The soft grass crunched below his feet as he made swift strides forwards. Behind him, Father Mitchell seemed to have a great deal of difficulty keeping up. He stood out like a sore thumb, did James; in his crimson red suit and evil curled beard. He just clung to his little black book and tried not to speak, he was obviously no longer the guiding light behind this monster he created.

Vampiro, on the other hand, seemed to blend into the night that surrounded them. His long black braids hung in rows over his pale face. Though he was shirtless, at this late of hour, all of his tattoos seemed to cast a shadow over the better part of him as he strode onward through the cemetery; ignoring the many headstones he passed. He seemed to know exactly where he was going. Father Mitchell tapped his side pocket, feeling the camcorder he was told to bring along.

He dare not put all the pieces together to this sick puzzle, or he might not go through with it. James didn't give a damn why Ian had told him to bring the camera, or better yet, why he insisted on bringing a sledgehammer into a cemetery. He just watched as the beastly thing swung at Ian's side, in rhythm with his walking. For a brief second James Mitchell felt as though he were walking a few steps behind the Grim Reaper himself, death incarnated in man. A true demon.

The warm island air was embracing, it took him back to his days of training with The Butcher. It was very odd to walk a graveyard and see palm trees, Vampiro thought to himself as he walk on. He could hear the heavy breathing of James Mitchell from over his shoulder, and it brought a wicked smirk to his face. In his eyes, it was James who lead him astray. James wanted him to embrace his victims instead of slaughter them. James wanted Vampiro to hold onto his humanity. And Joe exploited it. Simple as that...

After a few more moments of silence, Vampiro finally came to a stop. That evil smile was on his face again.... the hair on the back of Father Michell's neck was standing up on end. He did not like where this was going, not one bit. Vampiro approached what looked to be a very extravagant headstone. It was in the shape of a heart and made of black marble. In white lettering the words "Here Lies Eddie Fatu, In Loving Memory". Vampiro dropped down to one knee and let his finger trace along the words "Loving Memory", the smile starting to drop from his lips as he looks over his shoulder towards James Mitchell.

'The Blood Prince' Vampiro Tepes: If you wish to turn back now, I'm not going to stop you. But, in return, you won't be able to stop me. So choose.... stay with me and deal with what fallows, or go.

James rubbed his sweaty hands together very nervously.

'The Sinister Minister' Father Mitchell: Look, I know you are really upset about this whole Sting thing, and maybe that is my fault. I thought I should try and bring back a killer from history. I thought there should be war.

Vampiro nodded.

'The Blood Prince' Vampiro Tepes: And so there will be. But enough about your short coming, choose. Now.

Father Mitchell shivered a little, even though there was no breeze.

'The Sinister Minister' Father Mitchell: I will, of coarse, stay with you... my son.

These words seemed to mean very little to Vampiro as he took a seat, leaning with his back against the headstone and the hammer on his lap.

'The Blood Prince' Vampiro Tepes: Good... then get that camera rolling. I got something I want the world to see...

with regrettable hands, James pulled the camera out of his pocket and pointed it at Vampiro. He mumbled a prayer to himself as he looked through the eyepiece. A red light suddenly comes on.

Back at the CZW arena, the titantron comes to life with the image of Vampiro leaning against the grave. It took a few moments for all the fans to notice what was happening, who was on the titantron, and what the name on the headstone was. Several of the fans gasped, feeling the same sick feeling that Father James Mitchell was as they put the pieces together in their own heads.

Vampiro didn't speak right away. He just looked into the camera as though he could see all the horror stricken faces of the CZW fans looking back at him. That cruel smirk returned to his face.

'The Blood Prince' Vampiro Tepes: CZW ..... no, I don't think that is right. You people sitting in those seats all the way on the other end of the earth; far away from me, this isn't for you. I just wanted a few eager spectators. No, this is for one person and one person alone. So.... Samoa Joe, are you watching this? I bet you are. You seem to be a big fan of mine, much like all those other people watching this. If you weren't, then why? Why try to make a name for yourself off of me? Why try to stop me from destroying someone as pathetic and meaningless as Sting? Now, I had my own reasons for wanting to see him bleed, mostly because I just liked the way it looks, but they had nothing to do with you. But that was then. Now.... now, all I seem to do is think about you. You have become a bit of an obsession for me. When you saved Sting, you did something no one has done for me. You inspired me. Sting... he was just something to do... someone to hurt, but you, you are something ells. You and I, we are killers, Joe. We destroy peoples lives.

Vampiro lowers his head, his eyes fixed on the hammer in his lap.

'The Blood Prince' Vampiro Tepes: You chant is legendary. "Joe's gonna kill you" ... isn't that just horrifying? Well not to me. To me, you are nothing more than another predator trying to take what is mine. There can only be one alpha, one leader.... and that is me. Your Nation of Violence will be seen as a joke when compared to the things I intend to do, many of them I intend to do to you. Joe, you thought you could make a name for yourself off of me. You thought you could take my destiny and make it yours. So do it. End me. You were so eager to drive a steak in my heart last week, so finish the job! If you think I'm fake, if you think you are better or more vicious, then do what you can.... if you can.

Vampiro looks back up into the camera with killer eyes.

'The Blood Prince' Vampiro Tepes: Joe, believe it or not, I am like no one you have ever faced before. I am not just another painted up whore looking for my next fix. Unlike you, who lives in the shadow of Taz, I am my own man. That is why you went after me, because you know that I am something more than the rest of this company. I am the only one who stands between you and the entire company; and the feeling is mutual. Neither one of us can move forward until the other is destroyed.

'The Blood Prince' Vampiro Tepes: But remember this, Joe. While you cling to Taz and to your Samoan heritage and to this delusion that you are unstoppable, what you face, is a man with nothing to lose. And nothing worth holding onto. I don't want titles or fame or adoration. No, Joe, what I want is to watch you bleed... and watch you suffer.

Then, without warning, Vampiro did the unthinkable. Swinging around so swiftly not many noticed it; Vampiro smacked the center of the headstone with the ledge hammer! The black heart seemed to splinter and crack as the hammer made contact with the stone. Drawing back, Vampiro gives it another blow. This time it shatters and falls to the earth in a heap. His chest was heaving and dropping as though he were getting high off of desecrating this grave. Letting the hammer lean against his shoulder, Vampiro looks back into the camera.

'The Blood Prince' Vampiro Tepes: This week... another Samoan goes into the ground.

The words were full of hate as the camera started to fade to black. The people in the arena were silent, haunted by what they had just seen. This went so much deeper than just a "Grudge Match". This was simply... sick.

The scene fades to black.