Prologue: A Royal Shit-Kicking

"There ya are, Niatch. What're you doing out here?" asks Tully Blanchard. He approaches an unusually somber "Nature Boy" Ric Flair as the rain pours down on them in the FFL Graveyard.

"I buried a kid today, Tully. My little boy Reid. 25. It's...it's just such...." Flair begins to sob.

"I know, Ric. I know. It's ok, though. He's in a better place now. And.."

"SHUT UP! DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME IT'S GONNA BE OK!" screams the 16 time former champion. "Look at the place! Look at all the death that comes with what we do! It's ridiculous! It's disgusting... I. I don't want to do it anymore." he sobs

Tully Blanchard looks at his friend is shock. Lightning crashes, and illuminates the tombstone Flair has chosen for the spot of his psychological breakdown. Arn Anderson. Tully is taken aback, as it's been too long since he's been to the resting spot of his fellow Horseman.

"Ric. I know there's nothing I can say to you to fill the hole that's been torn in you. Reid was a damn good kid, and what happened to him is a shame. And we've both lost Arn and Ole. There's only one thing I can say that might help."

"What's that?" whimpers Flair.

"Naitch. We're at nine, brother. This could be our last go round. Soon enough we'll be able to meet up with Arn and Ole and then the afterlife are gonna see what it's like when the four horsemen roll into town!"

"*sniff* That's true." says Flair, as he brightens up a little. "Well, Tull. IF it's gonna be the last call for the Horsemen. Let's do it up right! We'll give up something to talk about and never let them forget the name Flair!"

"That's great,Ric. But there's one more thing you gotta do to make it official. Let's hear it. Let's let these bastards know we mean business."

"WHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO " screams Ric Flair as another crash of lightning roars against the sky, barely able to match the intensity and rage that is pouring out of Flair as he rages against the sky screaming till his throat is sore.

"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. ROYAL HIGHNESS!!WE'RE COMING FOR YA! THE HORSEMEN ARE IN TOWN BABAY! AND WE'RE OUT FOR YOU! WHOOOOOOOOO"

Meanwhile, as these events unfold a drama of it's own is brewing deep in the bunker of The Royal Highness.

"Over one hundred trials. One hundreds failures but I feel we're getting closer. Subject Centra Yellow was close, but still not what I needed." says Vampire Kang the Conqueror "My vampire...affliction has helped me perfect the proper levels of radiation needed, but that's only half the equation. We need to..."

'YYYYEEEEAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!" A scream echoes through the corridors. Kang hurries to the cries. He looks into the tube.

"Yes. YES!" he exclaims as he witnesses the transformation taking place in-front of his eyes. "This is the most progress I've seen. Vocalization. Rapid growth, I see the formation of appendages, yes. It's progressing nicely." Kang smiles beneath his mask, pleased.

"Let the Shit-Kickers bring their "Superior" Spider-Man. Let them bring all they can. For we shall bring Doomsday unto them, and our very own "Superior" being."

Kang lets out his best villianous laugh, as the screams of further transformation fill the bunker. Lights flicker and machines buzz. Kang makes further notes and clips them to the tank, and hurries to further prepare for the upcoming battle and his return to the Play-Off Planet. His notes read:

Subject: Deltra Central- arachnid. Codename: DC SPIDERMAN!



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