Genocide Match

[Uh Oh]

The camera shows a darkened warehouse. A young girl with black hair with crimson dyed tips pulled into unwashed and disheveled pig tails sits tied to a chair her eyes seem dilated. Something dark and siky is stuffed in her mouth as a makeshift gag. A pair of burly thugs stand behind her arms crossed trying to look intimidating. The crash of a door sliding shut can be heard as a figure steps from the darkness into the little illumination presented by the overhead light. he steps over a circle of white powder. It is Evan Storm. He grabs the girl by the chin and lifts her head to look into her eyes. He then looks at the brutes.

Evan: How is our guest?

Brute 1: We tried using torture but all it did was seem to turn her on. She almost escaped a few times so we have to keep her drugged. She made Wayne stab himself in the leg with a needle he almost OD'd.

EvanL My my she is quite a slippery little catch isn't she?

The oud crack of calloused palm against soft facial flesh fills the still air.

Evan: Wake up! NCW wants you to talk about Genocide. Your daddy even put his career on the line to try to free you. But all I heard from your so called best friend and Dreaddy Bear was silence. Or maybe in Dreaddy Bears case moans from your replacement. He has already forgotten you. You must be pretty pathetic when only your dad will risk himself to save you.

Evan grabs a ce phone and starts recording.

Evan: So this is your chance to talk, hype up the rumble, threaten vengeance...

Evan waits as Katsa's head just lols about in a drugged stupor.

Brute 2: She is still gagged sir...

Evan shakes his head walks over to Katsa and removes the silky black panties from her mouth. Only to find she is coherent enough to sink razor sharp teeth into the meat of his palm he curses and another echoing slap is heard. he then steps back. Katsa with a smirk on her face as blood coats her teeth and lips dripping from the corner of her mouth mixing his blood with hers.

Evan: Say something you stupid whore.

Katsa: You got me all tied up and yet you are too much of a limp dick to do anything. Or maybe only Gunnar gets you hard...

Evan waks to her and delivers a vicious backhand.

Katsa: It looks like I touched a nerve or maybe you wished he would touch a nerve...

Evan: I can end this recording.

Katsa: Whatever... but when my daddy gets his hands on you... your career is finished. Don't mistake silence and patience for apathy, when my Daddy and family get quiet, it's right before the ultraviolent. Now, you really really want to unt...

One of the brutes wraps a tie around her mouth before she can finish speaking as her eyes had turned blood red and she strugges before a syringe is pushed into her neck and then the plunger pressed as her head falls forard as she goes limp.

Evan: See everyone, safe and sound...

The camera fades to black.

[scottstonewall]

Three R's
_{Regret Reinvention and Redemption}

[Uh Oh]

The arena stirs with excitement and anticipation when suddenly Soul Crusher by White Zombie hits. The lights go out as the house lights turn blue. Evan then walks out staring coldly at the ring. Clad in black and gold tights and a black fringed leather jacket with gold lettering of the Elite Empire Logo on the back. A small patch with his name on the front of the jacket. He extends his arms out to the sides and then makes his left finger to look like a gun and then does the same with his right hand. he raises his arms up and then lowers his left arm towards the ring and then his right. He does the firing motion with his finger and then flings his arms to the side and walks towards the ring avoiding contact with fans and posing at them. He walks up the steps and hops over the top rope and flings his arms out. He then calls for a microphone and catches one that is tossed to him.

Evan Storm: Shut Up! I don't want to here you gender confused, illegal immigrant loving libtard idiots speak! What you see here is the Elite Empire's Efficient Executioner. I see a threat long before they even know they are a threat and I take it. Ambros Nocturne, BiggML, Thayne Bell, Phoenix Halliwell, Frostbite, Baalzebul, Astaroth, Alistair, Phobos, Deimos, the list goes on and on.

The fans try to interrupt him as they start chanting asshole! Asshole!

Evan Storm: Just like you bleeding heart crybabies always trying to insult real men. Men like Ronald Reagan and Donald Trump. You guys have never seen a tree you couldn't resist hugging. Now Alura announced in the beginning every title was up for grabs. Mr. Granderson, Devin, and the Graces we all saw that as a chance to prove we are the most elite athletes in the word. But your so called heroes whined and cried and bitched and moaned. All these guys talking about being defending champions and they didn't have the balls to put their titles on the line so now only Mr. Granderson's title is on the line. Yeah real ballsy.

The fans start filling the arena with you suck chants. Evan just smirks at them.

Evan Storm: Oh you little whiny democrats protest all you want but realize 2 things Donald Trump IS YOUR President and Gunnar Granderson IS YOU Pinnacle champion. Not the crybabies like Thayne Bell who "wants to be a fighting champion" But honestly he didn't have the guts to put his title on the line here or even last Assault. And when he does put it on the line it's against guys who couldn't lace MY boots. Robert Saints Angel, Angellus, CJ Von Erich, AJ Flare, Astaroth, Lexi Havoc, Blaze Havoc. Not really breaking the top 10 are we?

The fans start chanting for Thayne Bell.

Evan Storm: What about Aiden Dempsey, he come sin and shocks the world taking the Pride of the People title and then has the snoozefest match against Maddox at the Pay-Per-View, I think we lost attendance due to that match. Michael Maddox, a man constantly in his wife's shadow so much he barely even puts in an effort in a title match anymore. Let's not forget Tyler Cross, the longest reigning current champion. Who really has only defended against 3rd string talent or worse. You are a joke as well.

The fans cheer for Michael Maddox and Tyler Cross.

Evan Storm: Cheer all you want but let's face it people. Necra can't beat us, The Watleys have NEVER beaten the Social Graces, Scott Stonewall has not won a match since he has entered. The only winners are the Elite Empire. Now that brings me to Katsa.

Evan gives a sadistic smirk.

Evan: Little Katsa locked someplace dark and alone her daddy can't find her. Her mommy doesn't seem to care, her boyfriend is out banging other girls and her best friend is unconcerned for her. Too bad so sad. She will be at Genocide. But remember Darkson. Her return is in your hands. Oh one last thing to everyone on the back. I have taken a loan from Granderson banking. Anyone who eliminates Darkson from the rumble will become 1 million dollars richer....

Jimmy King: What?!?

David Archer: Evan Storm just put a bounty on Darkson's head!

Richard Tater: Gunnar made Darkson number 1 and Evan made him public enemy number 1.

Evan smiles sinisterly as the camera gets a close up of his face and cold eyes before fading to commercial.

[thedaredevilavery]

Act 1: Another Chance at Gold


To be a champion, I think you have to see the big picture. It's not about winning and losing; it's about every day hard work and about thriving on a challenge. It's about embracing the pain that you'll experience at the end of a race and not being afraid. I think people think too hard and get afraid of a certain challenge.
Summer Sanders

The scene opens on the beautiful city of Santa Monica. The sky was crystal clear and a few wispy clouds floated against the bright blue. The sun was high and very warm, and even the breeze off of the water was warm and felt good against the heat of the day. The smell of the ocean air mixed with the smells from the cafes and restaurants that lined the board walk as the sound of the seagulls could be heard floating over head. Music came from the small amusement park that sat along the board walk mixing with that of boat horns blaring as they reached the docks. The camera moves over the pier and comes to a stop on the Santa Monica Aquarium. A few people wandered in the front door as the sounds of water splashing from one of the pools outside filled the air. The camera moves to the dimly lit interior where we see a massive foyer with small tanks where people could touch the creatures that lived within them. The floor was done in a light tan almost the color of sand wile the walls were done in a deep blue with either bright blue or white writing directing people on where to go. The camera moves down a long hallway that ran under water and through one of the massive aquariums that housed different types of fish and sea creatures. We see Avery, and Mike pushing little Lizzy along. She is taken in by the creatures that swim around them. They walk along and Mike stops smiling all the while.

Avery: What is it?

Mike: This reminds me of our first date. When you took me to the aquarium in the city we were in.

Avery smiles as she takes his hand in hers.

Avery: That's right. I'll never forget that day.

Mike: I never have. I think we both nervous.

Avery: I was... I didn't know if you were going to stick around. I mean after what I told you I was surprised that you did.

Mike: Why? Because of the stories that you told me?

Avery: Yeah. I mean I didn't have what you call a normal life. I still don't. I'm glad that we travel with the companies we're in. I have a bad case of wander lust lately.

Mike looks at her and takes her in his arms, as Lizzy giggles.

Mike: I know it's been hard with having Lizzy and everything. I love you so much and I wouldn't change any of it for anything.

Avery smiles taking in his scent as she rests her head on his broad shoulder.

Avery: I wouldn't either. Besides we have one hell of a match coming up.

Mike: That's for sure.

Avery: I know what my number is and I have to say I'm going to try and keep myself in the match as long as I can.

Mike: Same here. I think everyone is just out to destroy Gunnar at this point!

Avery laughs as they continue to walk along the aquarium around them.

Avery: I think you maybe right. I know I would love nothing more than to see Gunnar go over the top. I know we'll have to fight through a lot of other people but I'm going to do what I can to make it.

Mike: I have no doubt you will. I'll stay in as long as I can. It would be great if we could to the end and into the third and fourth spot for the tag titles.

Avery nods, smiling.

Avery: That would be good. But I would rather get to the end and put that bastard in his place. We are all after that title, and I don't think there is nothing none of us won't do to get it.

Mike: That's true enough. I mean this is one of the biggest matches of the year that the fans are looking forward to.

Avery smiles.

Avery: I'm sure they are.

They round the corner and they come across Chris Clinton.

Mike: What are you doing here Chris?

Chris: I was told that you were here and I wanted to get a few words about Genocide and...

Mike: Why don't I take Lizzy to look at the jelly fish.

Avery: I didn't really want to say anything just yet, but...

Chris: I'm sorry about that.

Avery sighs and nods.

Avery: Fine. Ask away.

Chris: Genocide is a match that everyone is looking to win, how do you feel about your odds? Are you happy with the number that you drew?

Avery: I know one thing the number I drew doesn't matter. Ive been near the first one time before and somehow managed to get toward the end. This time I plan on going to the end.

Chris: It seems everyone is after Gunnar. Are you on that wave length too or are you just after the title?

Avery: After everything that he has done, do you really need to ask that question? I mean this guy comes into the company and takes out the only true Pinnacle Champion put him into a coma, destroyed KG in the last match they were in, and walks around here like he owns the place. Of course I'm out to drag him down. Him and his cronies.

Chris: Is there anything that you want to say to any of your opponents?

Avery stands and folds her arms across her chest thinking about it for the moment.

Avery: Lets see our so called champion hasn't said anything yet which makes me think that he is scared of everyone and anyone that is going to be in the middle of the ring who will stand against him at all costs. To everyone else that is involved in this match just be careful what you wish for. This match is the biggest one and everyone is after one thing, and that's the Pinnacle title, and only one of us can walk way away with it. Is that what you wanted to hear?

Chris: That's perfect. Thank you Miss McCullen. And good luck.

Chris walks off leaving Avery alone as she watches a sea turtle float by and smiles.

Voice Over: And when I vest my flashing sword And my hand takes hold in judgement I will take vengeance upon mine enemies And I will repay those who has me O Lord, raise me to Thy right hand And count me among Thy saints.

Avery turns and walks toward where Mike and Lizzy were waiting as the scene fades to black.

[icequeen]

Somewhere in the heart of LA there is a huge to do at one of the local gyms. In the back area a practice ring has been erected and local would be wrestling superstar hopefuls have turned out in droves. A mock battle royale is in progress. In the center of the ring stands Ice Queen. Darkson is leaning against the ropes while she tangles with multiple opponents.



Darkson grabs and tosses several people into the corner and lays in to them with a flurry of heavy punches.



Ice Queen looks over her shoulder to see that her husband has joined in the fray and currently punching the crap out of a Matt Maddox and a JJ Watley look alike. She suddenly decides to change the tactic of her attacks and include him. The unfortunate soul she is currently holding aloft posed for a 7th Layer slam finds themselves being flung towards Darkson in the corner.



Darkson turns and moves letting Ice Queen toss the guy into the corner onto the other two guys and then he drops to all fours so Ice Queen can use him as a springboard against the now three guys trapped in the corner



Ice Queen takes a couple of steps before stepping up to spring off Darkson's back. She flips in the air and comes down on the pile of men in corner in a three point landing. The men all let out a disturbing groan as she lands atop of them.



Darkson grabs her around the waist and tosses her up so she can land on the fallen guys with added impact



After she lands she rolls off and grabs the nearest one lifting him up once again as if she's going to finally deliver the 7th Layer Slam and she does. To the outside of the ring. The man hits the mats on the floor and refuses to move not wanting to be considered a target anymore.



Darkson grabs another target by the throat. As Ice Queen grabs him by the throat as well and they double chokeslam him over the top rope down to the floor



The third target she grabs by the arm as slings up out of the corner and towards Darkson. This one having half a wit about him holds out an arm stiffly as if he intends to clothesline Darkson. He sees it coming and ducks just in time for the joker to clock the newest entrant into the ring.


Darkson grabs the guy and spins him around and headbutts him. He then whips him at Ice Queen.



The whip to Ice Queen sends the guy face first right into her boot and he goes down hard on the mat. Ice Queen then turns her attention to the new person in the ring who is just recovering from being clotheslined. She grabs the woman by her hair and pulls her to her feet. Taking a modicum of mercy on the woman she grabs her by the back of her outfit and launches her out of the ring in one swift motion before turning back to Darkson and her previous target.



Darkson kicks the guy in the gut and lifts him up for a crucifix powerbomb letting Ice Queen grab the guy's legs as he lets the guy slide off his back into a powerbomb by Ice Queen as he hits the guy with a neckbreaker at the same time.



The guy lays motionless on the mat and just groans in pain. Ice Queen gestures to Darkson letting him take the lead on dismissing the man from the ring.



Darkson grabs the man and tosses him over the top rope down to the floor. He turns looking at Ice Queen.



She looks at him.

Ice Queen: I'm the only one left. What is your next move?


Darkson: You are my toughest opponent. Not just physically. I don't want to hurt you, but in this coming Genocide I can't hesitate, I must win to save Katsa.



Ice Queen: Then do what you must and make it up to me later.



She gives him a wink before moving in for an attack



He lunges for her legs knowing she is faster than he is he knows he needs to take her to the mat and use his size.



She jumps to avoid his attempt to catch her legs. She lifts her knee and aims it towards its head.



He feels the knee coming and knows he can't avoid it so relaxes and goes with the strike to absorb some of the impact rolling with it back to his feet shaking his head and moving to the corner to hook his ankle around the bottom rope to prevent her from tossing him out.



She moves to push him back over the ropes in an attempt to use his height against him. His hooked ankle preventing her from doing so. She backs up then charges forward and slides into the Ice Slick.



Darkson uses the ropes to raise his legs up and he stands on the second rope and leaps catching her in a sunset flip.



She attempts to counter the flip but ends up landing hard on top of him.



Darkson rolls away towards thew ropes using them to stand as he shakes his head trying to clear the cobwebs.



She stands as well and staggers a bit before moving towards him. She raises her fist to punch him and knock him further off balance.



He lunges getting a glancing blow from Ice Queen as he grabs her and lifts her up for a body slam



She wraps her legs around his waist and moves to pull him into a choke hold.



He twists around lifting her up trying to dump her over the top rope



She barely manages to hold on and stops him from pitching her over the top.



He feels himself start to fall with her. He manages to catch himself on the apron.


Still latched on to him she twists to manipulate herself on to the apron as well



Ice Queen: Looks like we go down together.



Darkson: Always a pleasure to go down with you



Ice Queen: I feel the same however with what's at stake you might feel the need to be a bit more ruthless in the ring come Genocide.



Darkson: I will be you know the darkness i can delve into, you be ready as well



Ice Queen: I will be ready. I expect nothing less than you to give your all. Everyone entering the ring will either encounter that darkness or the raw cold efficient fury that I will be unleashing.



Darkson: I look forward to the path of destruction you carve out for them.



Ice Queen: I say between the two of us we will make quite the mess. I can only hope we have as fun of an ending then as we have today.



She leans over and gives him a kiss.
 He wraps an arm around her waist pulling her close and deepening the kiss. After a few moments she breaks the kiss and pats his shoulder.

Ice Queen: In the mean time it's a good idea to stay on our toes. 

She turns her attention to the group of stand-ins who have scrapped themselves off of the gym floor and sitting in chairs nursing some bumps and bruises. 

Ice Queen: Alright line up we will take it again from the top.

The camera fades out as Darkson stands in the middle of the ring and awaits the first opponent to come in.

[Robert Saints]

OOC: This is a joint RP.

The scene opens in the dark hallway as the sound of the thunder can be heard before the sight of the lightning can be seen.

Three men walk out of the darkness each one in their wrestling gear.

The first man to walk into the room where a table with a light on top of it can be seen is Robert Saints.

Robert Saints: So anything goes huh? Then I don't see why management would mind if the three of us decides to align ourselves into something more deadly than just three random men fighting for the same goal when we can win this match and all be the NCW Pinnacle Champion.

Another man comes out of the shadows to reveal himself to be Angel.

Angel: Gunner Granderson, you think that you're actually going to walk out of this match still as the NCW Pinnacle Champion? I don't think so because once the Brothers of Darkness are done with you Gunner there's no way that you're going to be leaving tonight as the champion. We might be newly formed as a tag team but we're all focused on one goal and that's becoming the new NCW Pinnacle Champion.

Last but not least coming through the darkness is none other than Robert's brother-in-law Angellus along with his wife Tiffany Saints.

A fourth man appears bigger than all three other men as he is their manager Skullbreaker.

Skullbreaker: My client Angellus as you can see is a 7 foot monster so whatever this match entails then he is surely big enough and strong enough to push himself to the brink and walk out of this match as the new NCW Pinnacle Champion and even for some reason he doesn't win the match then there's still my two other clients in Robert Saints and Angel to win this match.

The Brothers of Darkness look deeply into the camera before they leave the room with the table and head for the ring as the scene fades to black.

[thedeathbringer]

Act 1: The final act

"One has a tendency to look for new places, higher grounds, new goals in life. But what does one do when they live forever?

The scene opens on the hospital where we last left Ambros. The sounds of cars pulling into the parking lot and leaving breaks the silence of the night. An ambulance pulls into the er with the lights still flashing bringing brightness to the darkness once again. The hospital itself was lit from top to bottom with the bright lights of the room lights. The sound of a helicopter taking off is heard and soon it is seen floating above it before flying off once again. The camera moves to the interior of the hospital where we see nurses making their way along the rooms, making their rounds for the hour. The smell of cleaning products and the smell of medicine fills the air, mixing with the flowers that can be found in some of the rooms. The bright lights over head give off a soft humming sound mixing with the sound of beeps from machines that could be found. We soon see a familiar face stepping off one of the elevators. It was Denise De'Vil. Her spurs click along the polished floor as her long duster jacket dragged along behind her. Her long black raven hair fell down her back as she moved quickly along the hallway toward where Ambros was. Heavy boots clack on the floor as the lights dim and the shadows stretch and envelope the hallway. Denise enters the room and sees the bed is empty. Her heart races as she looks around and goes to step back out into the hallway seeing the shadows move on their own. A figure steps from the shadows dark and fearsome a presence that fills the room.

Denise: Where is he? Where is Ambros?!

The figure steps into the clearing. it is Darkson.

Darkson: I was about to ask the same thing myself.

Denise looks at him with fists clenched.

Denise: I swear if Gunnar had that bastard Evan take him...

Darkson: Wasn't Sephiroth keeping an eye on him?

Denise: He was... He had people here... He would have called if something would have happened.

Darkson: I do not believe even the Elite Empire could get past Sephiroth unnoticed..

Denise nods, as she starts to calm down a little. She still paces the floor in front of the bed.

Denise: Then where could he have gone?

Darkson: Perhaps he woke on his own.

Denise: Perhaps. But even then someone or he would have let me know he was awake... I'm worried.

Darkson: Perhaps Hex Girl or Venus might know.

Denise: I believe I'll go and see Venus. She has insight unlike the rest of us when it comes to this type of thing.

Darkson: My skills with divination were learned not innate so their are ways to block it Venus has the sight.

Denise: I know... In all the time I've been alive, she is the only one that has ever creeped me out like she does.

Darkson: She is less creepy than others I have met.

Denise sits on the now empty bed and sighs.

Denise: I want to know where he is before I start to focus on Genocide... This is going to be a tough match but we have to win it. Gunnar is going to meet his end in this match.

Darkson places a hand gently on her shoulder.

Darkson: For the rest of you this is a battle if you fail, you have another chance. For me this is my final battle I MUST win.

Denise: And we're going to make sure you get there.

Darkson: I appreciate it, we will get my children back and reunited with you and your brother.

Denise smiles softly as she gets to her feet and stares out the window at the world below.

Denise: I'm coming for you... For all of you.

With that the scene fades to black.

The scene reopens on the beautiful city of San Fransisco. The camera moves over the city and comes to a stop on the nicer part of the city. The camera comes to a stop on one of the larger homes with large bay windows that over looked the street. The sound of a motorcycle soon breaks the silence of the afternoon. The motorcycle stops in front of the house and the rider removes the helmet and we see that it is Denise. She pushes back her long black raven hair as she walks up the stone steps and toward the front door. The door opens and there stands Venus.

Denise: That's not creepy or anything.

Venus: I saw you coming...

Denise: Still creepy. 

Denise steps inside of the Victorian Mansion as Venus closes the door behind them.

Denise: I'm here...

Venus: I know why you're here. Come with me.

Denise follows her though the house, and soon stops into  what appears to be a sitting room. It was done in dark walls, and the carpet looked like stars had been placed within the midnight blue carpet. The smell of vanilla and cherry incense drifted on the air. Venus sits in the middle of the floor as Denise stands in front of her. She looks down at Venus as her eyes close.

Venus: Please sit, and please try to relax. Slow steady deep breaths, as you let yourself let go of your physical self. Reach out to the strands that bind all of us, one to another. With each and every reaction, there is a ripple through the universe. Every idea must touch with another to live, and each emotion marks another spirit. As we are all connected. Every living being is united in a single glorious existence. Open yourself to the universe! Embrace eternity!

Her eyes open and they are nothing but black pools. The room around them disappears and there is nothing but what appears to be a part of the universe that held a nebula that was purple and a light blue in color, with white shining thru. Soon the colors disappears and there is nothing once again.  Denise gets to her feet as she looks down at Venus.

Denise: Where are we?

Venus: In between the spheres. Not life but not in death.

Denise: Why are we here?

Venus: This is where the crossroads connect. His souls hasn't crossed over an he is on his way back to the light. The darkness is fading away from him and soon the light will shine once again.

Denise: That's good but where is he?

The darkness peels back and son we see the river Styx. Denise looks around and spots a tunnel that held what appeared to be a bright light. She moves along the tunnel and down a long flight of stairs. Soon she reaches a strange level within the nine Hells. She sees a familiar face. Baalz.

Denise: Why would Baalz have him?

Venus: It could be that he wants to keep him safe and out of harms way until he awakens.

Denise: I don't understand... Baalz doesn't help anyone...

Venus: People can change... Even demons can change...

The world fades away and we are brought into what appears to be an empty room where we see Katsa. Denise tries to move to her, but Venus grabs her by the wrist.

Venus: You can't help her.

Denise: She's right there! Let me go!

Venus: We are not in the physical world... We are in the realm between realms. Darkson will free her soon enough. The storm will fade along with the rest of the lions that guard her and keep her captive.

Denise: Damn it.

She stares at Katsa as she lifts her eyes. She nod slowly as if she knew they were there. The room soon fades away and the sitting room in Venus's home slowly starts to reappear. Denise falls back into one of the over sized chairs behind her and sighs, putting her head into her hands.

Denise: She's alive at least.

Venus: They wouldn't be stupid enough to do anything to harm her. When the lions sound their last roar fades the darkness and light shall return to the glory it once held.

Denise: I just hope you're right.

Venus: The outcome is always blurred. There are different outcomes that can change with the smallest amount of moves or breath. Just know that there is a chance everything will be the way it was before. If you excuse me... I must rest.

Denise gets to her feet, and heads toward the front door. She opens it and steps back out into the bright afternoon sun. She walks down the steps and to the motorcycle that sat at the bottom. She places the helmet over her head and starts to the bike. It roars to life and she soon takes off through the narrow streets.

Denise: (Voice Over) There's only a few days left until Genocide. This match is the biggest one of all and everyone is after one thing... The Pinnacle title! The title which should be still in m husband's hands. Not in the hands of a pretender! Everyone is after Gunnar and no one wants to see him walk away with the title in hand. I plan on doing everything that I can to stop you, and get the title bringing it home where it truly belongs. Saints, Angel, you two are some of the lower starting numbers and I will destroy each of you until I get just a little further. Avery I have nothing against you, let alone want to hurt you but this is something that I have to do and bring the honor back to the title. Uh Oh you are an innocent in all of this, and I know Joanne will protect you until she gets where she wants and I can respect that in a lot of ways.

She rides down the long winding streets and soon heads toward Golden Gate Bridge. The traffic was heavy but still moved at a quick pace.

Denise: (Voice Over) As for you Necra, I consider you family. I always have. You're family took in my brother and raised him through generations until he was on his own. I know your mother and father very well. You take after them in a lot of ways, and I know you will do what needs to be done to get to the top, but like the others... I can't let you get there. Not when there is so much on the line. As for the rest of you that have spoken just know that I will destroy each and everyone of you just to keep the title out of your hands just that much longer. Genocide will be the end of many and the beginning of the Deathbringer's reign once again. The Deathbringer comes and she comes for thee. See you soon and good luck... You're going to need it.

She hits the gas a bit more and flies along the bridge. The long duster she wears billows out behind her as she disappears to the other side as the scene fades to black.

[thejerseydevildiva]

Act 1: New Deals

Throughout life people will make you mad, disrespect you and treat you bad. Let God deal with the things they do, cause hate in your heart will consume you too.

Will Smith

The scene opens on he beautiful city of Los Angeles. The city itself was full of life, with heavy traffic moving along the interstate. The smell of burning oil mixed with the smell of the restaurants that sat in the lower streets. The camera moves over the city and comes to a stop on the Ritz Carlton Hotel that loomed over the city. The camera moves up the side of the building and comes to a stop on one of the open balcony doors. Inside we hear voices coming from the sitting room just off of the balcony. We see Joanne sitting with a young man dressed in a dark suit, of Japanese decent. A young woman sits to his left dressed in the same colored suit, as Joanne sits across from them. Reno and Rude stand on either side of her, as they chat.

Joanne: I'm glad that we could have this sit down.

Man: So am I, Don Canelli. I've been wanting to do this for a while. Our family has been looking for allies for a while now.

Joanne: I heard that you've been havin' problems with the locals.

Woman: Yes we have. The gangs have been taking our territory for the last two months.

Joanne leans back in the high backed leather chair as the door to the sitting room opens. Uh Oh wanders in carrying a tray of tea, coffee, and alcohol. He looks at Joanne waiting for her to let him know if he should stay or go. Joanne smiles and motions for him to stay.

Woman: Who's this?

Joanne: My husband.

The man leans forward and picks up one of the glasses, and pours a glass for himself.

Man: The great Joanne Canelli... Settled down?

Joanne laughs.

Joanne: Not really. He's my other enforcer.

Uh Oh blushes and sets the tray down.

Uh Oh: Greetings.

Woman: Is he trust worthy?

Joanne: Of course he is. He's been helpin' with the business in more ways than one. Yuki.

Yuki: Toshi and I are looking to make a deal with you, and we must know if we can trust all of you.

Toshi: Forgive my sister Don Canelli. We've been hearing a few things from the east coast about your loyalties.

Uh Oh: Who would spread such lies about her?

Toshi: Just rumors. But I have my doubts about where they came from. But money talks.

Joanne: I know it does. There is no bad blood between us Toshi. It could have been from anyone that doesn't like me, and I do have a lot of enemies.

Yuki: What's stopping those enemies from becoming ours?

Joanne smiles leaning forward with her dark brown eyes sparkling in the sun that streamed through the window.

Joanne: My silent partner.

Uh Oh: Is there anything you need?

Uh Oh asks Joanne. He then turns to the others.

Uh Oh: Are you hungry?

Joanne: No, I think we're good.

Toshi and Yuki get to their feet and bow to Joanne.

Toshi: We will be in touch. Thank you for your time.

The head for the door as Joanne sighs. They soon leave the penthouse and she shakes her head.

Joanne: Gawd damn Yakuza. No offense Reno.

Reno: None taken.

Joanne: How did they know we were here?

Uh Oh: You were advertised on the NCW card and website.

Joanne: Could be. But they didn't seem like the type to keep up with that.

Rude: They have eyes everywhere.

Joanne: Now that I believe. I didn't think they had any sects here in Los Angeles

Uh Oh: Maybe someone made sure they would know someone on the roster who wants to clear everyone out of the way

Joanne gets to her feet and shakes her head.

Joanne: Gunnar... He has enough money to make anyone sit up and take notice.

Uh Oh: And with Evan running around putting bounties out and ambushing people hiring hit men.

Reno: Shit. We better up security.

Rude: No one is going to get in here.

Joanne: Don't say that. We'll make sure if anyone does show up... They'll wish they never heard of me.

Uh Oh:... I think I might have a clue how they found out

Joanne raises an eyebrow.

Joanne: Oh? How is that?

Uh Oh: That guy that arrived for the Genocide rumble earlier this month, the guy all in white he hung out with those other guys when Allura bought AUW

Joanne: Maybe... Who knows. I mean there are people in that match I don't even know.

Uh Oh: He hung out with the Tanaka brothers

Joanne: Ahh... Now I remember. That is possible.

Uh Oh: Things are getting heated now.

Joanne: That's for sure. A few people have come out of the wood work and opened their mouths. I mean its good to see but the one man that everyone wants to see go down has yet to say anythin'.

Uh Oh: Hiding behind Evan no doubt

Rude: That sounds about right. The Graces haven't said anything either... Which is a surprise.

Joanne: Yeah I know. They'll probably save it for the ring. Or for earlier that night.

Uh Oh: My vote is sneak attacks

Joanne nods as she walks out onto the balcony that over looked the city.

Joanne: Make sure there are some of our guys by the doors tonight. I don't want anyone to get in here.

Reno: We can have them here in a few hours.

Joanne: Good. I want snipers on the roof's of the other buildings near by.

Rude: We'll go make the call.

Reno and Rude walk away leaving Joanne and Uh Oh alone.

Uh Oh: How you feeling?

Joanne: I'm alright... Why do I look nervous or somethin'?

Uh Oh: You just seem to have a lot going on

Joanne smiles softly and nods.

Joanne: I'm alright... I have a lot on my mind but I'm alright. I want to get through Genocide and put them all in their place. I know its not goin' to be easy, but I'm goin' to the top, and I'm takin' you with me.

Uh Oh: I don't mind you taking me anywhere

Joanne: I know you don't. Why don't you go ahead and make some dinner reservations?

Uh Oh: sure anything in particular?

Joanne: Anythin' is fine. You pick.

Uh Oh: Hmmm I have an idea of a place.

Uh Oh walks off to make reservations. Joanne smiles as she leans against the railing watching him walk away. She pulls out a thin cigar and lights it as she turns facing the city streets below.

Joanne: I have to say that Genocide as me excited. We all know that only one of us can walk away with the title, and I'll be damned if it's you Gunnar. I know you're goin' to have your lackies backin' you up to make sure that no one gets near you, but there's enough of us that want to see you dead that we will do what needs to be done. But I plan on gettin' to the top grabbin' the title after I toss your ass out of the ring.

She smiles as she takes a drag from the cigar in hand.

Joanne: Necra, Avery, Denise I have nothn' against you. It's all business. Saints Angel, Evan, and to whoever else I'm forgettin' just know that I am in this to win, and to make sure that Uh Oh is safe no matter what I have to do. I've been in a couple of these matches and have always made a way to the last few but it was never enough to get to the top, but this time, I'm not gon' to stop until I get what I want and I don't care who I have to go through to get it. We are the Mafioso and we get paid to kick your ass.

She turns and heads back into the penthouse as the scene fades to black.

[Uh Oh]

The room is still and silent like a long forgotten crypt. Black and formless a void absence of light and joy. A figure is seated on a great throne carved from ancient stone that once held a legendary item of power. Often this figure is seen as strong, dark, menacing, and powerful. But now he seems wounded and sad. Clutched in those mighty hands are small pieces of cloth. Pink, blue, and green. He runs his fingers over the soft fabric. He remembered each little one that was swaddled in these very blankets. Of course his precious princess was clad in pink. His wife wanted two blue blankets for the boys but he felt one blue and one green gave them their own uniqueness. The younger one grabbed and pulled on the blue but the older was calmer and let his brother take it and grasped the emerald cloth in tiny fingers. He pressed the blankets to his face. His younger son turned against him bitter and hate filled. His daughter always adoring of him now held in the diabolical clutches of a fiend that is at the beck and call of a merciless businessman. His eldest son. His first born. Lying in a room with a hose up his nose to keep him breathing. Trapped inside a broken body. He was put in that state due to that master manipulator Gunnar Granderson.

Darkson: Ambros… I am sorry, I pushed you to make you strong and all i did was make you loathe my very being…

Gunnar along with an army of mercenaries stormed the ring after Ambros defeated the franchise of NCW Phoenix Halliwell and they attacked. They assaulted him. They brutalized him and Gunnar laid the finishing blow. His son laid broken and beaten. He felt weak and trapped. Stuck behind a door secured by a several ton forklift. Powerless… Something he never liked feeling. He spent months in mourning for his comatose child and that made him off his guard. Like coyotes in the night they stole his daughter and locked her away where he could not reach her. He used every trick he knew but Gunnar and his companions had a great many resources. He let Killian Gavin take a shot to end Gunnar and for a bit he thought it would happen. But in the end… KG failed. Now it was his turn.

Darkson: Gunnar always stacking the odds in his favor.

Gunnar had a portion of control over the NCW. So the only way Darkson could get his hand son Gunnar was in the massive Genocide rumble. A chance for him to rescue his daughter but Gunnar made sure there was risk. Darkson was stuck ina due or die situation. Win, become champion and free his daughter, or lose and be forced into retirement. Darkson would accept any risk to save his children. So Gunnar then used a trump card. He forced Darkson to be number one. The first man in the ring against almost one hundred foes. Along with CJ Von Erich as number two. Not an easy task then with Gunnar have allies like the tag team champions The Social Graces and their sister outside running interference every chance she gets. The Eternal Champion Devin Rogers a man who has tasted the Pinnacle title twice before, always a deadly adversary. But last and not least the wild card Evan Storm, the man who lays down plans and executes them without remorse, conscience, or pity. The man who just recently put a bounty on Darkson’s head.

Darkson: This will be my toughest fight. A rumble filled with people fighting not just for honor or glory. Not just for a title shot, but to become champion to stand on top of the mountain and declare themselves the greatest. A rumble filled with people swearing loyalty to Gunnar or being bought by him. A rumble now filled with people looking to become an instant millionaire by taking me out…

Darkson gripped the blankets in his hands tightly. A deep ominous growl in his throat sounding like thunder in the distance in a stormy night.

Darkson: It doesn’t matter if it is someone I respect like Thayne Bell, BiggML, Tyler Cross, Phoenix Halliwell, Venus mercury, or if it someone I love like Ice Queen, Alex, or Denise. I must win to save those I love.

A soft melancholy tune begins to play. Darkson reaches into the depths of the night that make up his regal raiments. He extracts a small black device and uses a black gloved finger to answer the music.

Darkson: Hello. I see… I shall be there shortly.

The shadows then engulf him and only a dark, somber, emptiness remains where he was once seated.

Later that night

Darkson stood out on the balcony of the penthouse that he had rented for Ice Queen and himself the night before the Genocide rumble. His black silk robe billowing behind him in the wind. While those used to the scorching heat of the South may be complaining of the cold for one spending so much time in Alaska 50 degrees for him was nice and soothing. He crossed his arms across his chest his crimson eyes scanning the city. He knew they had to have moved his little girl to this city somewhere.

Behind him Ice Queen stood in the door. The pale blue satin draping her frame a stark contrast to his. She moved up behind him and her hands glided across the black silk on his shoulders feeling the tension in them.

Ice Queen: A penny for your thoughts?

Darkson moves with a liquid grace to turn and face his wife. He gives her a small smile.

DarksoN: I am sorry I have been so neglectful of you and the twins. Perhaps because I was so afraid at how awful i was a father to my other children I fear I will do the same to our babies... I feel it is my fault that my family is so broken and scattered to the wind...

Ice Queen: Ours are still young enough for you to be there for them. As for your other children...

She gives him a soft smile.

Ice Queen: Let's work on getting them all safe and sound. Any word from the pixie on locating Katsa?

Darkson: Not yet, but she has been blowing my phone with pictures of leads. If anyone hacked this phone they would have to censor the pictures due to extreme violence. While she couldn't track them with spells she has been quite... busy with her other methods. I wonder how much longer before the local criminals start turning down Evan's money for their own safety.

Ice Queen shook her head before directing her gaze towards the skyline.

Ice Queen: It's no wonder that those two became fast friends. Evan should be praying that she doesn't run into him before Genocide. Otherwise that attack he suffered will look like child's play by comparison.

Darkson: I doubt he will be much safer if they run into each other in the ring. My little Katsa has made many fast friends. Denise, Leon, Baalzebul, our little friend. She is very infection with affection. Only the most evil and selfish can ignore her charm.

Ice Queen: I don't think Evan is truly evil. He is a lackey and he simply reflects what he thinks will earn him favor with Granderson, it's really rather pathetic. What he fails to realize is that Granderson will cut his strings and let him fall if it is in his best interest.

Darkson: i think Evan expects and cheers that. He is ready to fall on the sword happily for Gunnar. He worships Gunnar beyond a boss. Being a fanatic makes him more dangerous than the usual lackey.

Ice Queen: Someone should inform him that the problem with falling on your sword is generally you can only do it once. Fanatic loyalty like that will get you one of two things.

Darkson: Fanaticism seems to be running high in this day and age.

Ice Queen: Then perhaps we will be doing him a favor if we .... what is the phrase Kate likes to use? Oh yes... curbstomp his little chunk of fanaticism into oblivion.

Darkson: Sounds like a plan. Even if I have to wade through the entire roster.

Ice Queen: I intend on being right beside you.

Darkson puts his arms around her and draws her close to him.

Darkson: Afterwards we will gather the family and go visit Ambros

Ice Queen: Not ideal but for this family it's close.

She gives him a smirk.

Darkson: I agree I hope he will recover soon. Then We will have a big family dinner.

Ice Queen: I'm sure it's just a matter of time before we can make that happen.

Darkson: Not soon enough for my liking, but we will end this war with Gunnar and his crew, no matter what.

Darkson's phone rings with another message alert.

Ice Queen: You are either very popular tonight or the pixie is sending you more ultraviolence aftermath.

Darkson reaches into his pocket and withdraws his cellphone and looks at it.

The message is a picture in front of a warehouse several men are on the ground. The accompanying text declaring 'Pretty sure I'm getting closer. Tattooed these guys up and they provided some info.'

Darkson shows the phone to Ingrid.

Darkson: You called it, she is taking care of business. Everything Gunnar built will come crashing down soon.

Ice Queen: It looks like she's been using that yellow bag of her's.

Darkson: She is like a surgeon of pain. Got to admire her skill, dedication, and artistry.

Ice Queen: Agreed. She may be little but certainly not one to take lightly.

Darkson: With the was Katsa is you would think hex Girl was the one who raised her. If hex gets to Katsa, I do not envy anyone stuck between those two.

Ice Queen: Nor do I. I'm sure that would be a vignette worthy of a match. Hex Girl would be so disappointed that no one else would see it.

Darkson: Katsa loves social media so she would probably record it.

Ice Queen slides her hands down his back and hugs him.

Ice Queen: I'm just worried that we'll get through this match and either Gunnar pulls a double cross or you get seriously injured. My number is near the middle of pack a lot can happen before I get out there to help you.

Darkson hold sher close his strong arms holding her against him.

Darkson: But we have friends like Hex Girl, Denise, and Leon Dread. Not to mention a bunch of people who hate Gunnar. But this is our only chance. And you need some rest.

Ice Queen: I'm not the only one who could use some rest.

She gives him a squeeze. Darkson scoops her up into his arms and walks back inside their room.





Later that night

The scene opens on the city of LA. The camera pans to the Loews Hotel. The camera pans up the the highest floor where we see Denise standing by the window looking out over the city. Her meeting with Venus had left her unnerved and worried. She had seen Katsa but couldn't help her. Guilt filled her as she shivered. She hears the flapping of massive wings and then steps out on the balcony by the window she was staring out. She puts a hand on the silver blade that sat at her side and walks out onto the balcony. She sees standing on the railing of the balcony the imposing figure of Darkson, his black coat billowing in the wind. Denise eases hand off of the blade and smiles softly.

Denise: I didn't expect to see you.

Darkson steps off the balcony to stand beside her.

Darkson: Sorry to intrude. I came to see if you had any information.

Denise leans against the railing.

Denise: It's alright. I know where Ambros is... You're not going to like it.

Darkson's head jerks into her direction. His often cold and even voice showing a timber of concern.

Darkson: Where?

Denise: Baalz has him. I'm not sure why....

Darkson's black gloved hand moves up to rub his smooth skinned chin in thought.

Darkson: Years ago I would be worried but Katsa wormed her way into that pyropath's heart. He won't hurt Ambros. Also he knows the Hell I would put him through, although sometimes I think he enjoys it.

Denise: At least there's that. But that's not all. I saw Katsa... I couldn't get to her. We were in a spirit realm and I wasn't physical.. But she's alive... And I think she saw me.

Darkson: Evan sent a video of Katsa to NCW, they are keeping her drugged. So she can't escape. So even if you contacted her in the spirit world she might be out of it.

Denise sighs.

Denise: True... I'm worried about her.

Darkson: As am I but I have a plan, hopefully everything works out.

Denise: I do too. A few more have come out and said something.

Darkson waves his hand dismissively.

Darkson: They fight for their own self serving reasons, money, fame, glory, and gold. We are fighting for those we love.

Denise: There is a few on our side. They all want to get rid of Gunnar... That might be the best thing in this whole mess

Darkson: True but Evan put a bounty on me so I am marked

Denise: True...

Darkson folds his arm akimbo and looks out into the darkness watching the city lights blink and shine like stars below

Denise stares out standing beside him.

Denise: What's the plan?

Darkson: I fight from number one through all his mercenaries, assassins, and everyone out to cash in on that bounty on my head.

Denise: You know you can count on me to help you get there.

Denise: I will. Just be careful. Who knows who is going to be looking to cash in.

Darkson: I assume anyone not with us will try. I must go, stay safe and hopefully Ambros will awaken soon.

Denise nods as she turns and walks back into the suite.

Without a sound the looming figure of Darkson is gone.

At a local house show

The scene opens on the backstage area of one of the nearby arena's where NCW is having a house show. The crowd was loud and cheered as they saw Maria Reyes standing against one of the posters for Genocide. A shadows falls across the wall off camera. Maria shivers slightly as she looks around. Suddenly the powerful and intimidating form of Darkson appears on camera. Maria looks over and smiles softly as she sees him.

Maria: Hello Darkson. I didn't expect to see you here tonight. Can I get a quick interview about Genocide?

Darkson looks at her with a soul piercing gaze and then nods slightly.

Darkson: Very well.

Maria: Alright, now everyone knows that you will be one of the first ones into the ring. Do you think you're going to make it through 79 other people?

Darkson: I will be number one and as everyone saw at Assault CJ Von Erich is number 2 and AJ Flare number 44. It allowed me a chance to develop strategy against them. But I will still be in their longer than anyone. Can I make it to the end? That is not even a question, my daughter's freedom rests on this match, I MUST make it to the end. I cannot allow myself to even doubt that I will win.

Maria: That's positive thinking at it's finest. Now Evan Storm has put out a bounty on your head. Are you worried that someone will try to cash in on it before Genocide?

Darkson: I am wary of the majority of the participants. ADHD, Villains United, Elite empire, Brotherhood, even the C.L.I.T. All of them will be gunning for that reward money and the championship as well. I will be struck on all sides, but I will fight with every breath in my lungs.

Maria: Are you worried about being betrayed by those that stand with you?

Darkson tilts his head slightly and stares into the camera.

Darkson: Very few do I trust, but those I do know this goes beyond a title , money, or vengeance. They know when I win I will gladly give them a title shot whenever they like. But even deeper than that we are family. We protect our own.

Maria nods.

Maria: Is there anything else you would like to say to your opponents?

Darkson: Form your alliances or sell eachother out. It doesn't matter if it is Necra, Avery, Gunnar, Rogers, or anyone else. I will do whatever it takes to save my daughter so either get out of my way or fear the wrath of the Dark Messiah....

Darkson stares intensely into the camera his eyes glowing a deep blood red.

Maria is taken back and shivers slightly.

Maria: Thank you for taking the time to speak with me.

Darkson then walks past her taping his wrists as he heads to the locker room.

[icequeen]

V/O: There are a lot of warehouses and storage units in City of Angels. Some of them are used for legitimate business, storage and the like. However there are some that aren't. Some that are owned by deep pockets that wish either plausible deniability or anonymity. But no system is perfect, someone is always willing to talk given the proper persuasion.



Among all of the glitz and glamour or Los Angeles there are still those neighborhoods that are avoided. You know the ones. The ones with old abandoned buildings or those that are highly industrial places you only visit because you have to or you work there.On the ground are bodies and in the air a cocktail of smells that make people think twice about being there. Three men are out cold on the asphalt. A fourth man is duct taped and bent over a motorcycle. His pants have been pulled down exposing his ass to the world. Just out of sight the sound of a large dog barking. A petite figure wearing black workout clothes walks around the motorcycle observing the man in his state of helplessness. Over her shoulder she has a large yellow duffle bag. Smears of both dried and fresh blood make it clear she's the one responsible for the current scene of carnage. She moved over to the man draped over the bike using one of the escrima sticks in her hands she lifts his chin to look at her.



Hex Girl: Man you have had a rough night haven't ya?



Man: What do you want?



Hex Girl: You know you shouldn't brag so loudly when you're in a bar. Ya never know who is going to hear ya.



She gives him a wicked grin.



Man: I wasn't bragging I really wasn't I was....



His voice trails off like he's trying to come up with some alternative.



Man: Lying! I was lying. Just trying to make myself sound good to the guys...that's all.



Hex Girl clicks her tongue and shakes her head almost disappointed.



Hex Girl: You're going to have ta lie better than that if you're gonna pull one on me. Ya see I have this knack for detecting bullshit. I have an even better one for getting to the truth.



She reaches into a pouch on the outside of the bag and pulls out two bottles. One is a prescription bottle the other a small spritzer.



Man: What's that?



She shakes the pill bottle first.



Hex Girl: Oh this...knock off Viagra I bought from a sketchy website. This one...



She shakes the spritzer



Hex Girl: Is a mixture of rubbing alcohol and pheromones collected from a bitch dog in heat. So do you want to talk or do we play love connection with Fido over there.



Man: You...you wouldn't.



Hex Girl: Wouldn't I? Do you seriously want to test me. Now if start singing like a good little bird I might be inclined to remove the duct tape and let you go before I unchain the dog.



Man: What kind of twisted bitch are you?



Hex Girl: Wrong first consonant on that. I'm a witch not a bitch. I'm not twisted in the least. I'm just a firm believer in extreme interrogation methods.



Man: We were just paid to guard a location...That shit about having someone tied up inside was just trying to sound impressive.



She moves around behind him and sprays the mixture on his butt cheeks. He yelps both in surprise and from the sting of the alcohol.



Hex Girl: You're gonna have to do a lot better than that. Who paid you?



Man: This guy showed up in a limo. Bomber jacket, military haircut there was someone else in the limo but I didn't see them.



Hex Girl: See this is progress you're tellin me a story. Keep singing birdy. What happened with Bomber jacket showed up?



Man: He paid me a fat envelope full of cash and gave me an address. He told me to get some help and go guard it. Then he left.



She pokes his backside with the escrima stick.



Hex Girl: What happened next 'cause that ain't it.



The guy give a little jump when she pokes him.



Man: Well after a few nights I got curious as to what we were guarding and I poked around a bit. The place was empty. Well word has it that there is some chick who's being held until her dad throws some kind of a fight or something. Anyways I thought sounding like I knew were she was would get me a free drink at the bar.



Hex Girl: You thought wrong. Ya see that missing girl is my friend and her daddy is much scarier than me but he trusts me to go looking for her while he plays nice. So did bomber jacket happen to mention any other locations to you? Or have you heard of anyone else guarding sites like this?



She came back around to face him she crouched low getting eye level with the man.



Hex Girl: Think really hard about this. Ya don't wanna piss me off any more.



She reaches in the bag and pulls out a soft dog treat. She slides one of the blue pills into the center while the man watches.



Man: I don't...you wou...Alright yes I have.



He rapidly spouts off a few addresses at her. She nods her head as she listens to him.



Hex Girl: Well two of those I've already checked tonight. I guess I can have a look at the others.



She tosses the dog treat over the man's head.



Hex Girl: I recommend you find new work.



She stands up and starts to walk off.



Man: Hey! Where are you going? Are't you going to let me lose?



She looks back at him.



Hex Girl: You're not taped in place only thing holding you there is gravity. You have until that dog chews through the rope to help yourself otherwise he might be introducing you to a potential new career path.



She turns and walks away tucking the sticks and bottles back into the bag.



V/O: Another dead end but there are plenty of hiding places left to check and more lackeys to interrogate. For now the search continues. As for Genocide this is all serving as a warm up for the orchestra of pain planned for that oh so special night.