Standard Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story (more the pity). They are owned by the WWF. I am making no money from this little piece of drivel. There is no need for a lawsuit.
Lords of Darkness
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Raw is War here on TNN!" JR exclaimed as the pyrotechnics for Raw ended. "We are just under 24 hours removed from one of the most hellacious Judgment Day pay-per-views that I can remember, and who knows what the fallout from that will bring."
"That's right, JR," Paul Heyman agreed from his seat next to the other man. "One thing we do know...my Olympic Hero, Kurt Angle successfully recovered his gold medals from Chris Benoit, and tonight we will be honored to witness a reenactment of his historic medal ceremony."
"He got them back, alright, with more than a little help from his buddies Edge and Christian," JR groused, "also tonight the APA meets the Radicals in tag team action, Matt Hardy defends his European Title against X-Pac, and, in our main event, HHH and Stone Cold Steve Austin defend their Tag Team Titles against the team of Y2J Chris Jericho and the rabid wolverine Chris Benoit. It should be quite a night."
Suddenly their commentary was interrupted as all the lights in the arena went out.
"What the...what's going on?" JR asked in shock.
"I don't know," his partner replied nervously, "JR, did you touch something?"
"I had nothing to do with this, I promise," he told Paul as the crowd nervously began muttering. Their hypothesizing was ended as the long, low tolls of a bell came over the sound system...once, twice, three times...before being replaced by a haunting Latin chant.
"What IS this?" Paul cried, more than a little nervous at this unscheduled interruption.
"I'm afraid I might know," JR told him, remembering the last time he had witnessed an entrance like this.
Then there was a huge flash of blue light, followed by the return of the normal house lights. Everyone in the arena gave a shocked gasp when they saw the tall figure that had suddenly appeared in the center of the ring, concealed from head to tow in a black, satin trimmed robe.
Before Paul could question JR further the figure raised his hands and lowered the hood of his robe.
"The Undertaker," Paul gasped in surprise.
"No," JR corrected him, "not the Undertaker, it's the Lord of Darkness."
Then the Undertaker gestured for a microphone. Lifting it to his mouth, he began, "No doubt many of you are wondering what I'm doing out here. Everyone, myself included, had assumed that I had put the Lord of Darkness behind me. I returned to the light, became the American Badass, courted the fans' approval and tried, for the most part, to play by the rules in my quest for the WWF Championship. And what did this get me?" he asked, "Screwed. From Kurt Angle and his brother to Stone Cold Steve Austin and his little bitch HHH I have been cheated time and again. Well it stops here. I'm sick of playing by rules that no one else follows, and I'm sick of getting screwed over. Judgment Day was the last straw. The American Badass is dead, now there is ONLY the Lord of Darkness. And HHH, Vince, Austin...you're asses are MINE! When I am done the three of you will all rest in peace!"
Then red fire erupted from the ring posts and the machines near the stage entrance as Kane appeared.
"It's Kane," JR shouted, "I wonder how the Big Red Machine feels about this announcement from his brother."
Kane made his way to the ring and climbed in, moving to stand toe-to-toe with the Undertaker. The two giants stared into each other's eyes for several seconds, motionless, until Kane moved back slightly. As quickly as a striking cobra his hand flashed out...
...and grasped the Undertaker's in a firm handshake as fire exploded once again from the ring posts.
"Oh my God," Paul shouted into his microphone, "I don't believe it. The Brothers of Destruction have just become the Lords of Darkness!"
"And God save us all," JR added.
Lords of Darkness
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Raw is War here on TNN!" JR exclaimed as the pyrotechnics for Raw ended. "We are just under 24 hours removed from one of the most hellacious Judgment Day pay-per-views that I can remember, and who knows what the fallout from that will bring."
"That's right, JR," Paul Heyman agreed from his seat next to the other man. "One thing we do know...my Olympic Hero, Kurt Angle successfully recovered his gold medals from Chris Benoit, and tonight we will be honored to witness a reenactment of his historic medal ceremony."
"He got them back, alright, with more than a little help from his buddies Edge and Christian," JR groused, "also tonight the APA meets the Radicals in tag team action, Matt Hardy defends his European Title against X-Pac, and, in our main event, HHH and Stone Cold Steve Austin defend their Tag Team Titles against the team of Y2J Chris Jericho and the rabid wolverine Chris Benoit. It should be quite a night."
Suddenly their commentary was interrupted as all the lights in the arena went out.
"What the...what's going on?" JR asked in shock.
"I don't know," his partner replied nervously, "JR, did you touch something?"
"I had nothing to do with this, I promise," he told Paul as the crowd nervously began muttering. Their hypothesizing was ended as the long, low tolls of a bell came over the sound system...once, twice, three times...before being replaced by a haunting Latin chant.
"What IS this?" Paul cried, more than a little nervous at this unscheduled interruption.
"I'm afraid I might know," JR told him, remembering the last time he had witnessed an entrance like this.
Then there was a huge flash of blue light, followed by the return of the normal house lights. Everyone in the arena gave a shocked gasp when they saw the tall figure that had suddenly appeared in the center of the ring, concealed from head to tow in a black, satin trimmed robe.
Before Paul could question JR further the figure raised his hands and lowered the hood of his robe.
"The Undertaker," Paul gasped in surprise.
"No," JR corrected him, "not the Undertaker, it's the Lord of Darkness."
Then the Undertaker gestured for a microphone. Lifting it to his mouth, he began, "No doubt many of you are wondering what I'm doing out here. Everyone, myself included, had assumed that I had put the Lord of Darkness behind me. I returned to the light, became the American Badass, courted the fans' approval and tried, for the most part, to play by the rules in my quest for the WWF Championship. And what did this get me?" he asked, "Screwed. From Kurt Angle and his brother to Stone Cold Steve Austin and his little bitch HHH I have been cheated time and again. Well it stops here. I'm sick of playing by rules that no one else follows, and I'm sick of getting screwed over. Judgment Day was the last straw. The American Badass is dead, now there is ONLY the Lord of Darkness. And HHH, Vince, Austin...you're asses are MINE! When I am done the three of you will all rest in peace!"
Then red fire erupted from the ring posts and the machines near the stage entrance as Kane appeared.
"It's Kane," JR shouted, "I wonder how the Big Red Machine feels about this announcement from his brother."
Kane made his way to the ring and climbed in, moving to stand toe-to-toe with the Undertaker. The two giants stared into each other's eyes for several seconds, motionless, until Kane moved back slightly. As quickly as a striking cobra his hand flashed out...
...and grasped the Undertaker's in a firm handshake as fire exploded once again from the ring posts.
"Oh my God," Paul shouted into his microphone, "I don't believe it. The Brothers of Destruction have just become the Lords of Darkness!"
"And God save us all," JR added.
