The Dominion VS Juan Ramirez & Vangelous Olsig

The scene opens as thus. The full moon overhead illuminates the ancient looking castle. Its colossal size dwarfs the monstrous trees which reach hundreds of feet high, despite clinging to the cliff side. The grey stone blocks which account for the majority of the castle’s layout, are faded and weather eaten with the passage of time. The only thing that really seemed bedazzling was the dark yet still beautiful pale reflection of the full moon off of the small pond just in front of the castle.

 Stretched out before the castle, as far as the eye can perceive, a long narrow gravel road extends into the darkness. Upon this road are countless dots of white and red lights, which shine out in defiance of the void that is the night. The camera pans closer to reveal the long line of lights are those of several cars which slowly slither up the road, in a fashion similar to a serpent. Vehicles of various make and model approach the castle. Makes from older model Jeeps, to new Hummer limos. The only similarities are the colors which are dark blue or black.

 As the vehicles pull up to the main stairwell leading to the carved oak doors, they are met by men wearing black tuxedos. The men open the doors and give each driver a ticket and drive their cars off to the parking area, while the drivers and their passengers go into the elaborately sized structure. The dress of those exiting the cars is indeed clone-like in nature. All wearing black medieval attire complete with cloaks. Upon their faces are seen expressionless glares, almost in a trance like state.

 All of the guest seemed in a bereaved state of mind upon entering the gloomy, old castle. Near the bridge over the moat stood a man in an overcoat with long, black hair and dress-type black pants. His body was there but it was apparent that his mind was elsewhere. He was floating back and forth as if he were waiting for someone. His hair flying with the wind gave him a grandiose yet dangerous look. His white eyes gave a look of power and wisdom.

Darkness seems to float like a cloud storm over the castle. This was the type of setting that you expected to inspire people like Edgar Allan Poe, Vincent Price and Anne Rice. For this was the castle of myth and legend. This is where the stories of Vlad Dracula originated. This is the hellish that Dracula gained the nickname “Vlad the Impaler”. Its architecture conceived in 1377 by Paul Gottereau’s mind, what was he thinking? Was this place the ideals of a sane man slipping into the recesses of insanity, or the thoughts of a mad man gone sane? It did not matter anyway.

 A black limousine arrives, light blue neon lights glow from the undercarriage. A sigh of relief and an expression of relief crosses the face of the man in the shadows. The driver parked the limousine on the left side of the castle near the cliff. Then he slowly walks out, closes his door, walks around to the other side and opens the door. Out walks the mysterious individual who has been around Baine so many times lately. Devin Hawk nods.

 Devin, unlike the others that have gathered, has dressed in a black Armani tuxedo. His hair is pulled back and placed in a ponytail. He makes his way nonchalantly to his brother Baine.

  Devin: "What the hell bro? You invited me here for a party, and it looks like a gothic ass grab convention instead. Don't tell me your into that stupid shit now."

 Baine chuckles, whilst shaking his head slowly.

 Baine: "You should know better than that bro. This is a theme party. Its for everyone that was in the movie we just finished up last week, remember?"

 Devin scratches his chin for a moment, seemingly in thought.

Devin: "Like I said, a gothic ass grabbing convention.

The brothers laugh a moment and Baine continues.

 Baine: "Whatever you say bro. But it pays the bills where wrestling seems to lack in the payday department."

 Devin: "Right on, anyway I'm headed inside to see about raising some hell."

 Baine: "You seen Matt anywhere by chance? I was needing to cut a promo tonight if possible. As you can tell, my weeks busy as hell and don't have the time to make promos like I'm used to."

 Devin nods.

 Devin: "I saw him getting into his Pinto about an hour ago, so he should be here at any time."

 Baine: "Cool, I'll talk to you inside in a few minutes."

 Devin: "Aight."

 Devin walks away and heads inside. Baine stops him for a brief second and asks a question.

 Baine: "Those guys we are wrestling against cut a promo yet?"

 Devin turns around and shakes his head slowly.

 Devin: "Is the pope Jewish?"

 Baine: "Figures."

 Devin turns back and walks inside while Baine stands, arms crossed awaiting Matt's arrival. Twenty minutes pass and at last a small yellow Ford Pinto pulls up to the front doors. Missing a left headlight, and passenger side door a bright lime green. Baine shakes his head and sighs. Matt exits the car wearing a noticeably cheap white rental tuxedo and blue tennis shoes. He removes a camera from the car and allows a valet to park his car. He scans the area and sees Baine standing to the site, an amused smug grin on his face.

 Baine: "Matt, you could fuck up a wet dream. I told ya that this was a dark gothic theme party, and here you are looking like a guy coming from a gay awareness meeting."

 Matt's face reddens, in a flustered manner.

 Matt: "Sorry man, things went a little more than than crazy. First the old lady got all pissy about her not being allowed to come, so she started the whole I'm cheating on her speech. Then the tux shop screwed up my order and only had a white one because of some school dance making them rent out all the black ones. Then.."

 Baine holds up a hand and shakes his head.

 Baine: "I get the general idea of things. You at least bring film for that camera?"

 Matt shakes his head.

 Matt: "I don't need a tape anymore. I upgraded to a new digital camera."

Baine: "It's about damn time. Let me check it out."

Matt hands the camera to Baine. Baine turns the camera on and presses record. He holds it under his face and starts talking. His speech half stuttering in between uncontrollable sobbing sounds.

 Baine: "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. <Eyes dart back and forth> I..am..so..sorry. Oh god here it comes. Oh god....."

 Baine laughs as he presses stop. Matt looking at his in amusement.

 Matt: "What the fuck??"

 Baine: "Sorry man, I've wanted to do that even since the Blair Witch project came out a few years back. Now do me a favor and hide the camera and shit under an old wall somewhere."

 Matt: "That's so not funny man. That was a real event that happened."

 Baine bursts out in laughing.

 Baine: "You have got to be shitting me man. You cant believe that."

 Matt: "Its true. Those poor kids vanished into the woods and were never seen from again."

 Baine: "For God's sakes Matt, If that were the case, then hw in the hell was it that they were at the world premier of the fucking movie?"

 Matt: "They weren't there. There heads were superimposed over someone else's bodies. It's all a conspiracy."

 Baine: "Conspiracy? What the hell are you talking about?"

 Matt: "Simple, the government is covering up the whole thing. That way the general public wont discover that the X-Files are real."

 Baine: "You are a fucking dipshit Matt. A regular fucktard."

 Matt: "Its true! I read it on the internet!"

 Baine: "Whatever man. Lets head inside to do that promo."

 Baine leads Matt to the front door where they proceed to enter.

 The interior of the entranceway is quite ordinary. Consisting of a plain thick oak table, at least fifteen foot in length. The room is illuminated just as it was 629 years ago. Large fiery torches along the walls, whilst the chandelier sets no fewer than a hundred lighted candles. These causing the shadows upon the floors and walls to dance about in a fashion similar to specters wraiths, and other ghostly apparitions. Upon the large table is set a magnificent feast the likes to please even Henry the VIII, the fattest of all England's Royalty. The banquette consisted of 6 plump golden brown turkeys, a roasted wild boar, and every conceivable fruit and vegetable possible.

 The center of the room is occupied by all the guests dancing in a repetitive motion, as though marionettes being manipulated by the whims of a great unseen puppet master. All without feeling, without emotion, without a soul. All but two. All but Devin and an unknown raven haired beauty. Devin speaking to her, hands on her ass, and smile on his face. The woman obviously unable to keep in the theme of things, begins giggling softly. Devin whispers something unheard into her ear, causing a smile to widen upon her ruby red lips. He takes her hand and heads upstairs. Another conquest to soon be Devin's.  Matt and Baine continue to a side corridor, the walls roughly hone and nondescript. Baine is careful not to bash his head upon the low seven foot ceiling here. The corridor leads to a small room to the west, where Baine enters, followed by Matt.

 In the room are ancient looking paintings, faded and neglected through the passage of time. The images to faint to descript are windows to the castle's long infamous past. The furnishings are plain here as well, consisting of a small round oak table, with seating for two, an empty desk, and a single wide bed, with faded linen sheets. Baine site carefully upon one of the chairs, it creaks in defiance to the weight which it now bares. Matt sits across the table to face the somber looking seven foot plus man. Matt situates the camera focusing in on the subject of the interview and presses the record button

 Matt: "Well Baine, first off please allow me to ask a question concerning your long time friend and cameraman Jeff. What triggered the attack your brother and yourself unleashed upon him?"

 Baine sighs and begins.

 Baine: "Well Matt it's like this. After I lost the match between the Dominion and Two Magnificent and Hurst. I accept full responsibility for the loss due to my over confidence in myself. I have been slacking as of late, more concerned about a movie career and my social status rather than my wrestling career and the commitment I made to my brother. I have been in this federation now for nearly two months and so far I have gotten my ass beat down twice and watched my brother win the other. I am getting sick and tired of slacking off, and bringing my brother down with me. So I guess you can say the "Jeff incident" was just built up frustration. Frustration from not living up to my own potential. But Fuck it, tomorrow is another day and I'm ready to start again and show the world what the hell I can really do.

 So I apologize now to my brother and our family, for not living to to their, and my expectations of myself. I know I need to step things up a notch and get things going in my favor at last."

 Matt: "Okay, now do you have any comments to Too Magnificent or Hurst?"

 Baine: "Well what can I say about them? Hurst seems to life in a world where he thinks that men of my size cannot exist because I am not in record books like Guinness. Well Hurst, first off if you knew a damn thing about the book of world records, you would understand that it is for the world's tallest, fastest, smallest and shit like that. You see a man from Alton Illinois Holds the record for being the tallest man in the world. He stood at eight foot eleven point one inches tall. So since he stood over a foot higher than I do now, he is the world record holder, duh. So until you learn how to look up information on these matters shut your pie hole. You also made a crack at my name being a parody of a famous Batman villain. Well, god forbid that I got my wrestling name about six years before he premiered in the comics, so I must be plagiarizing some copywrite infringement law by having the same name. I mean come on Hurst, You telling me you were so threatened by me that you felt it necessary to try and throw out obvious childhood cracks that are taking place in elementary school playgrounds around the world.  Its sad really. But hey, God forbid men and women of the world don't conform to what you perceive reality to be. So if it helps you sleep at night, just imagine me as a midget wearing stilts to be this size I am.

 Now Too Magnificent, you seemed to be absent last week, as was I. I just wonder where the hell you were during promo time. Perhaps you were in reflection as to our first match at the pay per view. Wondering what to expect from my brother and I. Well Too, Though my brother and I lost to Hurst and yourself, it seems to me that Hurst was the only reason you two won at all. And still YOU have yet to beat me one on one. This is something I would like to reconcile. So if the brass are watching this, then allow me to issue to you an official challenge. You and me, one on one Im a hardcore barbed wire cage match. This is a simple match, no disqualifications, and the ropes to the ring wrapped in barbed wire. Too, I want to watch you scream in agony as the crimson blood spills from your body as rapidly as river flowing. Accept this and maybe just maybe you will earn a little respect from myself. The choice is yours, so I will await your response."

 Matt pauses a moment before continuing.

 Matt: "That is a hell of a match that you have asked for. Any reason as to why this type of match and why Too Magnificent as an opponent?

 Baine nods.

 Baine: "Well Matt this is a sort of start over match for me. So being this is a start over match I want to go back to the beginning. Too magnificent was my first opponent and I want to prove to all those back stabbing bitches in the locker room exactly what I am capable of when I set my mind to it. Plus the type of match will show the federation's so called superstars, and brass, I am more than just the brother of Devin Hawk. I want to be seen not only as one half of the best God damn tag team in this business, but as a superstar that also shines just as brightly when I stand alone."

 Matt nods and continues.

 Matt: "Well spoken Baine. Now on to your match this week where you and your brother Devin pair off against the upcoming stars Juan Ramirez and Vangelous Olsig. You guys suffered a devastating defeat last week so what are your plans this week on Vengeance? "

 Baine: "Yes we were beat last week, but shit man no one is unbeatable. We had a bad week is all but this time we are ready to go in, proverbial guns blazing. I don't know a damn thing about these two beaners, but nonetheless we plan on being ready. If these guys go with with the tradition of their names, I expect to se a couple luchidores. I don't know why we are going against such an underrated pair as these guys, but hell I really don't give a shit bub. Daring to say something unoriginal, this will be a cake walk. These guys have a shot of winning. The same chance a snowball in hell has of making it through the night without melting. These guys must have really pissed off someone to go against The Dominion their premier week.

 Wait, I cant really say that in good conscience. It seemed that my arrogance has been my downfall in the past. Stereo typing is something I really didn't need to resort to as Hurst likes to stereotype his opponents. maybe these guys will be a challenge after all. Maybe they will have what it takes to pull out a surprise victory to defeat us. Then again maybe rabid space monkeys will escape from my ass and overthrow democracy as we all know it. Na, I was right to begin with these guys are going down faster than Monica Lewinski at the oval office. I tried to take these guys seriously but I cant. Its not in my nature. This match is another way to make the great greater, and the weak and pathetic even more so by the end of the night. So to end this I will tell you in your own native language. ¡Esta semana en la Venganza, usted tipos son jodidos!"

 Baine smiles.

 Baine: "Now turn off that damn camera, this interview is finished."

 The scene fades to black

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