The lights went down as shadows began forming overhead throughout the arena while an absolute silence simultaneously descended, as if everything within had been frightened into frozen immobility. People stopped talking all together, the sounds of people moving about were cut off leaving the air in the arena filled with a stillness that made the ears ache as they sought after the vanished sounds. A cold, eerie sounding wind began howling in a sudden rush through the arena, chilling everyone to the bone and turning the blood in their veins to ice as it moaned like something in pain, something that was dying by inches. Then, suddenly, it changed and began swirling in a tiny, yet angry cyclone that was somehow more frightening the pounding of the worst lightening of the worst thunderstorm. Skin began to crawl at the malignant feeling that overcame all in the arena, the wind seeming to be a living thing that hated every creature it saw.
The wind drew closer together in a column, forming a solid, slightly irregular shape, thicker at the bottom then at the top, looking like a cloak like formation with someone standing directly behind it. As the crowd looked up, awaiting what was to happen next, drops of crimson began falling from the rafters. A storm brewed within the coliseum, thunder exploding with lightning flashes and a wind that howled, becoming the return of something, or someone. Just then, Shadows began swirling and sweeping about, sending waves of cold chills down the spines of those that they came in contact with, making their way to the stage area where they began to warp and swirl into a vortex of eternal darkness, forming into two humanoid figures. Slowly, deliberately, a figure stepped out from both of the shadow forms while they appeared to lick and cling to the bodies, as would flames.
Finally as the music began and a fog began rolling in, the lights came back up as red strobes. Damien Death stepped out, carrying his ever present vampire skull walking stick, and accompanied by his valet, Angelica, clad in a black leather corset and mini skirt with her hair pulled back into a pony tail. Damien meanwhile was clad in a long black leather trench coat and matching black and red leather suit and the DWF Hardcore Championship around his waist, as well as a black death mask, covering his entire face save for his mouth. Following him, were his cohorts in The Syndicate; Nobody, Crymzon Payne, and Nottingham. His blood red eyes surveyed the crowd as he walked to the ring with his escort, pausing only to threaten some random fans with a taste of the back of his hand. As the duo neared the ring, Damien allowed his escort to pass in front of him as he, Nobody, Crymzon, and Nottingham all stood on one side of the ring, before Nobody walked over and yanked a beer out of rage’s pocket.
