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* The scenes open in a old abandoned graveyard, dating back to 1594. It is close to mid night and there is a class 3 hurricane blowing, with the accompy of thunder and lightning.*
Camera-man: (shouting over the wind) Are you sure this is where we are supposed to be?
Alex: I am very sure, i dont get alot of notes written in blood on my office wall.
Camera-man: What??!!You never mentioned that the note was written in blood on the wall.
Alex: would you have come had i told you that?
Camera-man: HELL! NO!! I mean i got screwed into going with Mic into the lair of those two nuts! Now this!!! I hate you man! I am going home!
Alex: Dont you dare! If you do i will tell Chaos that you called his mom a whore!
Camera-man: That is extortion!
Alex: Damn Straight it is!
Camera-man: Fine, lets just get it over and done with. Where are we going??
Alex: Over to that Mausoleum! *he points to a mausoleum that appears to be like the centre peice of the graveyard*
Camera-Man: To or in??!
Alex: In, unfortuantely.
Camera-man: *his face dropping* That thing looks as old as the graveyard.
Alex: It probably is. But that is what the note said. and i am not about to argue
Camera-man: Argue with who?? you dont even know left the note for you.
Alex: I know but the promise of information about Bläck Dragön is too much to resist.
Camera-man: Atleast we are almost there, it took us an hour to walk across this place and it will take twice aslong to get back in this weather. And the longer Im here the creeper it gets.
*As the Camera-man finish speaking he reaches up and turns his camera on, and alex is about to step onto the concrete of the mausoleum.*
Camera-man: Hey what does that sign over the door say??
Alex: Well...my latin is a little rusty.
Camera-man: Not alot of use since highschool?
Alex: Ya not much call for it in the wrestling business.
Camera-man: So what does it say?
Alex: I am sure i'm wrong, so what does it matter?
Camera-man: No tell me!
Alex: Fine! It says Devil's Throat.
Camera-man: *Turning ghostly white* Oh..... *his voices fades into the wind.*
*Alex takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and lifts his foot and is about to step onto the concrete again, when he is interupted yet again. This time by the opening of the heavy lead door. As the door opens the unmistakable stench of rotting flesh can be smelt, even with the gale force winds. As the door opens further and cloaked person comes into view. The face of the person can not be seen. But the burlap sac which they carry is obviously containing something wet and foul.*
Alex: Are you the one who left me the message? *both Alex and the Camera-man are fitting the urge to vomit.*
*The mysterious figure. places the bag at his feet and closes the door to the Devil's Throat. They reach up to the hood of their cloak, revealing metalic gauntlets that cover their hands, and pulls the hood from off their head. Both Alex and the camera-man gasp as the figure exposes himself to be Bläck Dragön, himself*
Bläck Dragön: I wasn't sure you would be man enough to show your face.
Alex: Uh....Hi... I dont know i why i am asking this but why were you in there, and ..... *he swallows hard* whats in the bag?
*Bläck Dragön only laughs and as the laugh escapes from behind his mask. the camera gives into the stench of the sac, and vomits.*
Bläck Dragön: I have been refered to as insane, nuts, interest and unknown. Nothing could be more far off. And as far as the comments from Neo Flame. As far as being a male dominated sport. You dont need to worry about being beat by a man again.
Alex: *interuppting* Your not a man?!
Bläck Dragön: *Grabbing Alex by the throat* Do not make the mistake of interupting me again. because you will not be as fortunate as this time. *He releases the horrified ALex* NO i am not a man. i am a GOD! I am far superior to any man....or women for that matter. And as far as information that you came for.
Alex: Yes, we are wondering where you came from, and tell us a little about what you have done.
Bläck Dragön: *hitting Alex with the burlap sac* I told you not to inturpt me! I dont normally tell people anything twice, however i think it is important that Neo Flame hears what i have to say. Next time i will throw you down the Devil's Throat. As far as what i have done is concerned, well a will give you just a few of the things and people i am reponsible for, each one is more evil than the last:
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnny Ray, South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio, Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, Television, North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe, Rosenbergs, H Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom, Brando, The King And I, and The Catcher In The Rye. Eisenhower, Maciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye, Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev, Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc, Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dancron, Dien Bien Phu Falls, Rock Around the Clock, Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team, Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland, Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev, Princess Grace, Peyton Place, Trouble in the Suez, Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac, Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, Bridge On The River Kwai, Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball, Starkwether, Homicide, Children of Thalidomide
Buddy Holly, Ben Hur, Space Monkey, Mafia, Hula Hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go, U2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy,Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo, Hemingway, Eichman, Stranger in a Strange Land, Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion, Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatlemania, Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson, Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British Politician sex, Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again, Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock, Begin, Reagan, Palestine, Terror on the airline, Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan, Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide, Foreign debts, homeless Vets, AIDS, Crack, Bernie Goetz, Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law, Rock and Roller cola wars, J.F.K. blown away, what else do I have to say? Did you catch all that? No of course not you could never know what i know, see what i see. I started the fire, and it is always burning, since the world’s been turning. And you wont be able to fight it. Neo Flame you cant hide from me, not even behind that child of a trainer of yours, or that elderly old man Ultimo Dragon, not EVEN in the deepest recesses of your own mind. I am going to destroy each part of your mind peice by peice. There is nothing i wont do. Nothing i wont become, nothing i wont destroy, nobody i wont hurt. I will destroy your mind and devoir your soul. And in the event that there is nething left of your torn and tatured body. I will toss it aside like the pile of shit it is. if you are lucky i will make you my minion. however it is more to my liking to toss....
Camera-man: Down Devil's Throat??!
*No sooner than the words escape the mans lips, Bläck Dragön grips him with such furocity that the man could not keep hold of the camera*
Camera-man: *as alex picks the camera to tape all the events unfolding* I....I....I....P-P-P....PLEASE.....
*However these would be the last sounds to escape the mans lips. Bläck Dragön quickly and unbelievably smashed the mans skull into the stone pillar of the mausoleum.*
Alex: I can't believe you did that!!!! You....You... CRUSHED HIS SKULL BEYOND RECOGNITION!!!! MY GOD!!!
Bläck Dragön: I TOLD YOU TWO NOT TO INTERUPT ME! *he allows the lifeless mass of ex-human to fall to the ground. Alex is unable to hear the last words or breathe escape the man over the howling of the wind.* I only have one last thing to say. This is not a threat, Neo Flame, it is a Godly decree. After i destroy your mind and devour your soul, i will allow Tony Chaos to ravage your body in any way he pleases. ANd when he is done i will have my minions dig your grave with your skull. I will enjoy torturing you mind body and soul. No will be no more. and you wont be the last. You however will be the luckiest of those to suffer from here on out. *With that said Bläck Dragön reaches down and removes the man's heart with his bare hands and adds it to the contents of his bag. This act is quickly followed by his throwing of the bloody remains down into the Devil's Throat. He then pulls the cloak over his head again and turns and kneels at the door. Through the cracked lens Alex catches it all and he records the mans final words before the tape runs out*
Bläck Dragön: (in a mix of some odd language and english) Neo Flame bhuudesco rudsceleratus at the hands of my pestis cruento crunatus Shaantitus and myself. He will then enter the Pretiacruento through his cruento paashaeximus>
*The tape then ends*