The Attack On WWF Headquartes

By Dark Queen MedB
Hellion
and Devilz Angel

*A Quick note, this story was origionally set for a message board. So Go with it.....

Chapter 1

*Swiftly approaching WWF Headquarters, Dragon summons his kin with orders to wait for our arrival. Not flying low enough to be heard by Devilz Angel and Hellion, I choose to speak through telepathy . . . *
‘Prepare yourselves. We’re almost there. Dragon has summoned his kin and they await us. DA, try to summon your Panther. Perhaps she can be of some assistance to you in your part of this attack. Let me know if you require more help because help can always besummoned.'
*Looking into the distance, I motion for DA and Hellion to look. Just ahead of us stands the monstrous WWF Headquarters building known as Titan Tower. Circling tightly above the building are dozens ofbrightly colored Dragons.*
‘They are anxious to begin this attack. Let us not keep them waiting'
*Saluting DA and Hellion, I pull Dragon's head up and we shoot into the sky. In the brilliant, but swiftly receding sunlight, the great Reds & Blues look even more magnificent, while the beautiful Golds & Silvers blindingly reflect every ray of light.*
*Climbing swiftly into the sky, we join the Dragons. Seeing a couple of officials trying to run out the back door, a giant Blue and Gold peel away from the pack and glide down to chase them back inside. Looking around the back parking lot, they release their fury in a sweltering inferno that consumes the vehicles and leaves a twisted, smoldering mass of metal. Screaming their fury, they return to their places in the sky* *Two Silvers land on the roof with orders to torch anyone who tries to flee from the air.*
*To DA and Hellion* ‘The back door is secure, no one is getting out that way. And the roof has been cut off too, no helicopter escape for the bigwigs.'
*Deciding that we could use all the help we can get, I pull a small statue from my pocket and land close to the front door where DA and Hellion, sitting on their Demon Steed, wait to enter. Climbing down from Dragon, I place the statue near the door. Seeing the questioning looks from DA and Hellion, I quickly explain . . . *
"Don't worry. He’s more help. Just a little friend of mine."
*Smiling devilishly, I whisper a name ‘Bran'. A great black mist envelopes the statue and a thunderous roar erupts from the mist. As the mist dissipates, standing in the place of the statue is a pure snow white Tiger. I kneel in front of him, and scratch his ears.*
"Guard the door Bran, no one comes out without their permission" Points at DA and Hellion. "I'll be up there with Dragon. You take orders from them for now.I'll be close."
*Hearing a low rumble behind me, I turn and see myself face to face with a huge Panther.* Looking at DA, I ask, "I take it this is Santana? Very beautiful."
Turning to Bran, "You keep your mind on business. You stay here unless they need you inside."*Climbing back on Dragon, I turn to DA*
"Be careful in there. We don't have as much help as I would have liked, but I am confident that we can get this job done. If you need assistance, just call my name. I will hear you. Don't worry about Bran. He will do what you ask him to. Between Bran and Santana, I don't think you have to worry about any interference from Kane, or any from anyone else for that matter. Becareful and good luck."
*With that Dragon leaps to the sky. Patting Dragon's neck . . . 'Let's see what kind of fun we can have.'* *Watching the faces appear in the windows contorted with fear, we turn up the volume and all the Dragons start screaming in rage. The resulting sound is so loud and deafening that quite a few windows shatter, spewing glass in all directions, leaving the peopleinside scrambling for cover.*
*Hearing the frightened screams from inside the building, the Dragons furious screams soon turn toscreams of blood lust*

by Devilz Angel

“HANG ON. We’re GOING IN!!!”

“Hellion, you take the north side of the building . . . Santana (the panther) and I are going after Tori . . . be careful!!! Damn, I sure wish Hag had joined us . . . ” “guess you're gonna have to takecare of Kane sweetie.”

“Oops!!! Um . . . sorry. . . . our fight isn't with you . . . get out of here while you can, OK. Ohhhh, and don't worry, once we're in control of the scripts, you'll be seeing better action. . . hehhehe”

“Now, ah, Kane . . . this is really for your own good and you'll thank us later. Ohhhh, Tori this won't hurt a bit!!!”

by Hellion

Meanwhile on the North side . . .
"I think I’m gonna need some help myself." "BWHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA . . . BEHOLD THE MOST HELLACIOUS BEAST EVER TO STEP FOOT ON THE PLANET"
"DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!" "what the hell am I supposed to do with you? This is the most hellacious beast you could part with??? What? You couldn't even send me like some mutated gremlin?! A disgruntled elf? A really, really ugly fairy?!" Pouting, Hellion puts Percy in her pocket. "Fine. All right Percy! Let’s go kick someass!"
After checking what’s left of the directory (seems a few the dragons couldn’t wait for lunch), Hellion heads for the elevator and notices no cool elevator music when the door closes "cheap bastards." One last check in the glass to make sure the helmet looks good, she steps out on the 13th floor, only to find the WWF writers ready for her! A barrage of paper clips and rubber bands come out of nowhere. Hellion ducks inside a cubicle. "Ok, Percy, don’t let me down." She releases Percy who takes off down the hallway. Hellion sees a ghostwriter’s reflection in the computer monitor, he advancing toward her, holding a weapon, it’s a three-hole punch! Damn! These guys are equipped! Well, so am I! Hellion grabs the tape dispenser, spins around and clocks the writer right on the forehead. Down he goes. She then tapes his mouth shut and tapes his hands and feet too. Hellion runs for the next cubicle, another storm of paper clips, rubber bands, Hellion dives and rolls into a copy room. A ghostwriter waits in the shadows. He grabs her. There’s a struggle, Hellion grabs his head and pushes his face into the copy machine, hits start, he screams in agony as the copy light blinds him, he flails around until Hellion kicks him in the stomach and Stone Cold stuns him! Down goes another one. "I swore I’d have nothing to do with the Rattlesnake but desperate times calls for desperate measures!" Another writer grabs Hellion from behind, tries to put her in a chokehold. She flips him over her head, he jumps up immediately and tackles her. She kicks him as hard as she can, reaches for the staple gun and hits him between the eyes Down goes yet another. Hellion then staples the writers to each other and puts them in the supply closet. That’ll hold em!
Suddenly, deafening, bloodcurdling screams ring out from a conference room. She races inside to find the rest of the WWF writing team huddled in the corner terrified, with Percy standing in front of them! Hellion picks up Percy, looks at him puzzled, "I don’t believe . . . well . . . how did you . . . look at you guys! You’re nothing more than a bunch of cowards!!! You're quivering like little babies!!! It's rat, see?" The writers scream out in unison. "What?! Oh my god, you all are the biggest Losers, you know that!!!" ‘Devilz Angel? Devilz Angel? DEVILZ ANGELLLLL!!!’ ‘HELLION!!!! Stop yelling! This is mental telepathy not AT&T’ ‘Oh, sorry. I got the writers. What should I do with them?’ ‘You got the writers??? All of them??? Already??? Just wait, I’ll be right there!’

chapter 2

by Dark Queen Medb

Thru the smashed out windows, I watch as Hellion battles the writers bravely on her own. Straining to get a better look, I ask Dragon what she's holding . . . 'I believe she has a rat'.
‘A rat? I really must talk to her. I’m sure we could find her a better familiar.' Seeing Hellion throw a thumbs up signaling the defeat of the writers, I shake my head laughing, and return the thumbs up.
‘Someone is coming out the front door my Queen.'
Looking to the door, we see one person hesitantly poke his out. Watching him try and make a run for it, we swoop down to cut off his escape. Landing in front of him, my breath catches as I realize the man in front of me is not a writer . . . but none other than the wrestler Christian! Pulling back on the reigns to halt Dragon from attacking, ‘He's one of the good guys. Let him be.'
Christian: Looking up at Dragon and myself, "Who are you and what the hell is going on?"
Smoothly dismounting, I stand between Dragon and Christian and try to explain. "I'll answer your questions as soon as you answer mine."
Christian: "All right, anything, but what's going on?" Hands on hips I demand, "First, why are you here, andwho said you could leave?"
Christian: "I had to come in today to check out some changes with my story line, and then that woman on the horse came charging in and said I could leave."
Shaking my head, I explain, "First, it's a Demon Steed, not just a horse, but that's for another time. Second her name is Devilz Angel. As for what's going on,” looking up to watch the Dragons circle and dive, "We're here to change things."
Christian: "Change what? And who are you?" "Who am I, or who are we? My name is Dark Queen Medb, the one with the Demon Steed is Devilz Angel, and the one on the 13th floor holding the writers hostage witha rat is Hellion.
But beyond our names, we are COTN!"
Christian: "COTN?" Looking at Christian in disbelieve, "Yes, COTN. Creatures of the Night. We are loyal fans of the Undertaker, and we have joined together to take over this place."
Christian: "But that doesn't tell me why you're here."
"We're here for the same reason you are, the story lines. We're here to change things. We're sick and tired of all the shit that's been coming out of the WWF recently and we're here to take care of that. The story lines suck, and with us in power, they will get better. We have so many talented Creatures in our midst, and they deserve their shots. Up to this point no one would listen to us,” clenching my fist and glaring at the building, "but now, they have no choice but to listen. Now they work for us!"
Christian: "If you're all so loyal to the Undertaker,where is he?"
Snapping my head around to glare at Christian, "If we knew that, we wouldn't be Here!" Starting to pace, "That's our other reason for coming here. Ever since Taker has been out, we have been asking for updates on how He's doing, but nothing. Not one damn person here can give us the answer to that simple and harmless question. All we wanted was to know how we doing, but no. Instead, WWF has decided that we need to know exactly when Austin pisses, shits, and drinks a damn beer." Stopping to face Christian and seeing him smiling, "We don't care about that crap!" Watching the smile fade, I continue, "We ask about the Undertaker because without Him, the COTN wouldn't exist. We are His Creatures. And it's time we got the answers we have been searching for."
Christian: "I can understand why you are doing what you're doing, but be careful. You have no idea what you're up against."
Smiling wickedly, "Neither do they." Dragon, nudging my shoulder, ‘We should get back in the air. Hellion may need some help up there.' Nodding, I address Christian one last time, "We must return to the air and continue our assault. Go, and know that things will change around here."
Christian: "Is there anything I can do to help?" Thinking of the possibilities, I decline his help. "No, we must do this ourselves. Besides, have you ever ridden a Dragon before?" Watching him slowly shake his head while eyeing Dragon, I can't help but to laugh lightly. "That's ok. You go, and let us do what wehave to."
Christian: "All right, I'll leave, but I won't be far away." Climbing back on Dragon's back, "It would be safer if you were as far away as humanly possible. Don't worry, you'll know when we have complete power." Leaping into the air, I turn in my saddle to watch Christian leave. ‘He's a brave man. He didn't run when we landed.' ‘Yes Dragon, I know, but we must do this alone. Besides, I don't think DA would appreciate us putting Christian in danger.' Patting Dragon on the base of his neck, ‘But you would have protected him, wouldn'tyou? hehehe'

Chapter 3

By DQM

Climbing back into the sky, I hear DA calling...
‘Hellion has the writers held hostage on the 13th floor. I'm on my way there now', and hearing the laughter in her voice, ‘don't worry, Tori has been taken care of. She is no longer a problem.'
DQM: ‘Yeah, it looks like she got them all.'
DA: ‘Really? I thought she was kidding. That's really cool.'
DQM: ‘Yeah I watched most of it from out here. She actually fought all the writers. She has them all taped up and stapled together, and most of them are in the closet. The rest are in the conference room. She's holding them hostage with a rat.'
DA: ‘A what!? Did you just say a rat?'
DQM: ‘Yup. I said rat. It's a cute little white one.'
DA: ‘Ok, cool.'
Hellion: ‘HEY DQM WHERE ARE YOU?'
DA: ‘Hellion it's telepathy remember?'
DQM: Smiling, ‘I was at the front door talking to Christian. DA, you should have let me know he was inside and that you had released him, we almost incinerated him.'
DA: ‘Christian? You talked to Christian? What did hesay?'
DQM: ‘He wanted to know who we are and what the hell we're doing here. So, I told him. He wanted to help, but I told him it would be saver if he just left for now. He will know when we have complete control.' DA: ‘Go figure, I send him out, and you get to talk to him.'
DQM: ‘Well, you're the one who said I should stay outside with the Dragons. Hehehe. Besides, I think you impressed him. You should have seen his eyes light up when he told me that it was you who let him leave.'
Hellion: ‘What about me? Was he impressed with metoo?'
DQM: ‘He didn't even meet you Hellion. But I did get the feeling that he was impressed with all of us. He actually looked surprised when he realized that there are only 3 of us, not including Bran, Santana, Dragon and his kin. I really think he was impressed. He did say that we should be careful though. He said that we don't know what we're getting into.'
Hellion: ‘Yeah, but these sniveling coward writers don't know what they're in for either.'
DA: ‘hehehe, calm down Hellion, we need them alive for now. At least until our writers show up.'
DQM: ‘Yeah I said the same thing to Christian...they don't know what they're getting into either.'
Hellion: ‘OK, but when do our writers get here? Can't we kill just one?'
DQM: Hearing the piercing screams from inside, ‘Hellion, did you just say that out loud?'
Hellion: ‘Yup. Figured it might scare them into listening to us.'

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