NEXT MATCH: vs. None
EVENT: Anarchy
WINS 2 || LOSES: 0 || DRAWS: 0
ECW ACCOLADES:
SIGNED
The screen fades from black to a desolate field under a gray, overcast sky. Wind rustles through tall, dead grass as the camera slowly approaches an old, abandoned chapel. The structure leans slightly to one side, its roof missing shingles and the steeple casts a jagged shadow on the ground. A faint creak is heard as the chapel’s wooden door sways open. The sound of wind carries inside, accompanied by the hollow echo of footsteps. Inside, the chapel is decrepit. The pews are broken and scattered, and the stained-glass windows are shattered, casting fragmented beams of light on the dusty floor. On the altar lies a single, charred photograph of Lita, blackened around the edges, alongside the shattered remnants of a CD case from The Luchagors. Candles flicker weakly, their flames struggling against the cold draft that seeps through the cracks. Lucien Kross stands in front of the altar, his back to the camera. His dark trench coat sways slightly as he stares at the altar’s contents. Lilith is seated in one of the remaining intact pews, her legs crossed, idly twirling a matchstick in her fingers. The air is heavy, the silence broken only by the faint, haunting melody of “You Want It Darker” by Leonard Cohen. The camera cuts briefly to black-and-white highlights from Kross’s match against Lita at Anarchy showcasing The Eternal’s Embrace locked in on Lita following her defiance. The flashback fades out with the image of Lita lying on the mat, motionless, as the screen transitions back to the chapel. The camera moves closer to Kross. He reaches down and picks up the photograph of Lita. The flames from the candles flicker against the image, illuminating her younger, smiling face. He holds the picture, staring at it momentarily before letting it fall gently back onto the altar. Lilith rises from her seat, her heels clicking softly on the floor. She moves toward the altar, standing beside Kross, her gaze fixed on the shattered CD case. She speaks softly, almost in a whisper, her voice calm but unnervingly cold.
Footage flashes across the screen, this time showing fragmented moments of Lita’s career. Her triumphant debut in ECW, fiery and rebellious. The horrific landing in 2003 that shattered her neck, the moment frozen mid-impact. Highlights of her return, fighting against the odds, clawing her way back into the spotlight. The images grow more chaotic and fractured, fading into static before returning to the chapel. The camera focuses on Kross as he turns slowly, his round sunglasses catching the flickering light. He picks up the charred photograph and walks toward a rusted ash-filled basin near the altar. He speaks quietly, luring in the listener.
He drops the photograph into the basin. Lilith lights a match and gently tosses it in after, the flames igniting the ash. The flames consume the picture, its edges curling as the image of Lita’s face distorts and crumbles. The screen fades to clips of Kross walking down the aisle at Anarchy, his expression calm and deliberate. The camera focuses on his unrelenting gaze as he steps into the ring. The black-and-white footage shifts to color, highlighting Kross standing over Lita’s fallen body, his silhouette framed by the arena’s harsh lights. Lilith’s figure looms in the shadows behind him, her face partially obscured but her smile unmistakable. The camera lingers on Kross and Lilith standing by the altar. Kross picks up one of the shattered shards from the light tube used against Nick Mondo and places it beside the burning photograph. Lilith leans close to him, whispering something inaudible as the flames flicker and dim. The camera slowly pulls back, revealing the desolate chapel once more. The faint sound of the wind grows louder as the church’s sign outside can now be seen. As the camera lens focuses, it is revealed to say "LAST EXIT” before the letters are carried away one by one by the wind. In a flash of light, a blacklight attached to the camera turns on the church itself. Across the exterior, once invisible, now reads “EMBRACE THE RECKONING” across the entirety of the building in a jagged, glowing script. A final, discordant guitar chord echoes as the vignette dissipates to light static. In an instant, a photo of Kevin Owens flashes on screen. His face is streaked with blood, falling like tears from his eyes, before the entire scene collapses to heavy static.