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Vampiro: The Ebwf World Champion

The fog was particularly viscous that full moon night in March, flowing over the swamp like landscape of Grand Prairie, Louisiana like a dense toxic mist seeping from the mouth of Hell to smother the Earth. The headlights of his car, like the eyes of a cat, can normally pierce easily through the darkness even on the dimmest of new moon nights, but in this hell hole even the highlights where almost useless, barely illuminating a few feet in front of them. His hand reached to the car CD-player and turned off the god awful CD, in order for his brain to better focus on the driving in these ghastly conditions.

The needle in his gas gauge pointed toward E, not nearly enough fuel to get to his destination. But he was in luck. He spotted the glow of big red Texaco star sign, even in this fog. The car almost pulled into the service station by itself. He had been to this station so many times for gas, beer and smokes that pulling into it is like a jet on autopilot. Roughly he shoved the hard nuzzle of the gas pump into the willing mouth of the car's gas tank. After a couple minutes, the gas pump had unloaded its fluid.

Old Man: Some fog we got tonight, eh?

…came an elderly voice in craggy, nasal voice sounding like sand being ejected from one's nostrils.

The reporter jumped slightly, startled by the voice.

Reporter: Yeah,

He answered...

Reporter: some fog.

He slowly pivoted his body a half turn and discovered the source of the voice. A wizened old man approached him slowly, his lithe body silhouetted by the hot lights of the service station.. His dark overcoat made a slight ruffling noise has he shuffled toward him.

Old Man: So what's a young man like yourself doin'; out on the road on a night like this anyways?

Reporter: Well,

he answered as if it was any of his business..

Reporter: I'm on my way to New Orleans. I'm a writer for a pro wrestling magazine? I’m planning on visiting Xibulba near the strip.

Old Man: Xibulba? What the devil for?

Reporter: I'm working on a piece about The DARK ANGEL. I thought I'd visit the club where he used to hang out, you know to draw inspiration. It should still be shut down anyway.

Old Man: Damn Freaky goths always goin' to that blasted club! I got some inspiration for you! You know them boys Vampiro and, what the hell was that other boy's name, Hall?

Reporter: Yeah, I knew of 'em. Why?

Old Man: After that crazy bastard Vampiro killed his brother and tried to kill himself, folks have been turn' up dead in those parts. Now I ain't crazy, no matter what you might think of me. And I ain't religious. I mean I believe in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, but I ain't no religious nut or bible thumping bunt cake maker.

He paused for a moment, trying to find his words.

Old Man: But they say Vampiro is back in town.

Reporter: Back?

He asked incredulously.

Reporter: What do you mean…back? He is the Leader of the most group on wrestling the NWO! He’s was at No Way Out and beat the living hell outta aj styles and then destroyed y2j in a cage.

Old Man: What I mean, boy, is that he’s back at Xibulba and that sign is turned on again! The last time that sign was lit more than 17 people disappeared. That's what all the town folks in New Orleans are sayin' and I believe 'em too. Don't you know that when you commit suicide it's a mortal sin? Haven't you seen the papers? Every time that moon comes up, folks turn up dead out there! I’m tellin’ ya that maniac ain’t no wrestler, he’s a real demon straight outta the Bible. This is his battleground…and this is Hell.

It was true that there were a lot mysterious deaths in New Orleans in the last three years. The police, however, haven't attributed them to the wrestler at all, even if they have tried many times in the past. No matter how many times they’ve brought him in, nothing was ever conclusive and he could never be charged. All they have is suspicion. New Orleans is in fact one of the most crime ridden cities in North America, it wouldn’t surprise anyone if the dark and gothic communities had an inner sect that was doing all of this over the years, even if it wasn’t their advertised style.

Reporter: Yeah, right…..Whatever. I might look you up later so you can tell me more of these fairy tales about wrestlers killing people. Wrestling fiction and storylines just fly off the shelf nowadays, I’m surprised how many people actually believe them.

Old Man: All right, young man. I'm gonna warn you one last time, you little cynical fool! Those folks in them parts got religion, some of it might be voodoo, but for the most part they are good Christians. They don't take kindly to outside folks messin' in their business or their city! You best just stay away if you know what's good for ya! Don't say I didn't warn ya. Those local Christians know when evil is around and they don’t take lightly to it at all. Name's Chuck Bowers, look me up if you get in any trouble.

The old man disappeared into the night just as mysteriously as he emerged from it and almost as mysterious as the way the warning changed from being about wrestlers into interfering with the religion of the people of New Orleans.

After paying for his gas, he was on his way again. The slow, foggy drive to New Orleans on the back roads was peaceful, aside from the strange encounter with the old man, uneventful as his car made its way down highway 79. The reporter did notice that he was the only car on the road. Not one single car came by in the opposite direction, and none headed in his direction either. He attributed the lack of traffic to it being near midnight and the fog; still it was a bit unusual to not encounter a single other vehicle in the entire three hour drive until he reached Belle Chase on the gulf side of New Orleans.

Finally, a few minutes after midnight, he arrived in the French Quarter in the backstreets. Something, like a slendor crackhead dashed across road in front of his car. His heart racing from the near accident, instinctively he leaned into the car horn and slammed on the breaks. He noticed a young couple about a mile and half from Bourbon Street on the sidewalk. The young man was holding the hair back of his young girlfriend as she barfed up god knows what on the building. A few homeless people stumbled around the corner and started tugging on the clothes of the young couple. Defenseless and drunk they tried the young man attempted to fight them off. Finally, they managed to pull her purse out from between her arms and in a strange hypnotic manner turned and stumbled off into the low lying fog of a nearby alley. The reporter quickly pressed the automatic locks for his doors and rolled up his window. He slowly turned each corner through the darkness looking for the infamous night club. Finally he saw a line of dark goths and with a sigh of relief parked his car. He sat there for a moment..wondering…

Reporter: Humm..strange..I could have sworn the club has been closed. Maybe there is something to that old man’s stories after all.

He took a swig from a flask and tossed it back in the glove box. He felt his coat pocked to make sure he had is notepad and pen and stepped out on the dark streets of the French Quarter. As he walked along the line of misfits, they all turned away from him, never revealing their eyes. Finally he made the last turn and saw the blazing sign of Xibulba, the so called entrance to Hell.

He walked up to the bald headed bouncer with tattoos in place of his hair and flashed his reporter credentials.

Bouncer: This club is private, so piss off and go to the Deja Vu or something.

Reporter: This club has been seen in New York, Chicago, California and New Orleans. Is it all the same club or does it move?

Bouncer: Beats me, I just work here. Now if you don’t get the hell off my step, I’ll bruise your skull.

The reporter tried again..

Reporter: Is the wrestler Vampiro here tonight?

Bouncer: Who? The Dark Angel? Get real, he doesn’t come here anymore and if he did I wouldn’t let you talk to him anyway. Now I’m warning you little reporter boy, get the hell outta here before I bash your fucking balls in, either that or I’ll feed you to your new friends there in line.

The reporter backed up a few steps, looked up at the sign one last time and then turned away. He stopped dead in his tracks after a few short steps.

Let him through!

The reporter turned around to see the famous wrestler turning his back and heading back inside the club. The bouncer knodded at the reporter and unhooked the rustic chain blocking the door.

Bouncer: Watch yourself in there, cause we’ll be watching you.

The reporter smirked with sarcasm as he stepped inside the club. He almost had to put his hands over his ears immediately as the band MurderDolls blasted out their haunting music. A few devilishly beautiful goths brushed their hands over his shoulders as he passed through the club trying to keep up with Vampiro, who seemed to be leading him to the back depths of the club that to some were only rumored to exist.

He followed the Evil Vampiro down the stairway until the walls started to leak water. Knowing they were below sea level as scary enough, but for it to feel like the walls were weeping was a whole other story. He had to set his fear and imagination to the side if he was going to go through with this. Finally they reached a lair at the end of a long dark hall. He couldn’t see the Dark Angel at all, but he could feel his presence and he definitely couldn’t avoid listening to the sound of rattling chains just ahead of him.

Vampiro: Who the Hell are you and what do you want? I don’t do many interviews so make it fast. I much to prepare for.

Despite any fears the reporter stood his ground and put on his game face.

Reporter: Well, since I can’t write in the dark..

The Dark Angel interrupted him..

Vampiro: Your eyes will adjust in time…

Reporter: I have a keen memory, so I’ll just get on with it. I’m hearing a lot of stories about murder and accusations that lead to you Vampiro. Is any of this true?

Vampiro: ahahahah..I like that. There is no fear in your voice, even if the smell from you is full of it. If I were guilty of any of those atrocities, why would I tell you? On the record, no I’m not responsible for any of it.

Reporter: That is good to know, I can rest at ease now.

Vampiro: Can you now?

The reporter clears his throat and loosens his collar.

Reporter: Were you aware that the body of your alleged brother is missing from its grave?

Vampiro: No, why don’t you enlighten me?

Reporter: Two weeks ago the body of Acid was found to be missing. The caretaker there at the cemetery said that the entire grave had been dug up over night.

Vampiro: No matter, probably wrestling fanatics. He did have somewhat of a cult following.

Reporter: As do you.

Vampiro: If you say so…

The sounds of the chains continued rattle all around him. He could hear faint whimpers in the darkness, but his eyes not yet adjusted.

Reporter: After your brother’s death, you disappeared from the ranks of Ebwf for quite some time, only to remerge and destroy everyone in your path on your 6 month Lightweight title reign and then won the ic title win and your world title regin and have two titles as we speak, and had the longest winning streak in ebwf. How did you feel about that?

: I answered this crap before..why are you really here..who sent you?

I’m doing a piece for a wrestling magazine. Under court order, I cannot divulge the name of the magazine to you at this time.

Vampiro: Smells like bullshit to me…you better get this interview over with…

Reporter: Fine..okay…a quick question about Xibulba. Does this club move with you and are you the official owner of the establishment?

Vampiro: This club travels from city to city as do I. Most counties do not allow it to stay open for long. And to answer your question..no..I am not the owner. However, I do share a common interest with him.

Reporter: And do you care to release the name at this time?

Vampiro: Hell no..its none of your damn business. Now get on with it and quit stalling with this bullshit. My patience is growing thinner every second and I can barely stand your presence and the foul odor protruding from it.

Reporter: As the a current holder of the EBWF World Title and Lightweight Title and what are your thoughts of everyone gunning for you ?

Vampiro: Ahhh..now your getting somewhere. These titles will not leave The Dark Angel’s hands. I’m not concerned, besides The Dark Angel is way ahead of Ebwf management. I am the best so fuck the rest! And you can beat christian will feel my wrath very soon. He has crossed the line and now pay for his sins with his life! Christian and jindrak are marked men! I shall stain the walls of Ebwf with there blood! Just like last week as I destroyed Aj styles and Y2j! I have showned time and time again why I am the King of the Moutain! Why I am the best in this damn business and the most feared wrestler in this sport! And now hardy is the next to feel my wrath! He shall feel what it is like to becoem another victim of the Dark Angel! See Hardy I dont need the NWO to win my matches! I destroy everyone that is placed in my path! Ebwf is running out of victims for me to leave a bloody mess! But dont worry hardy your soul I shall claim come smackdown! I shall put and end to your mouth like the rest that have flapped there gums and said they have what it takes to beat vampiro! You see Where they are now just more victims of the Nail in the Coffin!

Reporter: How do you feel about your next match with matt hardy?

Vampiro: Hardy…the man who lives in his brothers shadow…the man that lets two girls get in his way that cost him a match against aj styles. The man that wishes he was Light Weight Champion, but couldn’t cut the mustard in his few attempts to get a shot at me and this belt. He may be a popular guy out of the ring and a sack of greasy and molded potatoes inside the ring, but a match with the Dark Angel isn’t about who is popular, its about who is bloodthirsty and who is not. It’s about who can be painted in their own blood and still finish the match. It’s about competitors who can go to the very edges of Hell and still come back with a smile on their face after so much pain and agonizing torment. It’s about pleasure through pain and the power to wield it. It’s about loving what you do and not caring about what people see. It’s about respect and nothing about gold. Hardy once had a crusade to take out the old version of the Nwo one by one. Never realizing or accepting that it was never going to happen in the first place. I can’t fault him for dreaming though. Even Losers dream…yes, I would say I’m tickled to take on this little arrogant Jeff Hardy wannabe bastard. I do respect him in some regards and to be honest I’m excited because the competition in Ebwf so far has been less than meaningful by any account. A once great empire has fallen into oblivion, that was the time when people like Jeff Hardy were famous. But still…I am Nwo at heart and Matt Hardy freelances from fed to fed in search of gold and being noticed. He has no pride, only wishful thinking. He wants this more than ever to prove that he can hold a victory over a man long who has dominated in this federation. Just for the opportunity to say..yes..I defeated The Dark Angel..I have done what no other could do..He wants to be the man to bring down the Devil. I’ve got news for him and the entire Ebwf, whether he wins one battle, several or none, he will never be the man that brings this Pyscho down. He may win by disqualification all day and night, but he will never get a clear count over the Dark Angel. But one thing can be certain, all of the battles will never be forgotten…and he will never forget them. Smackdown is his superbowl, He gets to get his ass handed to him on a silver platter like all the rest that have come before him! See Everyone tries to come into Ebwf and Take out the Nwo and vampiro,But they all fail at there quest! See this aint no fairy tale matt,where you dress in your little pink tights and think you are gonna come slay the dragon. See I am the master of this kingdome and no one shall knock me from my throne! Come smackdown matt you will be the latest victim of the Nail in the Coffin and Vampiro!

Matt came out here and decided to speak his mind again. Matt is now trapped in the mindset that he sees the truth and that his truth is the only truth. In reality the only truth that exists in Ebwf is the truth I have created. The truth that I buried into Ebwf’s soul with every single victory I gained. The truth is that matt is nothing.. And I am still his superior!Never once did I state I was unfeeling. I even went as far as to say I had a heart. As for me being perfect. I am as close to perfect as you will get in Ebwf. These last eight months I have only lost…what…3 matches. This year I have only lost in one big match and that was because I was a little off the deep end.. However fighting for that belt for so long and defending it as I did also instills a strong amount of courage. The word “fear” has no connection to the man that I am. I fear nothing and no one. Never have I exhibited any amount of fear whatsoever. You have done nothing to prove yourself worthy of a shot against me. You can make the claim that you have never lost a war all you want but you are in desperate need at the moment. You are losing the war against me and soon time will become your enemy. Egocentric? Yes. Maniacal? Sure. A coward? No way in hell. No one has broken me and no one will. You claim I am a coward but have nothing to back that up. I accepted every single challenge brought before me. When jeff hardy, and y2j was just becoming big I stepped up to face him. I took the match and you all saw what happened. I am the Gratest LightWeight in history and you think I did that through cowardice? If you wish for pain and oblivion, I will be happy to oblige. I just hope that you are ready for the consequences. Smackdown I shall reveal to you the real truth. You will come to the realization that what have I done and said is the truth. I am prepared for this final battle with you Matt. We will see how much of a coward I am when I defeat you and pin your lifeless body to the mat Faith can be the most dangerous thing to ever happen. It can also be the greatest. I have faith. I have a great deal of it. But I do not put my faith into some priest. I do not put my faith in some fictional god. I place my faith in myself. I have faith in knowing what I am capable of and what I can do. As much as you want to believe and have faith that your insecurities have been lifted you are in for a very sad awakening at my hands. I truly do hate that I have to be the one to do this but by the end of it all you will feel better. Not physically but mentally. I will restore some sense into you with my bare hands and may even take some steps further to ensure this message is burned into your mind. There will be no magical holy light glowing in that ring. Only darkness. There will be no feeling of peace. Only pain. If you believe they have blessed you so be it. But you better hope that they blessed you with the ability to defeat me.

But don’t worry matt. I shall reveal everything to you on Smackdown.

The reporter can sense the adrenaline flowing through the veins of the Dark Angel as his voice grows more and more like Satan himself in tone with every passing word.

Vampiro: Matt will have his day, His day of destuction comes at smackdown against the Evil of the Dark Angel. He will be lucky to get out off of that crucifix alive. He can more than expect that the crucifix he will be bound too will be inverted to coincide with the outcome of his dreams and hopes. I can only handle so much religion. And if his ass won’t stay put when I tie those knots, I’ll bash rust stained stakes through his fucking hands and feet until he does. Matt and 3lk …what a complete disaster. They will fail in their task, as they always seem too. The Nwo is spawned from champions, the 3lk is spawned from wannabe's that never came to be. I’m surprised how much a man’s ego can inflate being put in a main event with the Dark Angel. Matt fears those he keeps close, smart..but that veil of hope won’t last forever.

The reporter’s eyes begin to come around as he starts seeing shadows of people chained to the walls and hanging from the chains surrounding him.

Reporter: Vampiro, have you started to believe your own hype? You know…your own EBWF storylines?

Vampiro walks right in front of him and then off into the darkness again.

Vampiro: Why do you say this my friend and who said anything about…storylines?

Reporter: Well..I’m looking around and seeing things that could very well be illegal quite frankly.

Vampiro: Illegal? In the eyes of whom?

He emerges from the darkness with a dagger in one hand and a rusty mallet in the other. The reporter starts backing away slowly cringing.

Vampiro: Relax my little cynical friend. I wouldn’t need these things to do harm to you anyway.

Reporter: Cynical? Did you know you were the second person to say that to me tonight?

The Dark Angel stops dead in his tracks laughing wickedly toward the rafters above hidden in the darkness.

Vampiro: Yes…yes I did.

The reporter’s mouth drops…

Reporter: So you…I mean he….this has all…

Vampiro: That’s right, Acid wasn’t the only one to have a cult following.

He quickly clutches the reporter’s throat and squeezes as he lifts him from the floor.

Vampiro: You’ve been marked since Lake Charles. Like all puppets that are lead here, you have come with a purpose. Just not the purpose you thought. How does it feel to be set up and walk right into the doors of your own death willingly?

He squeezes harder and harder as the reporter kicks his legs and attempts to reach out to the chains to pull himself up to loosen the hold.

Vampiro: Welcome to my Bloody Chapel. I have a message for the EBWF officials who put you up to this. You know…those pesky rats that sent you here who don’t want me in their precious federation. Oh how they loved things so much better without the threat of competition. After such a long Light Weight title reign they were pissed that everyone that they throw at me I leave a bloody mess and laid out from the Nail in the Coffin.See No one can take that belt from and no one will take my World Title from me! Only, it won’t be you that sends this message back for me, though it will be written in your very own blood.

Blood begins to seep through the bottom of his eye sockets as the people chained in the darkness begin to groan heavily with excitement and hop around rattling their restraints.

Vampiro: The NWO of the Wicked is larger than you can possibly imagine. It grows with each passing night. The members spawned from hell itself…the homeless, the unfortunate, the lost and the drug addicted. In the service of Satan they devote their every movement and dying breath. Will you do the same? Afterall…Pain is God here!

Blood finally blasts from the reporter’s mouth as it sprays on the chest of the Dark Angel. Vampiro lowers the twitching body onto a table and dips the edge of his dagger in the bloody mouth and then down a sheet of parchment. After a few moments of writing he begins bashing the face in of the twitching corpse harder and harder until very little but bloody pulp is left on the table. Bludgeoned skin and warm blood splash across the room, as a couple of the chained gimp freaks crawl over and lick it from the cold floor while caressing their chains.

Soon The Dark Angel makes his way through the darkness and across the intense dance floor before pausing for a moment with the bouncer. He reaches around, patting his own pockets before finding an envelope addressed to a wrestling federation. He hands it to the bouncer who notices a spot of blood on the white envelope.

Vampiro: Here, mail this.

Bouncer: Hey is this blood man?

Vampiro smirks..

Vampiro: Nah man…red ink.

Bouncer: Well, you’ve got a spot of red ink on your face too.

Vampiro wipes it off with his knuckle and steps out into the fog covered streets of the French Quarter.

A few days later the envelope arrives at Ebwf headquarters. It makes its way to Tony’s desk along with a chunk of bills and contracts. Tony brushes through the mail to find this curious letter and glides his letter opener across the seam. Unfolding it on his desk he soon realizes who has written it.

“ Ebwf..protect yourself from my bloody hands. Long have I waited for the birth of what is to come. Matt will be another to be sacrificed, but you can count on more. There is no way in hell that a freelance wrestler who is only in our federation to hold gold and remain popular will defeat The Dark Angel. Vampiro has been here for a long while. NWO runs through my veins like venom through a serpent. And after I crucify Matt’s lifeless body and roll his bloody fucking head down the entrance ramp towards your very feet, you will realize that this unholy war has only just begun and the Dark Angel has only begun the sick twizted carnage of destruction threw Ebwf. The era of the Nwo is rising, and Matt nor any member of The 3lk or peep crew will be the one to stop it before it even begins. Old friend, know this..The Dark Angel will not fall for just anyone. There will be countless copycat wrestlers, but he will not fall until a new true dark idol is spawned from within. Expect more blood on your hands until then…….…VAMPIRO“