as though the fall would never end. Instead of landing on the hallway floor, he found himself inside a SHOOT Project wrestling ring.








Did the baby "Ricky" send Darkspade back to this world?








Was this a dream?












A nightmare?












Darkspade rose from the mat... and he looked up at a banner, an announcement, The World Heavyweight Championship is up for grabs.... Breedlove has been dethroned... a multi-man bout... even if this was a dream, Darkspade was overjoyed at the prospects... and perhaps another chance at devouring souls... How was this done does not matter... The Unholy One, The Darkest Hour is back.




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