A/N: A repost/revision now to Crossovers. Right now, focusing on DMC characters.


Vergil starts to dance around, looking like a complete idiot; shaking his bum back and forth, while the fan girls around him were curiously looking at his ass. They gave a slight squeal to see that he had a nice body despite the ugly costume and mask. This goes to show you that fan girls are so usually into gorgeous guys; physical looks rule! If that doesn't save you, at least the strong character does. Look at Sephiroth and Hellsing. So the older Sparda boy dances and sings to the tune: "Trish and Vergil sitting in a tree!"

Trish snorted and then growled out a very unbecoming voice, "That's it! I've had it with your fcking little annoying crap!"

Trish DT's and starts shooting at Vergil; firing round after round of glowing yellow like bullets into him, which look very much like lightning piss, "TAKE THAT! And this goes for you PIGS too!"

She shoots at the guys in the audience and some keel over and die, beer nuts everywhere and some guys run out of there as fast as they can!

Arkanus starts to pull out his hair and screams, "EEP! No! Not again! Not my beautiful studio! Boohoo! These fanfic characters are so violent!"

Trish turns to the fan girls and snorts, "This goes for you fan girls who hate my guts! Don't mess with the Trish! You hear me! huh huh huh? I hate fan girls who write stories and pair them with MY Dante!"

She starts shooting at those girls and they all go screaming and keels over...dead. The other half of the fan girls smile nervously and raise their hands hesitantly, yelling out," We worship you, Trish! We love you!"

Meanwhile, Vergil is staggering on the stage...looking like he is on his last breath.

Vergil cries out in pretended pain, "OOHHHHHH THE PAIN THE PAIN!" He gets a bullet full of holes in his chest and puts two hands on them--dramatically dying on the stage floor, choking out, coughing and sputtering,

"OH what shall I do!"

He puts back of hand over his forehead, tilting his head backward.

"Where shall I go? I've gone to meet my maker!"

He coughs, "Wait! Do I even have a maker?"

"Shit! I'm gonna be pushing up daisies! Oh the humiliation! The pain! He clumsily stumbles around the crowd, and the crowd is OOOOOing and AAAHing..., they sway with him back and forth when he tilts one way to the other.

Vergil cries out again, this time to the annoyed blonde, "This is the end of me, Trish!" He moves forward to her, and grabs hold of her shoulders and coughs,

"Won't you miss your "favorite" devil? I'm out to meet Saint Peter at the pearly gates and ask for permission to get in! I'll be six feet under! OOHHH! NOOO! I can't...take...the...pain!"

He does the famous eyes rolling over till the whites of his eyes show.

Trish had her arms crossed, her boots clicking nervously on the floor, tapping loudly, "Oh for crying out loud! Die already!"

Arkanus shakes his head and is upset that he'd get another lawsuit on his hands and screams, "SECURITY! Get this guy OUTTA HERE! The guy in the stupid clown outfit and groucho marx face mask who calls himself Vergil!"

The security men rush to get the half devil out of there carrying his lifeless body off the stage.

Arkanus wipes his forehead with another dry hanky, soaking it all over again, "Well, whew, back to our program, Now Trish..."

The audience of guys start to interrupt him, "TRISH! TRISH! When are you going to be appearing on the cover of playboy?"

Trish had this hugely smug face on her with a pretended blush and twittered, "Where did the rest of these guys come from?"

The host then notices the lack of crewmen in the back!

"HEY! where's my camera man, the janitor, my stage manager, lighting men and the rest of the back crew?"

Some of the audience of guys raises hands!

The host begins to grumble, "You won't get paid." And the men rush back to their stations.

"That's better. Now, speaking of magazines, Trish do you appear in one?"

Trish pops her gum, "PS2 Magazine."

Arkanus sidles over, "Actually I was thinking of something in the same genre as my crew!"

Then out of no where, the unsuspecting host gets slapped TWICE!

"Ohh..." He then drops to the ground unconscious.

The camera angles go to the roof and ZIP... a black screen appears throughout the nation's television sets.

It looks like another black out.


To be continued: