Disclaimer..I'm only doing this once.. It applies to all of the chapters in this story. This is an AU story.. the characters are owned by WWE or by the individuals who created them but the portrayals are based upon the characters of an rp group. Monday Night RAW, Smackdown, and any other show titles are owned by WWE. Song lyrics are not mine, ask if you want the specifics.. In this reality.. anything goes because I say so. In this story, there was no roster split in the WWE.
Monday Night RAW was just starting, and the opening sequence was running when unexpectedly the picture and music were cutting off, leaving what appeared to be dead air as the television feed went black and the arena was plunged suddenly into darkness. The feed was still active though, and the voices of the ring announcers speculating the problem could be heard from somewhere in the darkness over the crowd's murmurs as a picture began to take shape on the large screen. All eyes were fixed on the titan-tron as an eerie melody filled the arena, a low mist rising to cover the ring. The audience was silent as camera angle changed to show a lone, black veiled woman, waiting on the steps of a small chapel as a procession of black vehicles slowly made their way down the narrow country rode toward her.
playground school bell rings again
rain clouds come to play again
The soft haunting lyrics echoed through every crevice of the building as four men stepped from their vehicles. All four men are dressed identically; black suits, leather gloves, top hats and black masks hiding their faces. Somberly, they make their way to the black hearse which had stopped at the end of the short path to the chapel. The woman slowly moved toward the group, her long dress moving with her body as she seemed to glide to the car.
has no one told you he's not breathing?
hello I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to
hello
As the men lift the casket from the hearse, the woman steps aside and allows the men to pass her before following them into the chapel.
if I smile and don't believe
soon I know I'll wake from this dream
The view changes and the audience watches from the front end of the sanctuary as the men move down the aisle, bringing the casket to rest on a large table at the head of the church. Other than the men and the woman, no one else is present within the church.
don't try to fix me I'm not broken
hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide
don't cry
The men step away and all but one file back down the aisle and toward the door as the forth man and the woman are left at the casket's edge. As the man moves to open the casket, the woman moves toward an open side door, as though she cannot bear to look inside the box. She stares out toward the graveyard at the lid is opened revealing Adam Copeland.
suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
hello I'm still here
all that's left of yesterday
Without looking back at the casket, the woman exits the chapel and crosses the small lawn of the church until she reaches the cemetery edge. The haunting music continues without voice, as in the moment were too profound for words. She reaches out, gently brushing her fingertips along the edge of the stone in front of her. The woman steps aside and the camera zooms in on the stone, a gasp emerging from the audience as they focus on the final shot:
ADAM 'EDGE' COPELAND
BELOVED BROTHER AND FRIEND
Loved by few, hated by many.