During a SHOOT Project tapped tour... days after The Darkspade defeated Vito Valentino at Zenith 12.
Suddenly, without any notice, any hope, any dream.... the lights... the cut out!!!!
We are presented with a classic entrance for The Unholy One and Only- where he addresses the mass right there in that ring- void of the usual backstage bullshit- direct and deadly.... the reigning Empire State Champion has arrived. The methodical death march resonated with the absence of Darkspade's soul... no ray of light evident, except for the glimmering gold around his waist, and even that the darkness has increasingly suffocated the light from the title belt.
Once The Darkspade entered into the ring- he kneeled- the cold dead aura increased in its intensity- once he rose, in his right hand was the microphone.... but he did not immediately speak- he waited.... calculatingly waited... collected the screams of the crowd.... their bewilderment, anxiety, lost of hope for many, and the thrill of others.... and then, followers screamed aloud.... "DARKEST HOUR.... DARKEST HOUR..... DARKEST HOUR..... DARKEST HOUR.... DARKEST HOUR...."
And with that, and as the camera crossfades to the Empire State Championship belt- its glimmer of gold fading almost in unison to the darkness which has entrapped it.... and panned up to his face- The Unholy Emperor then spoke while taking the belt off and holds it up high....
"Vito Valentino. You danced. You fell. You lost. Let it be a lesson to you- the Unholy Darkness is not something to turn a blind eye too- it is cold dead reality.... it is your reckoning. If you do not still believe me, then ask your precious love of your life- the victim to your arrogance and ignorance. Vito- you waited and pounced on an entity that you had no clue about- at least Napalm realized what he was up against... how unfortunate for you that the darkest hour struck three- and you are left with NOTHING but broken dreams and bones."
The Unholy Emperor lowered the title belt and placed it on his shoulder- by which it was nearly a darkened plate of steel- The camera slowly pans around this enigma- with at times his body appears to have faded with each angle shift- until- finally- the camera comes full circle and executes an extreme closeup on Darkspade's morbid face- with the white of his eyes showing....
"This now brings me to my former opponent- Napalm... I know all I need to know about you. You believe you have what it takes to change your fate, all because you think this is a farce? and here I thought you were just a bit smarter than Vito... you already lost if that is the case. I have stood at the top of the highest mountain and commanded wickedness that likes all of your battles are just mere kindling for my inferno HELL. So, please unleash whatever you think is behind those layers of flesh you pretend to have- bring your pet hyena if you must. If you think my dark assessment has infuriated you, two lost fools.... you have not seen anything yet... at Reckoning Day- the day where your prayers will manifest into the dark in you- the Unholy Empire will once again reign supreme- with every single day The SHOOT Project falls to my Unholy Darkness.... I own it. I will not let it go- you are subject to my dark design.... Vito, Napalm —not even HELL can contain this —you need far more than you possess to stand a chance —come, take your shot— your final chance... YOUR FINAL GUIDANCE!!!"
The Unholy One shows a small, sinister curl of a smile forming from the left side of his lip- as he holds a title enveloped in complete and utter Unholy Darkness....
Then, the scene is cut abruptly by static and fades.....
Suddenly, without any notice, any hope, any dream.... the lights... the cut out!!!!
We are presented with a classic entrance for The Unholy One and Only- where he addresses the mass right there in that ring- void of the usual backstage bullshit- direct and deadly.... the reigning Empire State Champion has arrived. The methodical death march resonated with the absence of Darkspade's soul... no ray of light evident, except for the glimmering gold around his waist, and even that the darkness has increasingly suffocated the light from the title belt.
Once The Darkspade entered into the ring- he kneeled- the cold dead aura increased in its intensity- once he rose, in his right hand was the microphone.... but he did not immediately speak- he waited.... calculatingly waited... collected the screams of the crowd.... their bewilderment, anxiety, lost of hope for many, and the thrill of others.... and then, followers screamed aloud.... "DARKEST HOUR.... DARKEST HOUR..... DARKEST HOUR..... DARKEST HOUR.... DARKEST HOUR...."
And with that, and as the camera crossfades to the Empire State Championship belt- its glimmer of gold fading almost in unison to the darkness which has entrapped it.... and panned up to his face- The Unholy Emperor then spoke while taking the belt off and holds it up high....
"Vito Valentino. You danced. You fell. You lost. Let it be a lesson to you- the Unholy Darkness is not something to turn a blind eye too- it is cold dead reality.... it is your reckoning. If you do not still believe me, then ask your precious love of your life- the victim to your arrogance and ignorance. Vito- you waited and pounced on an entity that you had no clue about- at least Napalm realized what he was up against... how unfortunate for you that the darkest hour struck three- and you are left with NOTHING but broken dreams and bones."
The Unholy Emperor lowered the title belt and placed it on his shoulder- by which it was nearly a darkened plate of steel- The camera slowly pans around this enigma- with at times his body appears to have faded with each angle shift- until- finally- the camera comes full circle and executes an extreme closeup on Darkspade's morbid face- with the white of his eyes showing....
"This now brings me to my former opponent- Napalm... I know all I need to know about you. You believe you have what it takes to change your fate, all because you think this is a farce? and here I thought you were just a bit smarter than Vito... you already lost if that is the case. I have stood at the top of the highest mountain and commanded wickedness that likes all of your battles are just mere kindling for my inferno HELL. So, please unleash whatever you think is behind those layers of flesh you pretend to have- bring your pet hyena if you must. If you think my dark assessment has infuriated you, two lost fools.... you have not seen anything yet... at Reckoning Day- the day where your prayers will manifest into the dark in you- the Unholy Empire will once again reign supreme- with every single day The SHOOT Project falls to my Unholy Darkness.... I own it. I will not let it go- you are subject to my dark design.... Vito, Napalm —not even HELL can contain this —you need far more than you possess to stand a chance —come, take your shot— your final chance... YOUR FINAL GUIDANCE!!!"The Unholy One shows a small, sinister curl of a smile forming from the left side of his lip- as he holds a title enveloped in complete and utter Unholy Darkness....
Then, the scene is cut abruptly by static and fades.....