Unknown location beneath San Francisco Chinatown
Water could be heard dripping throughout the catacombs. Two archaeologists carefully moved through this strange place. "I heard this is the final resting place of the quote-unquote 'all powerful' Lo Pan. What a waste of genes. Though, for him to have resided here in San Fran is odd." One of them mocked. He tended to study Egyptian or middle eastern history, given he had African heritage.
His colleague was a professor at the California Academy of Sciences. Apparently, she had two PhDs in ancient Chinese history. "I heard a rumor that he got his ass handed to him by a freelance truck driver after Lo Pan tried to start a harem so he could pull a Pinocchio. Not sure if I find that funny or simply disturbing." She remarked. Given she had green eyes, she guessed she could be grateful. "Didn't he get caught up in a gang war or somethin'?" The first one asked. "That's what the talk of the town is, at least. Personally, I don't believe any of it." They continued through until they found a coffin. "Here it is. The coffin of Lo Pan." The second doctor explained. The first carefully lifted the lid so that they can carbon date both it and the body. Only, that was not what happened. "Huh?! Why is it empty?!"
The air around them chilled them to the bone. "Who dares to disturb my brother's tomb?" A female voice called out, one that was filled with malice. The two looked behind them slowly. A woman, clearly Chinese herself, with gauntlets resembling eagle talons was behind them, glowing with ominous green light: black magic. And she looked eerily similar to the dead sorcerer. "You have trespassed into a holy place of rest, and disturbed that which you should have left well alone. I should kill you where you stand, however, you have also unwittingly freed me from my prison. I am feeling quite generous, and offer you both a choice: join me, and receive the powers of the gods, and aid me in avenging my brother. Refuse, and you will both be condemned to a fate worse than all the hells of the world combined, and you will wish you were dead."
A growl emanated from the coffin, or at least where it once stood. In its place was an abnormally large panther, drooling in hunger. Through another wall came a large orange beast reminiscent of an Orangutan with rabies. From behind the woman appeared three more individuals, all glowing with both black magic and electricity.
"Make your choice."
The two were frozen in fear. What to do?!
Fearing for his daughter's safety at home, knowing the gang that served Lo Pan, the man kneeled first, praying to God for forgiveness. The professor then kneeled, scared for her own family.
"You made the right decision. Welcome to the brotherhood of Lo Shen. For the next phase," she clenched her fist. "DEATH TO JACK BURTON!"
This was all picked up by a hidden microphone connected to both WOOHP and The Center.