Genocide Match

[Allura Desmonds]

RP Limit: 1 Per Character
Deadline: 02/06/19 at 11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 02/08/19 at 11:59pm eastern time
Good Luck to all

[Uh Oh]

The night is thick and black as snow flutters over the city a soft scratching at the arena door followed by a ghoulish groan....

Voice: .....We're coming...

[Uh Oh]

A thick burly figure stands in the bowels of the arena arms crossed. Face hidden in the shadows.

Figure: The master will be here soon....

[Uh Oh]

A seductive silhouette is cast upon a shower wall as a sultry voice whispers in the night.

Female Voice: It will be too late soon...

[machinematt]

JJ Watley stands in front of the camera nude, his backside facing the camera. He stands in the one-legged Yoga “tree pose”, maintaining his balance, head bowed, and hands together in front of his chest. JJ maintains this pose, standing on a mat near the edge of a cliff. JJ faces a beautiful waterfall cascading down into a lagoon below. In the far, faint distance, the skyline of Los Angeles, California can be seen. It is the site of the Genocide Pay-Per-View and home to the most exciting match in sports entertainment. The diverse, southern California scenery as displayed in the background featuring the blue-green lagoon, the taupe and grey surfaces of the clay and rock surrounding the lagoon, the lush green forest making its way into the frame from the right, and the blue sky speckled with small, fluffy, white clouds. Five women, each diverse in their own right, skinny-dip in the water below as JJ Watley maintains his nude pose. Finally, JJ Watley puts his raised foot down and stands on both legs. He turns around to face the camera, having completed his workout.




JJ Watley: Hey! Namaste! I hope you don’t mind me wearing my birthday suit…you see those chicks down there? I banged them all last night…and again this morning…and I plan on banging them all again in a few minutes…so what’s the point in getting dressed, you feel me?




JJ Watley rolls up his baby-blue Yoga mat and tucks it into a brown, reusable hemp bag.




JJ Watley: I guess you’re here to talk about Genocide, yeah? We can do that. Walk with me.




JJ Watley walks towards and passed the camera and heads toward a white, sandy trial leading into the forest. More diversity is displayed in the woods as Coast Live Oaks, Western Sycamore, Fremont Cottonwood, and Cupressus Forbesii trees fight over the sunbeams invading the forest. The camera crew follows closely behind JJ, trying to keep his bare backside out of the picture.




JJ Watley: Yoga has worked wonders for me bro. I mean, my balance, my core, my stamina...(JJ winks) has all improved.




As they walk down the trail, JJ turns around and walks backward to keep his face in frame like a seasoned pro.




JJ: So what did my brother tell you guys? “Genocide is about opportunity” and “RJ Watley is going to steal the show”? That sounds about right. Listen, he drew a really good number, so good for him. 74th out of 80 is a great draw. As for me, I’m entrant 34 out of 80. We’re talking thirty-three before me and forty-six after me. Is it realistic to say “I can hold my own” and hang long enough for my brother and I to finish 3rd and 4th to earn a shot at those Tag Team Titles that elude us? I mean, I don’t know…I guess? Maybe that doesn’t sound optimistic but look at the facts…there are eighty people in this match. Eighty. I got a draw in the lower half of that staggering number. Sure, Genocide is going to set all kinds of records for a match of its kind, and the show itself has so much at stake, but to stand here and tell you straight-faced that I’m “going to have the gas to last from 34 to finish 3rd of 4th” is a tall order.




JJ turns around to face front. A fork in the path lies ahead. JJ takes the path on the left, continuing to guide the crew. The path now begins to pitch downhill. JJ reaches out and plucks a leaf of California Juniper and breathes in the nature of it and his surroundings. Seeing a straight and clear path ahead, JJ begins walking backwards again as to keep his face to the camera as they walk.




JJ: I will say this…I too, have aspirations of stealing the show. I too, want to make a splash and a dent in this match. We promised our fans and our detractors that we would dominate the NCW Tag Team division in our first year and become the Tag Team Champions. That didn’t happen and we have ourselves to blame. I feel a strong obligation, as does my brother, to make that up to our loyal fans and C.L.I.T. supporters. So, of course my plan is to last as long as possible to get a 3rd or 4th place finish, and to be even more realistic, I plan on setting the record for most eliminations in Genocide history. If I want to claim a 3rd or 4th place finish, I can’t do that by taking a time-out and hiding in the corner. No, nor is that my style. No, I’m going to go “balls-to-the-wall” and try to break the elimination record. Then, and only then, do I think I have a shot to make it and get myself a Number One contendership for those elusive Tag Team Titles.




JJ reaches behind his head and tightens his ponytail as he begins to sweat more than he was earlier.




JJ Watley: I need to look good, these chicks down here are hot and we aren’t too far from them now…any way, aside from breaking that record, I’m not really in this for personal, individual glory. Singles completion has never interested me. My brother and I have dominated Tag-Teaming and been successful everywhere we’ve been yet NCW has been the trickiest nut to crack. Kudos to everyone on the Tag Team roster, because this is where the talent is, and it’s taken us longer than expected to reach the pinnacle of this division. We knew it was going to be tough but now we feel like we need to make up for some undelivered promises. I’m not in this to become Pride of the People’s Champion or Hardcore champion or any other Singles icon. My brother and I are set out to show the world that we are the best TEAM in wrestling. Now, let me guess, my brother predicted the C.L.I.T. would walk out Number One contenders and we would “Freebird” the defense of the titles once we win? I knew it. I swear that dude has high hopes and dreams…too bad the “Freebird rule” is outlawed here in NCW.




JJ turns around to face front again, leading the crew around a bend, continuing on the path which is now sloping more steeply down-hill. Willow trees can be seen downhill, evidence of their arrival near the surface of the lagoon the willow provides shade over and protects.




JJ Watley: I mean the “Freebird rule” would be awesome…who doesn’t love a threesome, am I right? The C.L.I.T. would totally dominate the threesome scene! But…rules are rules. And that’s my new mentality. I can’t control that Steven and Curtis Grace somehow found their balls in 2018 and put up a fight. Just like I can’t control the fact that their hot sister is basically brainwashed into keeping that juicy body of hers hidden under those pant suits she wears. Listen, you can expect the Watleys to do a ton of damage in this Genocide match just like you can expect a ton of eliminations from yours truly. You can even expect that I may very well last all night long…just ask my lady-friends here…




They finally reach the bottom of the hill and end of their path. Looking through the clearing, the beach of the lagoon is both sandy and laden with pebbles. Five sets of beach towels are laid out in the sunlight. All five women splash and laugh in the shallows of the lagoon.




JJ: Ladies, do you think at Genocide your boy can go all night long?




The ladies all shout their agreement in unison, whistling and cheering-on their man. The camera lingers a little too long on their nude bodies, glistening with water from the lagoon. JJ Watley snaps his fingers to regain the cameraman’s attention.




JJ: Over here bro…ha ha ha. Listen, this past year has been quite a journey for your boy JJ. All kidding aside, I can reach the end. The rest of this roster is going to fill the heads of our fan base with empty threats and delusions of grandeur. Guys and gals on this roster, who have never even made it past the middle of the card, are going to declare themselves the next Pinnacle champion or the next “insert Champion name here”…but the fact is, most of them will be gone before I enter this match. BiggML, my best friend and fellow C.L.I.T. member, enters the match just 2 spots before I do. Does anyone out there watching really think we AREN’T going to work together? That’s funnier than saying “Baalzebul is going to be the next Pinnacle Champion”. We are a cohesive unit and regardless of how the results shake out, the Watleys will still be the strongest Tag Team here and the C.L.I.T. will be the strongest unit here. You really think Darkson and his crew have the chaps to hold up? Most of that crew has more ring rust then part-timers like Phoenix Halliwell. And the Elite Empire…how long will it take before Evan Storm, the Graces, and Devin Rogers see that Gunnar Granderson only cares about protecting his own title and his own skin in this match? Do you think Gunnar is going to help any of them stay in the match long enough to earn anything? I can assure you he won’t. He’ll try and have his crew last long enough to protect himself before he forces them to bail out. What do you think is going to happen is if comes down to Devin Rogers and Gunnar Granderson as the final two? Gunnar is going to expect Rogers to toss himself out of the ring, and how does that benefit Devin Rogers? So, those of you watching out there can kid yourselves all you want if you think Darkson’s rusty crew or the Elite Empire is going to leave Genocide in control. Even more of these competitors will be gone before my brother even enters the match at number seventy-four. I’m telling you right now, the C.L.I.T. is going to turn heads and surprise the doubters out there. The C.L.I.T. is going to leave everyone satisfied and smiling. The C.L.I.T. is going to leave everyone longing for more and THAT my friends…you can count on! Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get my skinny-dip on.




JJ Watley winks at the camera before running full speed across the sandy beach and stomping his way into the cool, calm waves of the lagoon. The ladies laugh and splash at him. JJ tackles the nearest woman before the two begin to engage in what does not look like wrestling. The camera suddenly points to the sandy ground and cuts the feed.

[machinematt]

A sweeping view of a dimly lit, yet cozy den is shown. A fire crackles and breathes from the base of a stone hearth fireplace. The camera focuses on the flames as they lick the stone hearth and tickle the sides of the fireplace. Parts of wood fueling the fire glow bright red and orange as the wood feeds the flames. Smoke drifts upwards, disappearing into the fireplace and out into the environment yet some smoke lazily escapes and drifts into the den. A man sits upon a plush, single chair. His red velvet robe covers him from his ankles to his shoulders. His legs crossed, his right slipper dangles from his foot, desperately trying to stay on. Black trim highlight the front of the robe. A large, black knot sits upon the man’s lap. The camera continues to pan upwards. The man inhales through his nostrils deeply and exhales with a tone of satisfaction. The smell of burning wood pleases him.




Man: Ah….




The camera finally pans upward to the man’s face, which is shrouded in shadows. His silhouette reveals hair pulled back into a ponytail.




*Flick*




A match is suddenly lit and placed in front of the man’s face. The match ignites something and the glow of a pipe now shows, illuminating the man’s face. RJ Watley inhales a drag from the pipe.




RJ Watley: UGH HUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUH!!!!!




RJ Watley begins to hack and cough, gagging and struggling to catch his breath. Tears fill his eyes as blood begins to rush into his face, turning him a shade of beet red.




RJ Watley: HUHUHUHGUHUHUHUGHUHUHUH…..




RJ Watley continues to hack and cough, wiping tears from his eyes from time to time. He finally regains his composure, banging his pipe against the side of an ashtray, emptying its contents. He snorts the mucus inside his nose, spits it into the fire, and wipes his mouth. RJ reaches across the table beside his chair and turns a lamp on to its medium setting. The light comes on, causing RJ to blink his way through refocusing and smiles at the camera.




RJ Watley: Genocide…the re-set button. A clean slate. Opportunity. It’s been a little over a year since my brother and I signed with Neo Championship Wrestling and we are still title-less. We promised that we would dominate the Tag Team division and show the world why we are the greatest Tag Team in the business. For the most part, we have racked up quite the record, but yet…the Tag Team Titles elude us.




RJ uncrosses his legs, and then re-crosses them switching one leg over the other.




RJ Watley: For the past year, everyone has been talking about the Watleys vs. The Social Graces…two sets of brothers going at it for a full year. It’s one of the best feuds in the business today and I’ll admit, they’ve bested us each time. But what is Batman without the Joker? What is Superman without Lex Luther? What is Deborah Grace without my brother JJ? The point is, we have gotten closer and closer to the top of the mountain and we now are on the cusp of finally defeating our nemesis. Enter Genocide…Genocide for most represents a clean slate, a fresh start, new beginnings…opportunity.




RJ reaches for a glass of brown liquid resting beside the lamp on his book table. He rotates the glass, swirling the brown liquid inside and smells it, pretending to admit the aroma. He takes a sip, grimaces, immediately spits it back into the glass and coughs.




RJ Watley: I…I don’t understand how Gunnar Granderson drinks this stuff. Maybe that’s why he is so cranky. My lips burn…it’s like pure gasoline…




RJ Watley licks his lips in disgust and shakes his head like a baby rejecting pureed peas.




RJ Watley: Most of this roster is going into this match seeking new opportunities, new ways of reinventing themselves. Yours truly is entering the Genocide match as the 72nd entrant out of 80. Some would call that a distinct advantage. Seventy-one other competitors will enter before me, most of them being eliminated before I even step through the ropes…most of them with their eyes on the Pinnacle Title, or a chance to be the Number One Contender for individual glory and accolades. Not me. Not RJ Watley. My eyes are set on the prize my brother and I came here for, the NCW Tag Team Championships. Nothing else matters.




RJ Watley stands and puts his hands to work, smoothing the wrinkles from his robes. He adjusts the knot of his robe and walks across the room towards the fire place. He stops and rests his arm against the mantle, looking seriously and deeply into the flames licking the fireplace walls and stone hearth below.




RJ Watley: Herein lies the real challenge…you see, unlike other promotions’ attempts or versions of this match our winner earns the Pinnacle Championship. However, other late finishers earn themselves title shots. What makes my brother and I’s mission and any other legit Tag Team’s mission more difficult, is the fact that the 3rd and 4th place finishers are the new Tag Team Number One contenders…this means there is potential for random Singles wrestlers to be paired up, whether they like it or not, and now would stand atop the Tag Team division as the new Number One contenders. This also means there is potential for one-half of existing teams being paired up with someone else…for example, as the 72nd entrant, I could very well finish 3rd or 4th. But what if my friend BiggML finishes there with me? He and I would be the Number One contenders. What does that mean for my brother JJ? Well, with opportunity comes strategy…if any combination of members of the C.L.I.T. becomes the Number One Contenders for the Tag Team titles, rest assured the C.L.I.T. is going to win those Tag Team titles and defend them following the Freebird rules! Any team looking to take those from us will have to deal with all three of us!




RJ Watley turns his head from the fireplace and back to the camera and smirks.




RJ Watley: If you told me a year ago, that the Watleys will not win the NCW Tag Team titles within their first year, I would have been very upset. But my brother and I have evolved this year. We’re in the best shape of our lives, we’re worked harder and trained longer than ever before, and we had a manager; even though her employment with us was short-lived. We’ve stayed focused, won a ton of matches, entertained more people and still tamed more strange then anyone in the business. There is but one strange we’ve yet to tame…and that’s the NCW Tag Team Titles. I could stand here and run down the entire 77 other competitors in this match other than myself, my brother, and BiggML. I could stand here and tell you that each of them doesn’t have what it takes. That each of them doesn’t hold a candle to RJ Watley. I could stand here and say that I am going to win it all because I am the best…but why say that when I can prove it?




RJ Watley walks away from the warmth and haze of the fireplace and walks into a beautiful, modern kitchen. He walks past a large island and over to a built-in refrigerator, disguised to look like wooden cabinetry. He opens the fridge and pulls out a carton of milk. RJ pops it open and takes a long swig before wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his robe.




RJ Watley: One by one, these competitors are going to tell you that they are going to win, that they are going to become the new Pinnacle Champion; that they are going to the top of the mountain! I’m not going to say any of that…no. RJ Watley is going to steal the show. RJ Watley is going turn heads and raise the bar. RJ Watley is going to make Genocide unforgettable. I want Steven and Curtis Grace to take notice. Watch and take notes. Once it’s all said and done, and you watch the film back as I toss opponent after opponent over that top rope, I want you to remember this proclamation. Genocide is a chance for new beginnings and fresh opportunities, and THIS year at Genocide, things are going go the C.L.I.T.’s way. The C.L.I.T. will get what it deserves. 2019 will be the C.L.I.T.’s year. The C.L.I.T…..




The kitchen light suddenly turns on, blinding and surprising RJ Watley. He drops the milk carton onto the kitchen floor, spewing milk everywhere. The camera pans to a man in his mid-50’s, scowling and looking confused as he looks from RJ Watley to the camera crew.




Homeowner: Who the hell are you?! What the hell are you doing in my house?! In my kitchen! Drinking my milk and making this mess! I’m calling the cops!!




RJ Watley smiles at the camera, eyebrow turned up, and takes off running. RJ runs out of the kitchen opposite the homeowner and into the next room. The camera follows as they run through a Dining Room, then a Foyer, before running through a door leading to the garage. RJ Watley then sprints out of the garage and into the street through the open garage door, laughing.




Man: Hey! That’s my robe!! Get back here!!!




Once in the street, the camera turns back to show the man standing in the middle of his garage, baseball bat in hand. The camera turns and pans to the street where the shadowy silhouette of RJ Watley is running away. The distance sounds of RJ’s laughing can be heard as the scene cuts.

[Uh Oh]

Chris Clinton is standing in front of the Staples arena. Suddenly a white limo pulls up. The limo driver steps out and opens the door. Out steps clad all in a white suit and black sunglasses with a toothpick in his mouth is Sakon Serakoga.

Chris Clinton: What are you doing here? Are you participating in the Genocide rumble?

Sakon just stops and turns his head towards Chris then puts his hands into the pockets of his white slacks and walks past him without saying a word into the arena.

[Uh Oh]

The camera shows a figure standing behind an old fashioned changing screen. It casts a silhouette of a man about six feet in height. His voice is distorted.

Mystery Man: I was called and asked if I wanted to participate in the Genocide rumble. A year ago I attempted to gain revenge but it was to no avail. This time I am out to prevent the success of a group of individuals. So if they fail in my heart I win... I'm coming....

The camera fades to black.

[Allura Desmonds]

Shots Fired

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[Allura Desmonds]

Phobos has Spoken



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[Uh Oh]

The night is dark the only light is the shimmering rays of the moon. Looming in the background is a stark and ominous building. It is a psychiatric hospital. Four figures clad in black scale the wall and start knocking out security guards. They enter the building.

Moments later five figures come out of the hospital four clad in black and one wearing tattered scrubs and chains around hands and feet as alarms blare they scale the wall and vanish into the darkness

[Uh Oh]

Images flash on a screen in the arena. It shows images of Evan Storm laid out. MMA gloves laid out on his chest. Motograter's Suffocate hits. Then in green letters it says one message "Soon... the Elite Empire shall know my fury."

[Allura Desmonds]

Act 1: Death is Coming


"I that I was conceived by Sakhamet and borne by Satis. I am Horus who came forth from the Eye of Horus, I am the Wadjet who came from Horus, I am Horus who flew up, I have lighted on the vertex of Re in the prow of his bark which is in the Abyss."
Spell 66 - Book of the Dead

The scene opens on the beautiful San Fransisco Bay. Heavy fog drifted over the water, hiding the Golden Gate Bridge that connected the two land masses on either side. The sound of sea gulls could be heard drifting on the air, and the water could be heard lapping against the dock that sat off the water. The sky was a bright blue with few clouds floating, and the sun was starting to burn off the fog revealing the black water below. The sound of a ship horn breaks the silence and we see a small tour boat that sat waiting for people to board. Tourists board the ship and in their midst we see a familiar face. It was Necra, dressed in a black leather jacket, with pants to match. A shirt with golden designs on it was underneath the jacket and her long raven like hair was pulled back from her face. The boat soon pulls away from the dock and heads into the fog. The other tourists on the boat avoid her as she stares out at the brackish waters as they move quickly across the strange colored water. Soon an island comes into view and we see Alcatraz Island. The rest of the onlookers snap photos and take it all in, as Necra just stares up at it. It loomed like an open wound and she could feel the spirits that still remained. The boat soon lands, and everyone steps off the the boat and onto the dock. Necra follows out behind them mixing in with the crowd as they moved toward the front gates and to the tour guide that waited. Soon the guide motions for the crowd to move through and the tour starts. Necra follows behind taking in the sights around her as they passed by pictures of the past inmates and the cells that had once housed them. The tour guide goes on about the past of the island, and a few other things that had occurred there. AS they pass a staircase going down, something catches her eye. She stops and watches something or someone move down the stairs into the darkness below. The crowd moves on, leaving her alone at the top of the stairs.

Necra: Alcatraz has a life of its own. There is something that lingers here, that no one can explain. Even the natives knew there was something wrong with the land. They avoided it in fear of bird like creatures that were said to live here. Dark spirits roam through the darkness and have driven people to insanity, and even death. It could be the land itself, or it could be a demon that claimed it for themselves. But I'm not here to tell stories, no I let the darkness fill me to ready myself for what is to come.

She pulls out her cell phone and hits the flashlight on it, as she starts to head down into the darkness. Her high heeled shoes echo on the stone steps as she makes her way down into what use to be the main floor of the old fort. The smell of decay, salt water, and mold filled her senses as she stops at the bottom of the stairs.

Necra: Two years ago I walked into Genocide with the now called Pinnacle title on my shoulder only to lose it to Emily. I'm going into this one empty handed but I will walk out with the title in hand. You see I know Gunnar is going to do everything that he can to win this match and walk away with the title still in hand, but I'm not the only one that will be going after him. There are 79 other people trying to get it, and trust me no one is going to stop until they have it, but I want it just that much more. Lets start with the two men that I want to see put at the bottom of the heap when all is said and done. The Watley's. They have spoken and I have to say it really doesn't surprise me that the are their usual selves and not taking anything seriously. For the rest I'm not sure. Phobos will try but more than likely come up short just as many times that he has before. There are so many others that have yet to speak and it makes me wonder if they are afraid to speak or they finally realize that they don't have what it takes to win this match.

She walks along the cold stone floor as she feels eyes on her as she walked.

Necra: I still haven't had any luck finding out who attacked Jack. But at least in this match I can weed through the rift raft and get rid of who I think attacked Narr. But then again, at this point it doesn't matter who did it. Everyone is my target. Devin, Evan, Gunnar and whoever else is in the so called Elite I hope you realize that you have the biggest targets on your back at the moment. But I think you already know that don't you? I know Gunnar is coming into this match but you are walking out of this with nothing in hand. I'm making sure I get to the last few and with where my number is I have a really good chance at getting to the end. Avery, Mike you managed to beat Tommy John and I have to say I am not pleased with that outcome whatsoever. I know you two will stick together as long as you can to get to the end and work toward the same goal... But only one of you can get the title and hold onto it. Phoenix and Venus I know you two will do the same, but Phoenix has it out for me more than you do Venus. But then again you know or at least have an idea of the outcome. One that you and you alone know.

The sound of voices carry on the wind from the upper level and Necra turns heading back toward the stairs as a set of red eyes stare at her from the darkness as she passes by.

Necra: Thayne you think just because you have held the Bloody Hardcore title as long as you have you're special? You're not. You haven't had any real competition yet to take it from you. What happens when someone wins that number contender spot that is just as good as you if not better and takes it from you? What then? What happens to you? Will you move on or will you cry about it, and try to get it back? Cross is in the same boat as you. Neither one of you have had decent opponents. I have a feeling that's going to change. As for Micah, Erin, and the two new twits that have joined, welcome to hell. You're going to be thrown into a match that you have no chance in winning. None of you deserve it anyway. I mean look at at you. You lost the tag titles to the Graces but then again, what do you really expect from losers? Chazz... Avery beat the holy hell out of you and yet you think you're going to make it very far in this match? Uh Oh you think you're going to be protected by Joanne? How long will that last? You know she'll want to get to that title and put Gunnar in his place just like everyone else. BiggML another so called ladies man that has held a title only to lose it to a pathetic fool that has only defended it once and ended in a tie.

She smiles as she looks back at the pure red eyes as hers turns red before going back to their normal golden color. Necra walks up the stairs and back into the light, as a few tourists are taken back by her. Necra walks by one of the solitary confinement cells and hears screams coming from within that no one else seems to hear.

Necra: The sounds of screams will never leave this place. Whatever lingers here still tortures the souls that wander this place. Even Al Capone once said that when he was in his cell that he was haunted by those that were killed in Chicago. But then again he was going insane from TB so maybe he was lying... But then again... Maybe he wasn't. I know there are a lot of others that I could address but then again why bother? I've said my piece and I will do whatever I need to do to win. In the end I will walk away with the title and be the last one left standing. I just hope the rest of you know what you are getting into. I am the Goddess of the Dead, Queen of Death, The Angel of Death, The Lady in Black, The Reaper of Souls, the child of Heaven and Hell! Fear me; for when you look upon me you will see your end. See you soon and good luck... You're going to need it.

Necra smiles as she falls back into the crowd and seems to disappear among the people as the scene fades to black.

[Uh Oh]

The camera draws back from the oppressive dark to reveal the towering and forboding form of Dark Nexus. he is flanked by Lilith, Ghoul, and Minion. He gives the camera a sinister smirk.

Dark Nexus: I have returned and many are already trembling in terror for the chaos and destruction I wrought last time. But fear not I am here for one purpose and that is to stop a certain someone from walking out of the Genocide rumble as the Pinnacle champion. Any, who get in my way will be destroyed as well. My greatest joy and triumph will be when I see him lying on the floor defeated. Despair is at hand. Tremble and dread before me, there is no salvation....

The camera fades to black

[Uh Oh]

The scene opens on the Canelli estate grounds. There was still snow on the ground, but pathways were dug out along the stone walkways. Some of the guards were having a snowball fight keeping themselves entertained while others sat in the gate house keeping warm. The camera moves to another building on the grounds. The sound of muffled gunshots could be heard coming from within. The smells of food being cooked billows from the windows filling the air. The door soon opens and we see Joanne step outside wearing a heavy leather jacket. She moves across the grounds quickly and back into the house, and into the kitchen. As she walks inside Uh Oh is standing at the stove stirring the pot of marinara sauce as he turns and expertly unconsciously uses the knife to slice the vegetables with swift precision. Joanne smiles removing the heavy coat and drapes it over one of the chairs at the bar.

Joanne: That smells wonderful. Reminds me of my mother's cookin'.

Uh Oh blushes as he tosses the knife in the air sweeps some diced onions into his hand and then rolls them into the meat for the meatballs and then catches the knife behind his back and slices the fresh tomatoes.

Joanne claps.

Joanne: Impressive.

Uh Oh: Thank you. I find handrolling the meatballs allows you to add your own flavors to it, but it's not really that impressive...

Joanne: That's not what I meant... I mean the knife tossin' and everthin'. If I tried that I would have the knife in m hand or somethin'.

Uh Oh: Ohh... I never thought of it like that. When I cook I kind of turn my brain off and just go with it

Joanne walks to the stove and takes a taste of the sauce.

Joanne: That's good. Really good. I can cook.. I mean my mother taught me a little but I'm not big on it... Where did you learn to do all of those tricks?

Uh Oh's eyes cross as he bites his bottom lip in thought.

Uh Oh: Hmm...I don't know.

Joanne: I'm impressed either way.

Uh Oh: Are you worried about the big Genocide rumble?

Joanne shakes her head and leans against the counter beside the stove.

Joanne: Not really... After that match with Krieger this is goin' to be a walk in the park.

Uh Oh: We have like seventy eight people to worry about including Gunnar and his Elite Empire

Joanne: I know we do. But Gunnar is not only goin' to have to worry about everyone else, but his own guys too. Do you really think they're not goin' to try and get their hands on that title? You have just as much of a shot as the rest of us.

Uh Oh: Nah... I am not strong, fast, or tough like everyone else, but I will stay in as long as I can to help you.

Joanne: That's sweet. We'll watch each other's backs until one of us is put out. I'll make sure we get to the top 5 at least.

Uh Oh: If we are watching each other's back, I think I get the better view

Joanne blushes.

Joanne: Thank you. I saw Necra seems to have it out for you for some reason.

Uh Oh: She does? Why? I didn't do anything except cower and fear from her.

Joanne: I'm sure why. She's like her uncle at times. Get in her way and she is not a pleasant person. Most times she's not to bad.

Uh Oh swallows nervously.

Uh Oh: So avoid the Death Goddess... check

Joanne: Angel, Angellus, and a couple of others are big guys, but you're quicker than they are. Work their knees and you'll stay out of reach.

UH Oh: I tend to be able to outrun the big guys but some people are just scary or use numbers.

Joanne nods.

Joanne: The only thin' is in this match it's everyone for themselves. Teams don't mean a thin' in this one. When it comes down to it the last one standin' wins. I would love to see you do it. That would throw everyone for a loop if you did.

Uh Oh: You deserve to win ore than I do

Joanne: I've held titles and I don't really need any more. I'm doin' this to drive a point home to Gunnar and those other assholes!

Uh Oh nods understanding.

UH Oh: I will try to win to stick it to them for you.

Joanne: I know you will. And you'll get through this and show them all just how good you really are.

Uh Oh: I am doing this all for you. This will be wild and I am bringing Wooden Courage with me

Joanne hugs him.

Joanne: That's good to know. There's nothin' in the rules about usin' weapons. I'll have my brass knucks with me anyway.

Uh Oh: We will be ready and we will teach the back jumpers a lesson on messing with family.

Joanne: Damn right we will.

Uh oh stirs his pot.

Uh Oh: Dinner will be ready hope you brought an appetite.

Joanne: I'm starved. I'll go and get the guys, and we'll eat.

She kisses him on the cheek and walks out of the kitchen as the scene fades to black.

At the arena

The scene reopens a few hours later in the living room of the Canelli estate where we see Uh Oh sitting with Chris Clinton.

Uh Oh: Hi Mr. Clinton

Chris: Thank you for taking the time to speak with me Uh Oh.

Uh Oh: No problem, sir.

Chris: No, with Genocide coming up how do you feel? I mean you have a lot of big names in that ring all looking to get their hands on the title.

Uh Oh: Yeah Elite Empire, C.L.I.T, Cult of Daredvilz, Necra a proverbial whose who of people, quite terrifying and nerve wracking.

Chris: What do you think your chances are in this match? How far do you think you'll get before you are put over the top?

Uh Oh: I will try to win it, not just for me but to make Joanne proud, I will be bringing everything I got.

Chris: It's going to be tough, but it's good to see you have faith in your skills. Do you think that Joanne will get further than you?

Uh Oh: I don't know, but I do know the Elite Empire won't be walking out as the champion Joanne and I won't let those thugs leave with that title.

Chris: It sounds like you are ready for anything in Genocide.

Uh Oh: Nobody can truly be ready for anything but this will be one Pay-Per-View nobody will want to miss.

Chris: That's true. That's all I needed Uh Oh and good luck come Genocide.

Uh Oh: Thank you, see you there

Chris gets up from where he sits as Joanne appears in the doorway.

Chris: Evening Miss Canelli...

Joanne: Follow me please. I'll show you out.

He follows behind her and heads to the front door. He steps outside and she closes it behind him as Uh Oh appears in the foyer.

Joanne: Are you ready?

Uh Oh: As ready as I'll ever be

Joanne smiles and takes his hand as they stare up at the "THE WORLD IS YOURS" globe on the fountain, as the scene fades to black.