My soul yearns for you in the night;
in the morning my spirit longs for you.
When your judgments come upon the earth,
the people of the world learn righteousness.
~Isaiah 26:9

The opening establishing scene shows the cityscape of New York City at the dead of night. It was raining harshly while humid enough to have your clothes stick to your dry skin- but it was not the weather set an unsettling sensation. It was the ominous rustic moon looming over the world at this final hour.... suddenly, as the camera slowly pans from the top of ivory towers to the soaked streets- two pitch black wheels suddenly stop and sprayed water into the air and onto the steps of CW Headquarters.

The first person to exit the limo was none other than Chane McMahon. He removed his rayband sunglasses and opened a black umbrella for the next individual to exit the vehicle. The gentleman wore a white hat with a tiny white feather fitted at the rim. The rest of him was dressed in a charcoal grey suit with a singular red rose in his front chest pocket. As this man stood silently he looked upward while underneath the umbrella at the enormous and equally ominous "CW" logo. Chane suddenly identifies the man with a slight nod... "Rev. Jones, Welcome to CW Headquarters."

This is Rev. Jones rare appearances even though no one was around. The Reverend silently nods back and removes a polished black skull cane from the limo and with a limp made his way upward and to the revolving plain glass doors where a Richard and a security officer stood watching.


[Scene shifts inside the Board of Directors conference room]


As the view materializes from a crossfade and slightly dropping from the perspective of the front door into the conference room- we now see Richard, Chane and Reverend Jones seated.



The men were silent. Rev. Jones gripped his skull cane as Chane begins the meeting.




Chane McMahon: Thank you Richard for allowing this meeting to take place. [Richard nods] NSA feels that the creature crisis has rendered its assets as too vulnerable. You understand what this means Richard.


Richard Arcane: .... is there any other way? Please you cannot suspend our programming upon the "feeling" that my Creature wrestlers has anything to do with the disappearance of that innocent child.

Chane McMahon: You must understand Richard, that the NSA is on your side and are simply protecting its investments. The suspension is merely temporary of course... once the investigation concludes and CW is cleared... then everything will be like it used to be.


Richard Arcane: I do not feel comfortable with NSA involvement in this matter!


Chane was about to speak but then, The Reverend holds his left hand out stopping him from speaking any further. As the view slowly zooms inward on Rev. Jones face- he removes his hat exploding his dirty bleached blond head with some gray fuzz around his ears. Reverend's eyes were the most bizarre that Richard have ever seen... they were a bright sky blue with a catlike pupil.


Reverend Jones: I have established a covenant with you. An unbreakable bond of trust and respect. I look upon you Richard with sadden eyes- that you should place material concerns in-front of lives. We must avoid tragedy of Biblical proportions- the only way is to repent our sins so that one day we may go with God to the realm of the Almighty. This suspension Richard- is the only way to show the world that you are one with God and that lost child- O' God I pray that she is amongst the living, is CW's primary responsibility.


Looks at Reverend Jones like he has lost it
Richard Arcane: I just got one thing to say to you, what planet are you from?! IF CW IS SUSPENDED HOW IS MY BUSINESS GOING TO MAKE MONEY AND SURVIVE!!!


Reverend Jones clenches his skull cane and Chane removes a black check from his inside jacket




Reverend Jones: A small sum of 3 billion dollars and a compromise for your B4Pro division should suffice until the investigation is concluded son. Do not worry about such things, Richard, the Lord works in mysterious ways.



((ooc: Post is open))