LEGION OF DEATH
Dr.Death stands in a clean white hospital room. There are three beds and on each one there is an obviously dead, and decaying person. Dr.Death is holding the Black Scull gazing into its eyes. Shadow walks into the room.
Shadow: Let's get this over with, we have things to do.
Dr.Death: Indeed, my beautiful, we do. But before we go on, let me say something to the Ignorant Sting. (he holds up the scull) This is merely a conduit. And sort of nercomatic device. Maybe even a cell phone for the dead. It doesn't matter if it is silver or black stupid. It is the being on the other end of it that is important!
Shadow: So are telling them now?
Dr.Death: Almost. Why don't we do it at Summer Slam? That will give our Chosen One time to prepare. You must know who you are by now... Can't you feel that special tingle when you think of us?
Shadow: Yes, that would be splendid! Well, let's get those two in here. I am soooooo lonely without them. Beast! Vulture!
Beast and Vulture enter the room. Beast holds his chain up, there is dried blood it. He holds it in front him and then he slowly licks it.
Beast: Soooo sweet.
Dr.Death: Well, let's get this underway. (he holds the scull aloft) Command us! Yes, I understand. Beast, you can lead us off.
Beast: This goes out to the those two spooky guys in the masks. We are NOT stupid. We will not face anyone unless we know who they are. So take off your masks and then we will see.
Dr.Death: And now onto Vulture.
Vulture: We certainly seem to be the popular ones around here. Two challenges in one day! This one is for Sting. We might face you, but you must do it on our terms. First it must be in a LOCKED cage. We have fare too many enemies to face you any other way. Second it should be a Necropolis Street Fight. We should end this thing once and for all. If you agree to these stipulations, then we just might fight you.
Dr.Death: And Shadow, why don't you finish it up.
Shadow: Starr Blaze... Oh, Starr Blaze. The ONLY reason you alive and in good health is because of us! You owe us your worthless life. Every time you hang out on the street corner waiting for the nest guy, remember that the only reason you can even walk is because we let you. You and Sting and Ric were all out cold. We could have beat you at our leisure. But we didn't because it is better this way. You are beneath us now! You owe us your life, now and forever! If you want us to we can become far more violent, we can, but you are irrelevant to us now. So, be gone!
Dr.Death: And now we must go. So in parting we say... Get well soon, Roxanne, so we can beat up you again. And to that certain Special Someone, see you at Summer Slam.
JR: Alright guys... any idea who that 'special someone' is for Summerslam?
Pillman: Let's just put it THIS way. It had better NOT be anyone associated with the New Revolution. Pop Quiz... the last match for the Legion of DOOM was against WHAT TEAM?
JR: You and Stone Cold.
Pillman: RIGHT! And the Legion of DEATH would be facing THEIR last match if they messed with US!
JR: I think Shadow kinda likes you!
VINCER KADEN
The screen pans unto Vincer Kaden sitting in a lounge chair by a large swimming pool. In the backround you see a tropical paradise palm trees and and sand as fas as the eye can see. In the far distance the sun is setting and cabana music is playing softly in the background. Shadows dance across Vincers face and he seems more relaxed than ever. Suddenly the screen pans back and you see that the chair is actually raised up from the ground and is moving , NO circling in place to give Vincer a better view of the land. Vincer sips his drink and lays back when a voice rings out.
VOICE: Vincer you owe me money!!!!
Vincer doesn't move as the man charges toward him . Raising his fist in anger. the man has the look of rage in his eyes that some men never show. The cameraman backs up to witness the almost certain slaughter. Kaden takes a sip from his drink... perhaps his last...
Then out of nowhere a camoflauge figure jumps from the shadows. The figure seems to be in the 7 foot category at least 6'7 . But with the speed of a jaguar, the figure in the shadows moves in to intercept. The man whos eyes were once filled with anger now are filled with fear. The look of sheer disbelief overwhelms the man as this monster uses an array of kicks and punhces seemingly in some kind of martial arts fashion unseen by american television.
Vincer never fades never falters but continues to drink his drink and smiles and looks down.The screen goes down and you see that it is no macine holding Vincer aloft but a man!!! and this man seens to be slowly roatating him in a circle, to give vincer a view of all around him. The mans face cannot be seen ,because of the camera angle, the chair is blocking most of this man image. But it is a man!!!!.
Vincer: WWF Free For All................ SUMMER SLAM be prepared ....im willing to "bet" you're not going to be ready for this. The days of chance have just begin.
