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Having bought time slots in as many foreign TV station as his aides could, the Count would start a new campaign. One that wouldn’t be won by powerful armies and great military minds. No, this would be a campaign to win the hearts of the young children in the United Dominion and the rest of the world. He would use this campaign to show the world that he wasn’t a tin pot madman in control of a powerful nation. To show the world of hero, a warrior, a husband, a father and a fun looking guy.

In most places, the program would run for thirty to forty-five minutes, but within the United Dominion, the program would be on for a full hour. Why, well because he didn’t have to paid for the time slots in his own nation because he was the Caesar, the rightful ruler of said nation, and he owned those TV station through Timber Wolf Incorporated. Anyways, on with the show.

At the start of the show, there was a nicely dressed blonde haired young woman in gray dress suit. Her blue eyes, both ice cold and eerily as can be, looked into the lens of the cameras, making it look like she was staring into the souls of the ones watching. She stood on a black stage of a large monitor behind her.

“Greetings and welcome to the Fan Club of the Wolf show. My name is Nikita Shurikovna. During these thirty minutes or longer, we’ll be going over the person this fan club is about. The man known as Count JWolf, the Caesar of the United Dominion. The man loved by his people and called an insane tin-pot nut job by people whom hate him.” she said, smiling at the end. Her voice was friendly and inviting at the same time. Nikita was a lady that you would want to take home to meet your folks.

“Moving on with the show, the first clip that will be show is that Count will face unstoppable odds and come out on the top.” she said as the monitor changed to an aerial view of the newly rebuilt Roman Coliseum.

The view changed to the inside to show off the modern upgrades to the Roman Coliseum like A/C press boxes and other boxes. Rows of stadium type seating. The Coliseum even had a roof that could open at a flip of one little switch. The new Roman Coliseum didn’t house the mayhem that the old one did during its time. The United Dominion didn’t have slaves to force them to fight. So for the brave ones that fought in underground matches through the United Dominion, a new league was created for those that liked to fight for fun or fame. The Blood League was created during the 70’s and has become a favorite sport within the United Dominion for years.

Out of one of the entrances of the sand filled arena came the Count, wearing a tight sleeveless black shirt and black leather pants with matching black motorcycle riding boots. He had a body of a God, a walking statue of a man. His body was muscled temple of young man, not of a ten thousand year old person. He wasn’t some old fart that could fight for himself and used hordes of soldier to fight for him.

He stopped in the middle of the sand filled arena, looking around at the people cheering through his dark tinted sunglasses. The words of ‘Caesar’ came out of their mouth. Cheering on a man that was truly loved by them.

“Let it began.” came out of his mouth.

Without warning, four armored, armed men flew out of the sand. The Count was unarmed as the four men charged him. He only stood there, watching the four massive men charge forwards at him. As the four men got into range with their weapon, the Count pushed himself out the sand and into the air. The sound of the crashing of the four men would be heard as the Count lands a few feet away from he was just at. Medics ran out to aid the four men because they only hurt themselves.

The Count walked around, waiting to be attack as the crowd continued to chant his name.

Then without a another warning, the second attack had started. This time it was forma one loner rider in all black on a matching black dir bike, which flew into the sand filled arena from the crowd’s level. The rider shot forward at the Count like a bull charging at a matador. As the rider neared his target, which was also his leader, he slowed down to start a circle pattern. The bike moved closer and closer in ever turn, moving to attack the Count by running him over. Dirt was in the air creating a small sand storm as the engine revved out as the bike entered the turns.

Then the bike shot out of the sand storm with the rider to crashing into the arena stone wall, fire shot out as the gas ignited. As the dust cleared, the Count was holding the rider with his right hand by the neck. With a move that could have been seen by any of those ‘wrestling’ shows on other programs, the Count choke smashed the rider into the sandy ground.

The Count rose from the fallen fighter and spun around to face the main enterane to the arena. The sound of men were heard behind the massive doors. The Count smiled has his ears picked of the men chanting to themselves, some battle chants as the men knew whom they faced.

Then the massive doors flew open, dust entering the air, creating a cloud of and that hide the fighter as they exited. First, only ten men came charging out of the door. Then the number grew to over fifty by the time the first ten made it to the Count. The Count disarmed the first man and threw his sword behind him. He deliver a roundhouse kick to the man’s chest, sending him flying to four other men, knocking them all on the ground.

The horde of men continued forwards as weapons and people were send flying from around the Count. Some even flew six feet up in the air before coming chasing down. The fighting lasted for five minutes as the last fighter was send flying in the air.

The Count stood, looking at the crowd, his body was blooded from wounds from the bladed weapons hit him. Blood and sand cover his shirt, which even had its own cuts in it. He smiled as he looked at the fighters.

“I’m honor that you had the bravery to face me. I’ll honor you will gifts for your bravery, my people.” he said before walking out of the arena. The medic crews ran out as the view moved back to the young blonde woman.

“Oh…he’s so dreamy. I wish I could be his bride. Speaking of brides, check these out.” she said as monitor changed to the Count in white suit with a red tie, in the middle of a ballroom. He stood there with Countess Nefertiti (http://img154.echo.cx/img154/2950/countessnefertiti2hj.jpg) in a black dress. The music started and the couple began to do the tango. There was true love between them as they danced.

At the end of the dance, Nefertiti moved out of the floor as another bride stepped into the picture. Countess Marion Saint Clair (http://img205.echo.cx/img205/7968/countessmarionsaintclair1sz.jpg), wearing a lovely light blue dress, wrapped her hand around the Count. New music started to play as the couple danced the waltz. Like with Nefertiti, the two showed their love for each other in their moves.

Like as before, a new bride stepped in to dance with the Count. Countess Katherine Darkholme (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/CountessKatherineDarkholme.jpg), in a light brown dress, gave the Count a kiss before the music started up. As the two danced the Foxtrot, the same love could be seen from them like the other two brides.

At the end, Countess Xing Cai (http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/1603/countessxingcai8pk.jpg) stepped into the picture in a bright yellow and orange dress. The fun thing is what they were dance, the cha-cha-cha. Anyways, the fiery Asian bride showed the same love as her other Countess. My, my, the Count’s a lucky son of a gun.

Countess Arabelle Lehnsherr (http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/5418/countessarabellelehnsherr9sh.jpg) was next and she was in a royal purple dress. The two locked hands and lips before the music played. Anybody could see that they were dancing the Lindy Hop.

The last bride, which was still as hot as the other, moved out to the floor in a white suit like the Count. Countess Dawn Summers (http://img438.imageshack.us/img438/1972/countessdawnsummers7yw.jpg) even in the suit still showed off her body. He hands the Count a white hat, one that you would see on old school gangster. Then without warning, some music with some hip hop in it started. The two moved and toyed with each through the hip hop routine. Damn, that muscled man could move like an hip hop dancer out there.

As the music ended the Count along with his six brides bowed to the cameras. Then it panned back to Nikita.

"That was cool. That whole thing was done in one take without a break. Anyways, moving on to more clips of the Count." she said.

The monitor changed to a long road with mountains in the back of it. A small black dot could be seen coming really, really fast towards the camera, which was on the side of the road. The dot grew into the form of person on motorcycle, which had to be going at its limit in speed. Using the magical power of video, the feed slowed down as the biker neared the camera. The count looked over and smiled then wink before popping a wheelie. The feed speed up as the Count rode the wheelie into the sun set.

The feed changed to curvy road and decked out black and gray Dodge Viper at one side. The camera zoomed in on the face of the driver, which was the Count without an helmet. A message flashed under it. ‘Remember kids, always wear a helmet when riding a bike or driving a race car’ After that, the camera zoomed back out.

The Count fired up his Viper and started down the road, but not like you would normal do. He was dancing his car or other way known as drifting. The car and the road were partner to this crazy dance with the Count as the puppet master. One mistake and it will be all over.

At the end of the road, which was closer to a mile or more loner, the viper spun to a stop before the back tire began to burn out. As the white smoke filled the air, the young face of Nikita faded back into reality.

”The show is running almost to the end and there are still more clips of the Count. We have clips of him training his sons and daughters with swords and firearms. We have clips of him doing other things, but those will have to wait. Tune in next time to from more clips of the Count” she said.

Monitor changed to the Count in his normal black cowboy look in front of a large building. A red ribbon was in front of the enter cane to the building. On the glass doors were red crosses.

“I, the Caesar of the United Dominion, here by name this children’s hospital, the Daniel Pearce children’s hospital.” he said before cutting the ribbon with Blue Angel, his blue hilted Katana.

The feed ran down the names of those whom helped create the show and filmed it. At the end was a message for the viewers to start their own fan club of the Count in their nation because they could have visits from the Count, that is if thier government allows it.

OOC: I just had this idea a couple of days ago and thought I would write of a post. This is more for my fun then anything else. If you want have fan clubs in your nation, I’ll will not care. Anyways, I hope you like this post because I have many other ones in my head.

At about the same time, the familiar face of Nikita showed up on the screen. She was in dark blue dress suit. She was still the blonde haired Goddess from the first show. She looked at the camera and smiled her friendly face at the viewers.

“Welcome back to the show we are now calling ‘ The JWolf Show‘. A show that was made for family’s to watch unlike that other world leader’s show. Anyways, I would like to tell you about something new coming from the camp of the Count. Working with designer within Timber Wolf Incorporated, the Count had began plans for theme parks that are build around his life.” she said, her blue eye full of happiness.

“Plans are already under way for one in Germany. The one there will have four area of this park, which will be on lots of land. There will an Ancient Roman section, which will have rides and shows based around those times. The section next to that will be Asian Paradise, which will have a lot of rides and shows from the Count’s time in Asia over the ages.” she said, taking a small breath to move on.

“The last two sections are still being planned out, but there is one thing that I know. At the center of the theme park, a large warehouse will be built on two or more acres for one thing. The largest indoor VR game. It will be called ’Area Wolf’ and will house levels from the Count’s past for his fans and others to be him for a day.” she said.

A video of what the park would look showed as she talked. It highlighted areas of the park she was talking about.

“That’s the latest news from that part of his camp. Another cool thing is that the first video game for all of the platforms of ‘The Man, The Myth, The Legend‘ series will be out in stores soon. This games, which could be seen on the TWI website, will be based on the Count’s time in the Ancient Roman Empire.” she said before the monitor started playing shots of the game. The Count looked lifelike and the other parts of the game looked lifelike, too.

“The game is a role-playing game as you can control the Count through battles and even walking through Rome. The price of the game isn’t going to be high like those other video games are. The game will be for $29.99 USD.” she said.

“Anyways, I think we are running out of time in most areas. So, tune in next time as it was reported to me that the Count would be here for the next show. Until next time, do what the Count would do.” she said with a smile.

A video took over of the Count, standing in his Roman styled black armor, which he wore when he told about the United Senate, looking out from a small hill. He looked like he was ready to lead a battle, but that wasn't the truth.

The camera panned to what he was looking at. Land that had been leveled for something to be build on it. A large signed said ‘The future home of the Delray Hospital and the Valens Medical Center.’

With that, the same credits rolled and the same message was shown.

Another day, another show of the JWolf Show. This one would be special as it was reported in the last show that the Count himself would show up in person. Well in person as he would be at the side of the young beauty, Nikita Shurikovna. In which the face if that young beauty appeared on the screens.

“Welcome viewers back to the JWolf Show. And speaking of him, here he is.” she said, the camera panned back But there was something else other then the Count, standing beside her, that was different of the room. They were in the same stage anymore. The two were standing in what could only be called a indoor paintball field.

The Count was wearing some black combat boot, a pair of green tigerstripe cargo pants, a skinned tight black shirt, which had a image of four claws marks on the front and on the back was in white lettering ‘His Royal Badass’. As his front was facing the camera, the back of his shirt couldn’t be seen and if it was, the ass part had two pieces of black tape over it. This show was focused to young kids.

On the other hand, Nikita was in a full set of green tigerstripe BDUs with armor over her chest and arms. The black armor was strong enough to protect from the blows of a paintball gun. She even had a face mask hooked to her belt for later use.

“Hello, fans and viewers. This will be a special show as I have planed to take on and team up with students from a famous military academy within the United Dominion. There brave and honorable students are from the King Jedah Military Academy in Bucharest, Romania. For those that don’t know our history, King Jedah was the first ruler of the Dominion after it was founded in the year 1000 AD.” said the Count, taking a breath at the end.

Nikita smiled before she started up. “But before that action begins, we have video to show our viewers,” she said, turning to the Count, “My lord, can you tell us about this video?”

“Well,” started the Count, ”It is from a drag race a few days ago between me and the Chairman. The race was for a good cause. Whomever won the race would have fifteen million donated to their choice of charities or programs to help people.”

“Thank you and that’s a good cause for a drag race. Roll the tape, please.” said Nikita.

The tape began to play with the cars waiting for the all clear to set up for their race. There was blue and dark gray BMW M3 GTR (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BMW_M3), this car was fully tricked out with power and speed. This car looked like it was already moving fast don the stripe, but was it sitting in one place with crew members running checks on it. As the cameras panned around it, the name of it’s driver could be seen. This was the Count’s car.

The other car was a black 2006 Porsche Carrera GT (http://www.rsportscars.com/eng/cars/carrera_gt.asp) with red and orange fires around the tires, which moved back as it the car was moving. This was Chairman Paris’ car.

The signal was given for the drivers to enter their vehicles. The Count was just wearing a black and gray leather jacket some regular blue jeans and snake skin cowboy boots. Chairman Paris (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Lord%20Paris.JPG), on the other hand, was in a black and orange racing suit, which was fire proof and etc. He was a human after all. He placed his helmet on after shaking the hand of the Count.

The two drivers hopped into their car, their two powerful and fast cars. A message flashed at the bottom of the screen. ‘Don’t try this at home. Done on a closed track with people whom know how to handle car at high speeds.’

The two car fired up, both driver hitting the gas a few times to allow their engines to roar for the crowd. After that, the two cars moved to do their burn outs. The Count was there first and the BMW created a nice cloud of white smoke. The smell of burning rubber filled the air as Chairman Paris moved to do his burn out. The Porsche did its thing and more white smoke filled the air.

The two cars rolled up to the starting line and both signaled that they were ready. Their eyes watching the Christmas tree for the green light to do. Their hands ready to change gears. Their feet ready to push the gas and cutch. These two were ready for this race, a race for a good cause.

The starting lights moved up the colors until it hit green. The two cars shot off of the line with Lord Paris in the lead for a good part of the start of the race. Then the BMW moved forwards and got side by side with the Porsche. The two cars were moving fast down the mile long track then the Count changed gears to make the BMW take out like a coyote with its tail on fire.

The BMW passed the finish line with the Porsche and this is when it when from good to bad in less then a second. As Lord Paris slowed down, the BMW shot forwards as the Count started to brake. Sparks began to fly out from the front of the car, it was coming from the front tires. The steering to the car wasn’t under control anymore at this time, so the Count just handle on for the ride as he braked to slow down his high speed death machine.

The BMW hit the left wall first then shot across head on with the right wall. As it hit, the car began to flip and flip on its side, even leaving the ground over six feet. As the crowd watched in horror, the body of the Count was send flying out of his door after he cut his seatbelt off. His body, which looked like rag doll as it flew through the air, lands hard on his left side and starts sliding. He came to a stop about five hundred feet or more and rolled to his back.

He was lifeless and bloodied as the BMW flipped over his body about a few feet away from him. Sixty feet behind him, the BMW, or whatever was left of it, came to rest and was the way needed to be. Fuel was flooding out of the car as a fire had started in the engine compartment.

When it looked like all hope was loss, the Count did a kick up as the BMW exploded. A camera was pointing at him as the fireball grown behind him. His left part of his face, his left arm and some other parts of his left side were bloodied form his slide. But there was something good about it all, he did win the race.

The feed moved back to the Count and Nikita at the indoor paintball field.

“That should teach our viewers and the children watching this show that car aren’t toys. I have been driving cars from the began something called a car, so I know what I was doing. The cause of the crash was the front tires hit a pieces of sharp metal at the end of the track. Don’t know how it go there, but it was there.” said the Count, armed with a blue paintball rifle.

“So, you won the race. What was the charities of your choice?” asked Nikita, whom as armed with a black paintball rifle.

“A research of the cure of cancer. Not only did they receive the fifteen million, I donated another hundred million to their cause.” said the Count, he placed a pair of sun glasses on. He looked over at the blond haired women. “This go hunt those students.”

With that the two disappeared into the field with about ten young teenagers in matching green uniforms with black armor following them in. All armed with type of paintball guns. Camaras would pick up the action through the battlefield.

Twenty minutes of fighting, which even the Count was ‘killed’, the show was coming to an end. The Count, Nikita and about twenty young teenagers of many races. Their uniforms had many colors of paint on them.

“That was fun. Tune in next time.” said the Count, waving.

With that, the same credits rolled and the same message was shown.

OOC: Even if this show wasn’t on your TV station, it will be on Dominion satellite channels. I did say this was for my fun, but comment would be cool. Anyways, until next time.

[OOC: Damn, it has been ten days. I forgot about my own baby. Anyways, here comes fourth episode of the JWolf Show.]

Another day, near the same time slot, music began to play. No, not heavy metal or death metal like you would think the Count would like to listen to. No, this wasn’t some country music. No, it wasn’t hip hop. It was song for those old folks would know. It was music that was used for a show already that had the Hoff in it. The Knight Rider theme music was playing.

On the screen was the Count, wearing his trademark cowboy uniform, standing on some type of grassy hill that overlooked a valley. Snow capped mountains could be seen in the back ground. His back was to the camera, the wind blowing his duster around a little bit.

As the music stopped, he turned and smiled at the camera. “Welcome viewers, I have two things that will be special of this episode of the JWolf Show. I do have sad news as Nikita Shurikovna is out sick today from a cold. She’ll be okay after a few days of rest and relaxation.” he said.

“Moving on, I’ll show you the first thing about this show.” he said, still smiling like a kid in a candy store. He moved his right hand into his duster and pulled out a large pistol, a black Predator III heavy pistol. “Viewers, I would like to show you, the Predator III heavy pistol. These monster of a pistol is used by the United Dominion Armed Forces and fires a 13x30mm Magnum round.”

He took a paused as showed the black pistol to the camera. “This pistol is designed by Pale Rider Arms, which the production rights were bought from to built these weapons in the United Dominion. This pistol is the 7,000,000th one made within the United Dominion.” he said, he pushed the release for the clip and showed the camera the size of a 13x30mm Magnum round.

“This pistol is good for knock down power. So, viewers, if you live in a nation that allows their civilians to own firearms, give your hand on a Predator III heavy pistol from Pale Rider Arms. If you can’t own a firearms, then come to the United Dominion.” he said. He pushed the clip back in and make sure around was in the camber.

He moved to face four metal targets that looked like those Kraven Capitol Police. He raised the pistol and fired at the four targets. Aiming for the head’s of these fearsome monsters of war, the Count knocked the targets on their backs form the forces of the rounds. The noise boom from the pistol could be heard in the surrounding areas.

He spun to face the camera and took the emptied clip form the pistol. “Fun, right?” he asked as he placed a flesh clip into the pistol. Placing it on safety, he re-holstered the massive pistol.

“Good news, boy and girls, there is new countess within the United Dominion. The youngest daughter of Sir Alexander Octavianus has became my new bride. She isn’t a vampire or even a mutant, she is a werewolf.” said the Count, smiling like jackal eyeing its prey.

“Some people will think it is funny for some old fool like me to marry these young women, but fate is fate. My brides was shown to me in dreams before I even knew of them, but Cornelia wasn’t like the other brides.” he said. “She tracked me down after me and her father signed the treaty to end the blood feud between vampires and werewolves.”

“My old eyes saw that she was truly in love with me and even my love control my action.” he said. “Here is the video of our bonding as one.”

The screen changed to a dome shaped room with white marble all around, from the floor to the ceiling. In the center was fountain with two statue of wolves in it. The Count, standing in a long black coat, stood by the fountain looking at the door that was in front of him.

The camera panned around the room to show those within the walls of this room. Each of the six Countess, wearing different color and styles of dress, were in the room. Other faces were some of the princes and princess. There was even a few of the grandsons and granddaughters there too.

The camera focused on the door as it open, Cornelia Octavianus (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/CountessCorneliaOctavianus.jpg) walked through in a dark blue dress with her father at her side. Alexander was a massive man with black hair, wearing a gray fur coat over a brown suit. Both father and daughter had eerily blue eyes, there weren’t normal blues eyes.

Alexander and Cornelia walked in front of the Count. Taking Cornelia’s right hand with both of his hands, the Count smiled and said “This will be the first blood bonding of a vampire and werewolf.” Alexander moved back and stood with the others.

The Count and Cornelia kissed before the bonding of vampire and werewolf started. Looking at her, the Count could see her smiled at him. Taking her right wrist, the Count moved to kiss there before bring his fangs into her young flesh.

There was both pain and love in her eyes as he drank some of her blood. As he finished taking as little blood as he need, she did the same to his right wrist.

The blood bonding as been finished and the to being were now husband and wife in the world of vampires and werewolves. As no religion would ever work for a vampire or a werewolf, the blood bonding is what is done to unite two vampires or two werewolves.

The screen when back to the Count on the hill. He stood there as the wind blew his duster.

“That’s all the time we have. That’s all folks.” he said.

With that, the same credits rolled and the same message was shown.