Demon Days

A WWE fan fiction…

1st note: First, and foremost, of all, I understand completely that wrestling is fake. Just needed to get that out

2ndnote: There will be 1 full week every update, and at least 2 chapters per week.

3rd note: There are going to be several well-known superstars in here, and even more that you won't.

4th note: the New RAW guy's theme is Bodies by drowning pool, The Hooded figure's theme is The Great Divide by Scott Strapp, Wolfwood's theme is Chop Suey by System of a Down, and Dragonmare's theme song is Stricken by Disturbed

5th note: An Aerial is basically a cartwheel without using your hands.

Disclaimer: All characters (excludingThe new guy, thecloaked figure, Wolfwood, and Dragonmare) all belong exculsively to theWWE.

Week 1

Chapter 1

WAR on RAW

A tall figure made his way into the WWE chairman, Vince McMahon's, office. He wore a cloak, covering all of his physical features, except that he wore black fingerless gloves on his hands. Vince looked up from his desk, and shook the man's hand. "Welcome to the WWE, Mr.… uh… what exactly is your name?"

The man smirked, and said "If you really wanna know, you've gotta watch Raw tonight."

McMahon nodded his head, and said "Fair enough. See you tonight."

The figure nodded back, and walked out of the office, closing it rather quietly.

RAW…

The arena was roaring with activity. Fans were holding their posters high above their heads, and other were cheering for their personal favorites. J.R., King, and the Coach all sat down, and were ready to start their commentary, when The General Manager's music started. Soon, Eric Bischoff walked out into the ring, hearing a chorus of boo's and other things. "What brings the GM here today?" J.R. asked, looking at the ring.

Bischoff was about to talk, when all of the sudden, another song began playing. This one, however, was unfamiliar to the fans. A small voice began saying 'let the bodies hit the floor'. The arena had gone black. A figure clothed in a cloak emerged from the darkness. He raised his hands above his head, and threw them down as the song actually began. The figure ran to the ring, and dived in. He rolled over, and kicked up from the ground, landing solidly on his two feet. He raised his hand, and clenched his fist as the chorus of the song began. An immense pyrotechnical act resulted, where a humongous explosion lit up the arena. The figure took off his cloak to reveal several things.

First of all, he had long ebony locks. He wore a red skull mask that covered all but his black eyes. He wore a dark scarlet vest that fit tightly on his relatively muscular chest. It had no sleeves, but it had a large flame on it's back. He wore a black pair of jeans that gradually became looser as they traveled form his waste to past his ankles. His boots were silver, and had wings on the heels. He looked at Bischoff, who promptly interjected "Who the HELL are you?"

The figure kicked Bischoff In the midsection, and hoisted him into the air as if he was going to do a suplex. He, however, let go with his left hand, now only holding Bischoff up with his right arm. He walked in a mid-sized circle for a moment, and then twisted, slamming Bischoff to the mat. He stood up, looking down on a dazed Bischoff, who was staring blankly at the sky. The King immediately yelled "OH my god! Our general manager has just been put through some suplex!"

J.R. shook his head, and said, "That's no ordinary suplex, that's the Jackhammer!"

J.R. knew the jackhammer well; it was Goldberg's signature move, which many fans had seen before. The Figure picked up a mic, and began to speak in a very deep, dark voice. "I have many names… The reaper, the fallen one, The Saint… my true name, however, is Ravenmane, and that was my signature move… Divine Judgment…"

He dropped the mic, and exited out of the ring the way he came: sliding out, and going to the back. When he got back there, the champ himself, John Cena, greeted him. Ravenmane was easily taller than Cena, but it didn't matter. They locked eyes, and did not stop. They had very serious faces on. Cena finally broke the gaze, and extended his hand. Ravenmane promptly shook his hand, and locked eyes again. "Nice job back there, new guy."

Ravenmane did not say anything, but did nod his head. He was about to leave, but a voice boomed from behind him. Bischoff was being helped to his office when he saw Ravenmane. "Think you're big, huh? Think you're tough? Well, I hope you're feeling lucky: you're facing Kane and Big Show next in a hardcore handicap match!" Bischoff shouted at Ravenmane, who didn't even wince.

As a matter of fact, he laughed. He laughed like a maniac at the mere thought of what he would do to the two of them. He then proceeded to the ring, where Big Show and Kane were already waiting. He ran to the ring, and jumped onto the canvas. The two then charged him. He saw the two, and jumped off the rope, from the canvas, spearing Kane and Big Show down. Kane quickly recovered, but was greeted by a super kick to his jaw. He fell back, and out of the ring. The Big Show began to stir, and Ravenmane was ready. He dodged one of big show's punches, and put him in a full nelson. Seconds later, he slammed Big show to the ground hard, and looked down at his corpse. Kane silently snuck into the ring, with a chair, and slammed it onto Ravenmane's back. Ravenmane, however, only looked around his shoulder. Kane immediately jumped back, for there was fire in Ravenmane's blood red eyes.

He kicked Kane in the mid-section, and hoisted him onto his shoulders. Kane struggled, but fell victim to a vicious slam. Ravenmane literally fell to his side, slamming Kane headfirst onto the steel chair. Kane's head bent down on an incredible angle, and fell silent. He was truly out cold. "What an Incredible Death Valley Driver!" J.R. commented, looking on at the match.

"Yeah, well no one has ever taken on both Big Show and Kane and won." Coach added.

"Well, coach, there's a first time for everything." The king interjected.

Ravenmane then threw the big show out the front of the ring. The big show walked towards the announce table, and held on the table for leverage. Ravenmane caught up with him, however, and kicked him onto the table, which surprisingly didn't break. He then got on the table, and hoisted Big Shot straight up, and spun around once.

"Oh my god!" J.R. yelled, watching Ravenmane easily lift the largest athlete in sports entertainment above his head.

He then hit Big Show with his Divine Judgment, and saw Kane running towards him. Kane Grabbed his throat, and picked him up in the air, fully ready for a choke slam, but Ravenmane managed a miracle; he kicked Kane's mid-section in the air, and hoisted him into the air. One spin later, he slammed Kane on top of big show. A moment after that, he pinned. "1… 2… 3…!" The ref exclaimed, ad he signaled for the bell to ring. Ravenmane Stood up, and Looked at his handiwork. Kane and Big Show, the 'Big Boys' were just demolished by this newcomer.

His music started, and he laughed again. He raised his right arm, and clenched his fist, triggering the pyrotechnic explosion. He walked into the back, proceeded to the back lot, and found his bike was severely damaged. The next thing he knew, someone had come out of nowhere, and blindsided him. He staggered to the side, and finally got a look at who attacked him. Rob Conway was going for another punch, but missed. An enraged Ravenmane kicked Rob Conway in the stomach, and put Conway's head between his legs. He picked his arms up as if he was going to do a pedigree, but instead picked him up as if he was setting up for a powerbomb; he then slammed him to the ground with a punishing Tigerbomb. "Bischoff…" he said in a deep, dangerous tone. He spat at the ground, and left Conway on the ground.

His bike being the way it is kept him inside for the rest of the matches. He saw Shawn Michaels go up against Lance Cade. Shawn Michaels, of course, demolished Cade in a matter of minutes. He saw another new person, Matt Striker, go up against Johnny Parisi, and win using a bit of dirty tactics. The next match was a bit bigger. It was going to be John Cena versus Kurt Angle for the WWE championship, but there were two twists. First of all, it was a no DQ match, and Eric Bischoff was the special guest referee. Ravenmane didn't like the sound of that at all, so he joined the announcers before the match even began. Bischoff and angle didn't notice him, but Cena did. He looked his way, and flashed thumbs up. Ravenmane, who was not wearing his cloak, kicked his legs up onto a newly assembled table, and returned the gesture, and watched the match. Throughout the match, Coach kept throwing dirty looks his way.

The match started as Ravenmane had a feeling it would. Bischoff used his powers to his fullest to try and make Cena lose. Eventually, Angle got the ankle lock locked onto Cena. Cena, who was right at the rope, could only watch as Bischoff pulled the rope away from him. When Angle Grape-vined the hold, Ravenmane got up immediately, and rushed to the ring. He started by springboard splashing Angle, forcing him to let go, and followed up by laying Bischoff out with a monstrous super kick. He then placed them in the middle of the ring, and He and Cena locked eyes again. They ran to the ropes, bounced back, shuffled a bit, and fell down, fist first, onto angle and Bischoff's heads.

"A team Five-knuckle shuffle!" King cried out, watching in awe.

Angle got up first, and faced Ravenmane, who kicked him in the stomach. Angle then spun around, and faced Cena, who hoisted him above his shoulders, and hit the F-U. Cena pinned, but Bischoff, who got up later, didn't count. Ravenmane then blasted Bischoff with a kick to the mid-section, and picked him up, He then walked in a small circle, and hit the "Divine Judgment" jackhammer. Ravenmane made the call for another Ref, who came out, and said "1, 2, 3!"

The bell was rung, Cena got up, and had his hand risen by Ravenmane and the Ref. Angle got up, and hammered Ravenmane in the back. Ravenmane turned around, and watched as angle ran from him, but did not get away. He spring boarded out of the ring, and speared him hard onto the ground. Ravenmane got up, moved the steps to in front of Angle, and hoisted angle up. He then walked his small circle, and hit angle with a particularly hard "Divine Judgment" onto the steel steps. Angle writhed in pain, and Bischoff stirred slightly.

Suddenly, Scott Strapp's "The great divide" an unfamiliar song, hit the arena, filling everyone, including Ravenmane and Cena, bewildered. An unfamiliar person walked out after about 20 seconds of the song passed. He rode out on a motorcycle, and was wearing a cloak that was separated from the hips down. In other words, no one could see his face, arms, chest, etcetera. He walked into the ring, and faced Cena. Immediately, he started out by spine busting Cena so hard, that he ended up rolling out of the ring, onto the steel steps outside the ring. He then faced Ravenmane, who stared him down. The two were the exact same height, but Ravenmane's physical features could all be easily seen. The figure proceeded to kick Ravenmane in the stomach, and hoisted him onto his shoulders. He held onto Ravenmane with his right hand, which was right on his pecks. He flashed thumbs up, and then thumbs down, and fell down, flipping Ravenmane over his head, slamming his entire body face-down onto the ring. The resulting impact leveled the ring… directly down the middle.

"What just happened here J.R.?" king asked, bewildered out of his mind.

"I'm not very sure, king, but I think that this person just decimated the WWE champion with a spine buster, and Split the ring in half with the dominator." J.R. said.

The figure took the mike, and began to speak. "I hope you and everyone in the locker room are ready to go straight to hell… because The Devil himself has arrived on RAW…"

He dropped the mic, and walked back out of the ring, got on his motorcycle, and rode clear into the back. No one thought for a moment to try and stop this new force, not even Big Show and Kane. Cena and Ravenmane painfully thought of this new figure, and realized that it was going to become significantly harder to go uninjured on RAW.

End Chapter

Chapter 2

Showdown on Smackdown!

News of what happened on RAW spread like fire, and was being talked about on Smackdown the following Friday. A new face on RAW demolished Kurt Angle, Big Show, Kane, and Eric Bischoff, and he didn't feel the slightest pain. That same person, along with Cena, was destroyed by a completely unknown figure, which has proclaimed that RAW, was going to hell. Now, on Smackdown, a new face was there. He was about 6'2 and 250 pounds, and had short, dirty-blonde hair that went down to his cheekbone. He was getting prepared in the back, tying his black boots, and re-fastening a belt he wore over his loose blue jeans. He wore no shirt, and revealed his slightly muscular form. He was on the match card, and was in a match first off.

SMACKDOWN!

He got up, and walked to the ring first off. Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and his music rolled. The song was called 'Chop Suey' and was by System of a down. When the pace picked up, the announcer began. "Making his way to the ring, from Seaside Heights, New Jersey, Nick Wolfwood!"

The new guy, Wolfwood, made his entrance then. He wore a pair of odd shorts, on which the right leg was about eight inches longer than the left one, which stopped just after his knee. He also wore a zippered up hoody with the sleeves cut off just after the elbow. He had the hood on, and as soon as he got into the ring, he took it off. He looked at everyone, and held his hand up, making a wolf with his fingers. He then looked down suddenly, and shot his head, up, when his pyrotechnic started: sparks shot up quickly, and made a sound resembling a wolf's howl.

Suddenly, another music started, and another person walked out. This person was the Cruiserweight champion, Nunzio and his "associate" Vito. Wolfwood, who was wearing a pair of sunglasses, took them off and handed them to the official. Nunzio and he grappled without warning, ending up with Nunzio putting Wolfwood in a headlock. Wolfwood then stood up, Nunzio on his shoulder, and dropped him hard on his back.

"Ooh, that looked like it hurt big time, Tazz." Cole told his broadcast partner.

Nunzio shook in pain, yet managed to get to his feet. Nunzio went for a punch, but missed, and ended up on the painful side of a full nelson slam. Wolfwood then went over to Nunzio, picked his legs up, put his right leg through, and turned Nunzio over; simply put, Nunzio was put in the Sharpshooter. The ref was facing away from Vito, who pushed the rope into Nunzio's hand. Wolfwood didn't let go, however. He held it on until the very last second. Nunzio acted as if he was in serious pain, giving Vito time to try and beat down Wolfwood. This plan, however, was a flop.

Wolfwood saw him coming, and was well prepared. Vito ran at him, and was met by a kick to the mid-section. Vito bent over, allowing Wolfwood to wrap his arm around Vito's neck. He then picked up both of Vito's arms, and did something a Smackdown audience have not seen in a long time: A double-arm DDT. Nunzio then went for a cheap shot to Wolfwood's back, but missed. It was at that point that Wolfwood wrapped his arm around Nunzio's neck, seemingly setting him up for reverse DDT. He, however, used every bit of athleticism in his body, and jumped clear over Nunzio, hitting him with a particularly hard "cutter" type move.

"Tazz, did you see that?" Cole asked his co-announcer.

"Yeah, Cole; I have no idea what that was!" Tazz responded.

"It was definitely some type of cutter, but it wasn't bubba ray Dudley's bubba cutter, and it wasn't Randy Orton's RKO, so what is it?" Cole queried.

"Now that you mention it, Cole, it looks remotely like Diamond Dallas Page's Diamond Dust… Just it wasn't off the top rope…" Tazz responded

"1, 2, 3!" The ref exclaimed as Wolfwood pinned Nunzio.

His music started playing again, and he held up his wolf hand-sign. He proceeded up the ramp and was stopped by Steve Romero. "Hey, Wolfwood, The fans want to know: What do you call that move you did back there?"

"Simple Steve, that's Nicholas L. Wolfwood's Patented Cutter: The Wolf's bane." Wolfwood said triumphantly.

He walked into the back, and was greeted by general manager, Teddy Long. "Hey playa, I need a favor, you dig?" Teddy asked quickly.

"Sure, what do ya need?" Wolfwood inquired.

"Well, Batista and Randy Orton were supposed to compete in a special guest referee match tonight for the World Heavyweight title, and the person scheduled to be the ref called in sick. You mind fillin in?" Teddy asked.

"No problem." Wolfwood replied.

With that, Teddy handed him a referee shirt, and went on his way. Wolfwood put on the shirt, and proceeded to the locker room. At that same time, another person walked into the arena. He was much different than Wolfwood in many ways. For one, he began to sprint to the ring right away because he was significantly late. Suddenly, another new song played. It began with a small ringing noise, and eventually the sound of the drums, an electric guitar, and the bass exploded. A man slowly began to walk out. He wore a long black coat, and a pair of black medicated glasses. Under his long, black coat, he wore a black t-shirt with a large, gray spider on it's front. He wore a black pair of Jeans, and had on a pair of wrestling boots. He was rather tall, at 6'10 at least which meant that he would have a size advantage in most of his matches.

"Making his way to the ring, from Parts unknown, Dragonmare!"

When he arrived in the ring, he took off the coat, and the shirt, leaving on his jeans and boots, along with a pair of black, fingerless gloves. He had a large Tattoo on his back, which resembled a Large Red cross, with four demonic wings spawning from the points of the cross where the horizontal and vertical parts meet. He then took off his glasses, revealing that he had one blood red eye, and one blue eye. His hair was neatly trimmed, and went down to the very tops of his ears.

His opponent, who most people despised, was Orlando Jordan. He made his way to the ring, and locked eyes with Dragonmare. Dragonmare threw the first punch, literally. He punched Orlando clear in the forehead, and sent him out of the ring; with that single punch. Jordan staggered to his feet, and looked at Dragonmare for a moment. He got back in the ring quickly, expecting this new guy to immediately attack him on the ground. Dragonmare, however, waited for his opponent to make his move first. Jordan went for a punch, missed, and could only watch as Dragonmare wrapped his right arm around Jordan's neck.

From there, Dragonmare could've done many things. He could've put Jordan in a sleeper hold, or hit him with Matt Hardy's Side Effect. He, however, fell backwards. He didn't fall alone, though. Jordan fell with him. The moment Jordan's face hit the ring floor his head seemed to simply burst open. Blood began to pour from his forehead, but Jordan himself was out cold. Dragonmare pinned him like it was nothing at all. Three seconds later, his hand was raised. Jordan was definitely wide-awake. Bleeding severely, but awake. He was just beat in half a minute… it was Chris Benoit all over again. Dragonmare waited for Jordan to be carried out of the ring, and then picked up a mic. "That move you all just saw is called 'The Bloody Trail.' Like my right eye… and Orlando's path to the back." He then dropped the mic, and exited to the sound of his music.

After Dragonmare's match, the main event began. The first to come out was the challenger, who happened to be Randy Orton. After he made his way to the ring, Batista made his way out. Last, but not least, was Wolfwood. He came out to the ring, and shook Batista's hand. He went to shake Orton's hand, but he simply ignored it. He then picked up a mic, and said, "Oh, and by the way Batista, this is a no DQ match."

With that Said, Orton immediately went to hit Batista with the microphone, but Wolfwood caught the mic, and held it in his hand. "Orton, just for the record, I'm the ref here, not you. Secondly, pull that again, and I'll beat you to a week past Sunday." Wolfwood said, with anger in his eyes. Orton turned his head to his left, and shot a punch at Wolfwood, who grabbed the punch, and squeezed Orton's fist until he writhed in pain. He then signaled for the bell to ring, and the match began.

Orton and Batista grappled right away, resulting in Orton kneeing Batista in the chest. HE then immediately began throwing punches at Batista, who was slightly dazed. Orton then immediately went for an RKO, but Batista shoved him off, and hit a spear immediately after. A moment after that, Orton got up, and attempted to hit Batista with a dropkick. Orton missed, however, and nailed Wolfwood hard in the jaw, causing him to be cast out of the ring.

Orton then called for someone to come down to the ring, and as soon as that happened, Bodies by drowning pool began playing in the arena. Ravenmane immediately came down to the ring, and began brawling with Batista. Orton waited for Batista to turn around, and when he did, hit him with the RKO. Orton and Ravenmane then began smacking down Batista in the middle of the ring, until Ravenmane Picked Batista up. He then lifted him about his head, spun around once, and hit him with his hellacious Jackhammer. Wolfwood then got back in the ring, and was met by Orton's RKO. He, however, pushed Orton off at the last second, and jumped over Orton, performing a front flip, and hitting him with the Wolf's bane. Ravenmane and Wolfwood then began dueling it out, until Randy got up about a minute later. Orton smashed a chair into his back, leveling him to the ground. Suddenly, The Song Stricken by Disturbed began playing, which made Orton look out into the crowd, and Ravenmane look near the ramp. The Center of the ring, however, suddenly exploded open, revealing Dragonmare, who immediately nailed Orton with the Bloody Trail. Orton's head burst open immediately after the impact. He then speared Ravenmane to hell, and helped Batista and Wolfwood up. Batista was about to hit Ravenmane with the Batista bomb… ABOUT being the key word.

The song that had the WORST premonition nowadays began playing: The Great Divide by Scott Strapp. The hooded figure came out, fully cloaked, with his motorcycle and all, and walked into the ring. Ravenmane immediately began asking him why did you take so long, where were you, that sort of thing. He finally got fed up with it, and threw him clear out of the ring. Batista and Wolfwood charged him, but doth were grabbed by the throat. He lifted them both up, and slammed them down at the same time. Dragonmare, who was directly in front of the hooded figure, sized him up. The Two then grappled, until Dragonmare managed to hit The figure with "The Bloody Trail." The figure was definitely bleeding, but that meant nothing. He was much stronger than Orton and Jordan, for he got right back up as soon as Dragonmare turned around. The Figure immediately grabbed his face, put his leg behind Dragonmare's, and slammed him to the ground. Dragonmare writhed in pain, and rolled out of the ring.

"What is that guy doing here, and why is he taking everyone out?" Tazz asked.

The Figure then focused on Orton, and grabbed him by the throat. Orton tried to escape, but was unable to escape, for soon a familiar gong sounded. The hooded figure still held Orton by the throat, even though the lights went out, and on again. "Finally, someone who will take this arrogant rookie out." Cole said, looking at the Undertaker. Undertaker, however, assisted the figure in choke slamming Orton. Undertaker then picked up Orton, and Hit the Last ride on Orton. The Figure then picked him up, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and slammed him down, splitting the ring in half with his signature move, which was named "The Great Divide." Orton looked as if he was dead, or very close to it. The Figure and the undertaker then locked eyes, and shook hands. The undertaker disappeared, and The figure rode out on his motorcycle.

"Tazz, What the hell just happened?" Cole asked.

"Yeah, I thought that guy was on RAW." Tazz said.

When the damage was surveyed, Apparently, The Undertaker and this hooded figure have teamed up. For everyone in the WWE, this was absolute hell.