Located at an unidentified and unknown location, in a desolate abandoned and run downed factory on a very dark, and dreary, night....

The scene materializes with an overview of a factory in shambles.... in the far distance of this enormous factory was a throne that was setup and in it sat, The Reverend Jones.

Reverend Jones was contemplating his next moves and as two large steel cans ablaze with fire burned side by side with him staring in the distance- a blue haze then accumulated to form a figure with miraculous and shocking powers... The figure was none other than the one they call, DARKSPADE.

Once The Unholy One approached the throne- The Reverend waved his right hand gently- and before them a dark myst formed and from it emerged a large table decorated with skulls- and on the very surface of this table, etched in stone, was the symbol of The Unholy Ministry.

Then from the dark depths of the factory emerged from all sides illuminating eyes focused on the table where the preternatural Reverend and the Unholy One reached on either side.



Reverend Jones: Where is HE? He's late again... that damn Vampire Lord!


Darkspade refrained from saying anything at first
DS: It matters not that he is here for this. We don't need him.... what WE need is for ME to obtain the Absolute Undisputed and Mortal Wrestling Championships... THUS, BECOME, ONCE AGAIN, THE GREATEST IN THE WORLD!


Reverend Jones: Lord... assist me in the revelations. Dear Spade, quit turning this into YOUR gain... what WE NEED is to DESTROY those belts! and repent to the Lord for his mercy shall sweep the lands and smite down upon ALL WHO DEAR NOT BELIEVEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Spade rolls his eyes


Reverend Jones: [waves his hands across the table which upon it, formed the vision of Deadblood and the End of Days] Gaze upon Revelations unfolding just as the Bible foretold. We must prepare. We must prepare OUR family... the Death Family to rise once again and LEAD THE CREATURES INTO A WORLD OF BENEVOLENCE.





The Unholy One gazes down upon the visions of the End of Days and stares only at Deadblood standing on the top of a tall black hilltop, staring intently at the armies of Hell and Heaven clashing together for supremacy of mother Earth.
DS: I won't fail this family. Like how countless others in this family have done, time and time again! On CreatureMania XII- we WILL see the tide turn. I guarantee you of that!


The Reverend nods in agreeance
Reverend Jones: Destroying those instruments will allow for the End of Days to naturally come to us all. Son. I realize, deeply, really I do. How important those titles are for you.... how much you worked to ascend the ranks of CreatureWrestling- but remind yourself of your true purpose in this wretched world.....



And just like that, without any notice a shot of wickedness blew the entire table up in smithereens!!!


In the dust plum- Darkspade stood up with his golden aura emitting from his body... However, there was no one around.... a calling card? Or something quite different.


The Reverend is helped up by his druids
Reverend Jones: W..what was that?!




DS: A disturbance. In the natural order of Balance. I must go.... and confront this disturbance.


For as Spade disappears in a dark void of his making- The Reverend turns stands up fully and then turns around to look upward and in a giant hole in the ceiling of the factory, was, the enormous and ominous eyeball staring deeply downward at it's populace..... The Reverend knelled and then prayed with his hands together along with an Unholy set of beads.....







Reverend Jones: I hear you. Guardian of the Apocalypse. I hear and I obey.





























[Fade to Black]