The city was covered by a thick foreboding darkness. Slowly did the view pan across the barren and dirty streets and then swiftly turned towards the dominating ivory twin towers of Creature Wrestling Headquarters. From street level looking upward- rain droplets kept falling- falling and falling without end. And as the rain struck the cold and richly dark grey cement steps leading up to the massive and highly ornate oak doors to the CW lobby.... you can then now see a figure emerge from a rising myst from off to the left.
The figure, draped in a long black trenchcoat- had a face of pale... Once the view increasingly gets closer- we now see that it was our founding father of this sport- Alexander R. Arcane II.
The pain and hatred that was sealed inside of his soul had taken it's toll-- Alexander reached inside of his pocket to reveal a rustic and twisted key which then upon using on the singular keyhole in the ornate door-- the passage into the foyer was opened.
A fast forward inside of the headquarters.... Alexander exits out from the very top of the building on the East side... the oldest portion of the building- and enters the Official Hall of Fame hallway. The hallway was barely lit by candles in candle-holders in-between portraiture of the ones deemed to be immortalized for all time. However, at the end of the hallway was yet another door... a silver door sealed tightly shut by huge steel safe-like horizontal beams.
Alexander took his right hand and removed his black glove to then gently place on the scanning hand device mounted to the right hand side of the door. Within moments the system kick started and scanned his hand- the door immediately rattled from it's long underuse and then the beams receded back into the wall before finally the door swung open.
Once inside the lights turned on automatically.....
The room was where all of the artifacts that Alexander Arcane collected over the many many years.... even some of which were collected by his late father.
Alex was looking for something specific... something extremely important. Upon trans-versing the items stored... we see such things as the pieces to Mortismere's Underworld title belt, Raven's cloak, a dirty old purple sock belonging to Dalkiel, a book case full of acquired literature on the history of creatures and even a large container housing the remains of Evangelion and it's mechanical skeleton.
.... Then finally, Alexander spots what he was looking for. There, in the back and hidden away was a mannequin's head with Gunther's slimy wet wig of a mullet! The wig was accidentally drenched in a concoction brewed by Kizmat in order to enter Neo-Earth contained once inside the Twilight Phial...
Gunther's mullet enhanced the power of the Twilight liquid enabling not only psychedelic episodes of dancing to the ding dong dance (and also causing your lips to be swollen beat red)... BUT to also manipulate time and space in any realities.
Alexander took the mullet and then he reached inside of his pocket to reveal the red jewel which contained his brother's essence....
Looking at the red shimmering jewel
Alexander Arcane: These creatures...... they'd been the thorn in my side for far far too long. Stealing my sanity is one thing.... taking my brother's life especially in the name of the Lord- is another. Now, I shall find the root of Creaturekind... and cut it down for all time.
[To be continued.]
