***Dylan stood center stage in front of the massively sold out crowd in St. Louis... there was a fierce feeling of uncertainty surrounding the situation as he stood there, speechless, only smiling for a moment...***

His voice strong, deep and stern, Dylan speaks,
“Something... something that is foreseen, something that was promised...”
His faintly focused eyes look up to the ceiling as a tight smile crinkles the corner of his mouth,
“Chosen was I, and I know you all...”
he points out to the crowd,
“...remember who I am. Our plan has worked quite well...”
Dylan scoffs a bit,
“I didn't even have to get my hands that dirty.”

“What in the world is he talking about King?”
J.R. Asks Jerry King,

“Darkspade is dead... hahahahahah! Soon you shall all know just what it means to feel complete DARKNESS!!!!”

***The lights in the stadium cut back out, only leaving the icy blue spotlight over top of Dylan.***

“...I am... I am the chosen one... I am... DYLIOUS!!!!!!!”

***Dylious thrusts his arms up into the air, the stadium begins shaking to his roar as the icy blue light once more thrusts away from Dylious, lighting the entire arena in that color. Calmly composing himself Dylious speaks quietly this time into the microphone, energy flowing from his body...***

“Who dares be the next to witness?”