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Vampiro

The scene begins with the sounds of house music echoing from the gate to hell known as Xibulba. Inside the scene remains the same. Everyone is in a trance dancing his or her lives away. The doors to the club suddenly swing open. Vampiro walks in and people move out of his way. He quickly passes through the crowd and enters the back room. Inside the walls are still covered in blood and white powder. Vampiro walks around and is almost in a daze. He runs his hand across the wall as he makes his way through the back. Things start to get hazy. Vampiro looks over and a blur of a shadow that looks like Hall moves across with three Goth chicks following behind him. Vampiro slowly turns his head and stares down the hall. The theme of afraid of me is not missed in Xibulba. Women grope each other’s around them take turns shooting up. Vampiro turns his attention back towards the center of the hall. Francine is leaning against a wall and looks over at Vampiro. Vampiro smirks and continues on his way. Vampiro can see a giant metal sliding door in front of him. He reaches out for it but suddenly drops to one knee. Vamp breaths in heavily as he looks around. From the ground he lifts up a half empty bottle of tequila and takes a swig. The tequila runs down Vamp’s throat until there is no more. Vamp taps the bottom of the bottle and tilts it back towards his mouth. The tequila worm drops in and Vamp chews it up before swallowing. Vamp smashes the bottle on the metal door and collapses. Vamp remains on the ground until Francine runs towards him. She begins yelling at Vamp as he continues to lie motionless on the ground. Vamp’s voice which was once so pure and a source of happiness for vamp becomes an aliens voice. First deep and then high and then regular and the cycle starts again.

Vamp stares up with his half open bloodshot eyes. His hair falls in front of his face as Francine slaps Vamp to try and revive him. The ground turns to air as Vamp is lifted up. Vamp watches as the metal blur of a door opens. The figure from before carries Vamp through the door and out another. The light suddenly becomes dark as Vamp finds himself floating through the darkened ally. Unsure of what to make of this Vamp smiles and slips into unconsciousness. A bright light fills the darkness and he is swept away in it. Vamp is lost and consumed by the light when he begins to walk. He stares around and covers his eyes from the light. A sense of urgency falls upon him. He suddenly begins to run…

Faster…

Faster…

Faster…

A voice fills the air. “Run!”. Vamp doesn’t hesitate and turns away. His light sprints become desperate dashes. The light gaining on him Vamp runs as fast as his legs can take him. His lungs burning from sprinting so fast but Vamp doesn’t care. Warm sweat pours from his head and hits the air before disappearing into his imagination. The light begins to disappear. He is lost and confused as he continues to sprint. Without warning the bright light appears in front of him. It rushes towards him…

Faster….

Faster….

Faster….

Vamp is at the mercy of the light before him. Exhausted he drops to his knees. The air continues to act as the ground as He stares up at the light. A castle comes into view. Vamp smiles at the sight and notices it’s the castle he built when Lynch Mob existed. The rides all come into view and are there. The Market Crash, The Coffee Mugs, The Slides, and Vamp’s favorite ride, the Train. A bright flash fills the image. When the light disappears the entire place is burning with flames. Vamp’s face is illuminated by orange light as he watches his dream burn to the ground. He yells for it to stop and pounds his fist to the ground…he swings but the ground makes no sound because it’s nothing but air. In a gesture unseen before tears begin to fall from Vamp’s eyes. He buries his head down into hands and begs for it to stop. With a thud everything ends. Silence fills the ashes and the final ride falls to the ground. He wipes the tears from his eyes and looks back up at the image. The ashes suddenly begin to move! Vamp watches in complete shock and awe as the ashes begin to float into the air. Every little morsel moves about full of life. The ashes move about and come together to form a castle made of ashes. The rides are rebuilt but now look like something made out of rotting wood rather than brand new steel. Vamp realizes what he is seeing and begins to laugh to himself. The final piece of the image fills the air. The remaining ashes turn a bright red and form the phrase DARK ANGEL. The letters suddenly shatter as Vamp feels a sharp pain come across his face. The darkness begins to disappear as a familiar voice fills the air.

VAMP! WAKE UP!

Another voice fills the air that has him smiling.

What the hell are you doing? let me try!

Another sharp pain comes across Vamp’s face. A frustrated Vamp suddenly begins floating out from the imagination he was in. The darkness disappears completely as he opens his eyes. Above him Francine and Beulah watch. Vamp looks over to see Beulah’s hand coming down again. He quickly reaches out and stops her. He sits up to the relief of all around him. He looks around and sees he is in a hospital bed. He looks around at the people and speaks.

Please…get away from me…

Just as Vamp says that a nurse walks into the room. She explains visiting hours are over and everyone in the room leaves. The night goes by without problems. In the early morning hours Francine returns. She steps into the room but finds no one there. The bed is cleaned neatly and everything is folded at the edge of it. As Francine stands in the empty hospital room thinking of where he is, Vamp stands in front of the Pacific Ocean. The sun rising in front of him as he looks out. he is wearing a black trench coat and has on a pair of black jeans and a NWO shirt. A pair of sunglasses covers his face as he looks out. Slowly he begins to speak as if to himself.

Vampiro: How long has this been going on now? The past eight months have been quite the ride for Ebwf and me. The past eight months I have dominated every opponent and have set a record breaking Title Reign. Everyone was beaten…no one was left. So we went to the number 1 contender. What name comes out? The most undeserving piece of shit I have ever seen. But that’s the thing with these number 1 contender matches anybody can win. Congratulations Styles. You are the only person to ever be granted a Light Weight shot after being here not so long.

Vampiro looks down at his hand. “NWO” is written in black ink on his bare flesh. Rev smiles and looks out once more.

Vampiro: Dreams…do they mean anything? Some things you only want to experience once. The little dream I had I would have never liked to experience. But it did something that I never thought it could do. The gates that My Sick World have been opened further. The Dark Angel is anxious to add another victim and it seems fitting that it’s some new blood. I am glad to hear you are so enthusiastic about giving me a war and show people will remember for the ages. But as the days pass and as the challenger’s come and go, the legend that has become Vampiro continues to live. The legend grows with each waking hour and with each pin fall. You are damn right you have a golden opportunity Styles. Making promises is something I never do. Why? Just like you learned first hand, sometimes you can’t keep up to what you say. I had high hopes for you. In fact I have had high hopes for the past three opponents. Everyone told me all about the Y2j…but when he met me in the ring I shoved the y2j down his throat and showed him exactly where so called great's here in Ebwf ranked in my order of fears. Hardy taunted me endlessly…but he too went down. Orton…a man who everyone thought was going to defeat me ended up being crushed by me. And now…I have you. I thought a good deal of you until you uttered “Vampiro, That Title and Your ASS Is Mine!”. A pitiful comment from a pity of a man. The thought that went into that even rivals the thought John Cena puts into his raps.

And then…

And then we move from that amazing mind provoking comment to a dream. A dream unlike mine. A dream that twelve-year-old boys have when thinking of getting into this business. A dream every single person in EBWF has.

Some how I knew you would be here.

Vampiro's thoughts are broken as he turns. Francine stands with a blanket in hand. Vamp smirks and holds his hand out to her. She takes it and Vamp leads her to a seat on the dock. He sits next to her.

What are you thinking about?

What else…listen…you caught me at a really bad time.

All you do is think about your next opponent. Do you ever think about me?

Yeah…I always think about how you always question me about these things.

No seriously…what are you thinking about?

ah I know about that…

Then tell me…what do you see about Style’s dream?

Francine takes a breath before continuing.

Well I see…

Styles is standing in the ring with you as the crowd is going wild. They are screaming at the top of their lungs and Styles is livid. He is feeding off the crowd brilliantly and there you are. Just standing in the corner like you would. There would be no trash talk. You are above that by now. You swing at Styles and Styles ducks. The time seems to nearly stop as Styles elbows you in the ribs. The crowd is going crazy as you bend over in pain.

What the fuck? Is this how you really see it?

Let me continue! Sheesh!

Anyway…You are bent over in pain. He charges you into the corner and hammers away at you. Lefts and rights are coming like a flurry from Ali himself! Styles pulls you from the turnbuckle and lifts you up. He hits the styles clash! Slowly he makes the cover. The ref’s hand moves in slow motion as Styles and the crowd watches it.

1…. Style's is yells at the ref to hurry up. The crowd is standing at the edge of their sanity as the ref’s hand comes up and down.

2…

The celebration is about to explode and the arena is about to erupt into cheers….

2 ½….

Style’s world begins to turn to dust…everything he has worked for is counting on this one final tap of the mat.

2 ¾….

Style'’s world collapses before his eyes as your shoulder shoot up off the ground! The crowd and Style's fall in shock and disbelief. Style's looks down and you have a smile on your face. Your right elbow immediately hits Style's clear across the chin. Style's is so distraught that you just kicked out that he is in a world of his own. He isn’t paying attention to anything that’s going on. A few buzz saw kicks later and you are back in control of the match. Style's is hit in the gut with a kick that bends him over. He is lifted up and BAM! The NAIL IN THE COFFIN hits and that’s all she wrote. The crowd screams at Style's to get up but he doesn’t.

1….

2….

3!

The kids in the crowd immediately begin to ball their eyes out. Women scream in horror…except for me and Beulah…and the rest begin to boo. You stand up with that cocky smile on your face and the ref hands you the Light Weight Title that you have held for so long now. You hold it up and another persons dream is crushed.

I must say that is exactly what was going through my head. But…lets see what happens. Look out into the sunrise. Don’t worry Francine…Styles will be defeated. The Dark Angel awaits another soul!

Francine puts her head on Vamp’s shoulder. The two look out as the scene fades to black.