The fans who have settled with their existence await a dark match to occur between two top rookies, but their night is about to change drastically. The arena is plunged into darkness, and the air becomes frighteningly cold. Fog envelops every part of the stage in sight, and rolls down the ramp, and even to the ring. The fans step away from the barricades, and stare in awe at the stage.







The dark clothed man stands tall, hiding his face beneath that black chapeau. Wearing a cardinals clock that dragged along the ground, the darkened figure slowly and methodically took his steps, as the lights in the arena flashed on every so often, creating the dark illusion of the figure disappearing and reappearing elsewhere. Your hearts grow cold and dark and even your homes seem to close in around you, shattering any thought of safety in the back of your mind. You’re alone, no matter who may be near you…


J.R: Whats happening?!

King: It’s him J.R!

J.R: That sure as hell isn’t DarkSpade- and I don’t think it’s some “mind game” either!!!

King: This isn’t good J.R! I don’t feel safe!!

J.R: Neither do I King..

The icy winds in the arena sweep faster and faster, as the figure nears the ring now, causing the fans to back away further, petrified. Slowly, the figure turns towards the steel stairs. The fans can do nothing but watch from their homes and the arena chairs. The lone figure takes his long strides to the stairs, and slowly walks up them, one by one, step by step. He reaches the top, and slowly lifts his head now. Two white eyes pierce through the darkness, seeing your soul, everyone’s soul, across the planet.







Finally, the dark, frightening figure steps through the ropes, and stands in the center of the ring. The fog that rolled down the ramp, has surrounded the ring, and risen to mat level. It begins spilling out into the crowd, pushing them back even further. He doesn’t move for several seconds, but finally does as he reaches towards the ropes. Lillian, shaking in fear, climbs onto the apron and hands the figure a microphone. She almost cries as the figure stares at her, narrowing his eyes, scaring her to death. It simply turns back to the CreatureTron. The mic is raised.



J.R: Here we go King….

King: I’m truly scared right now J.R!!


A Single whisper………


Darkspade…………….

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!


The stage explodes, and then the lights go out entirely for several seconds. Once they raise again, the thick fog that started to engulf the arena….is gone…..and now nothing is left except for a burning message on the CreatureTron.