Main Event

[Allura Desmonds]

Main Event Final Jeopardy Wargames Match
Evan Storm, Martha Venegas, Veronica Rodirguez, Rachel Storm, AJ Flare (c)
vs
Denise De'Vil ©, Leon Dread, Ice Queen ©, Hex Girl, Baalzebul (c)

RP Limit: 1 Per Character or 1 Per Team
Deadline: 07/13/19 at 11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 07/15/19 at 11:59pm eastern time
Good Luck

[thedeathbringer]

Act 1: This time it ends

"Don't lose your temper. If your head comes away from your neck, it's over"

Ramirez - Highlander

The scene opens on the beautiful city of Montreal Quebec. The city itself was already lit from the right lights from the tall buildings that loomed over the city streets. The walls of the old city could be seen from the hotels that sat on the outside of the city, and the narrow streets were filled with heavy traffic heading toward the Canada Day Celebration Fireworks. The camera moves to the downtown area where the streets had been blocked off for the celebration, and the parade earlier that day and the live bands that now played as the crowd waited for the fireworks to begin. The camera soon stops on Le Mount Stephen Hotel that over looked the crowd below. A figure stands against the explosion of light and color resting upon a silver dragon headed cane. The loud bangs were muffled from the glass pane in front of the figure, as the colors started to explode in the sky lighting up the massive suite that sat behind them. Another figure soon appears beside the other and we see that it is Denise. The figure with the cane turns to face her as an explosion lights up the sky revealing Ambros.

Denise: It's hard to believe Canada has been in existence for a 150 years... I remember when the US was new.

Ambros: I would have loved to see it when it was unspoiled by people who did not appreciate it.

Denise smiles.

Denise: It was nothing but wilderness. Lots of small towns that were made from nothing more than the massive trees that once stood. I try to come north this time of year to see the fire works.

Ambros: I have never spent much time celebrating or reflecting growing up it was all about being the best.

Denise: Now you have all the time that you want. I know you must be going crazy by now... With the injuries and everything.

Ambros: Yes, I hate being week and vulnerable.

Denise: You're not. I know it has to be difficult. I would love nothing more than to have you back in the ring with me. We make one hell of a team.

Ambros: Indeed we did.

He smiles at her.

Ambros: But too many people threaten to quit if they see my name on the roster. I have developed a reputation.

Denise smiles softly and shakes her head.

Denise: So? If they want to walk then let them. Allura wants talent... Not get rid of them.

Ambros: yeah but if I return I fear many will flee from NCW hurting the company. The sidelines may be what is in my future.

Denise: I hate that fact. But I understand. We could use the help in the match coming up though... I know its five on five but... An extra set of eyes would be great.

Ambros: You know I will be there to support you and be an extra set of eyes, I do not trust Evan.

Denise nods.

Denise: No one can. I know he's not going to keep his end of the bargain.

Ambros: If he doesn't we will make him.

Denise: That we will no matter what we have to do to get Katsa back.

Ambros: We will succeed and I will finally free my sister and Leon can reunite with her.

Denise: We have to work together to win this one. The other side is going to do everything they can to get the titles and keep Katsa.

Ambros: I do not doubt that The Pride will have their LSO allies on stand by.

Denise: Of course they will. Martha, Vero, Rachel, will have them on stand by. I have no doubt.

Ambros: But you have a Pinnacle champion, Eternal champion, and former Bloody Hardcore champion teaming with you, you guys got this!

Denise: True. We are not going to let the titles fall into their hands, let alone get the win over us. We have to get rid of Evan.

Ambros: They have wonderful fireworks.

Denise turns to watch the final bit of the bright colors that explode into the sky before the crowd cheers below as they finish.

Denise: I think I'm going to go down to where everyone is. I'm going to get some air if that's alright...

Ambros: Do you want company or do you need to be alone?

Denise: I think one of my kind is down there somewhere. So I better handle this on my own. I'll be back in a bit.

She kisses him deeply and grabs the long black trench coat with something underneath it. She tosses the long coat on, and places the wide brimmed hat on her head with a shimmering sword by her side. Ambros watches and sighs hating to be so useless his shoulders slump as he turns and limps inside. Denise makes her way down the long hallway and toward the elevator. Her boots click along the floor as she steps inside the elevator as the doors open and soon close behind her once again. The doors soon open and she steps out into the massive lobby with massive chandeliers hanging above the marble floors. She walks outside into the night, as the smell of sulfur drifted on the air from the fireworks that had finished just a few minutes before. The sound of a band still echoed off of the buildings as she walks along the sidewalk.

Denise: This is it. This is where it ends with Storm. We have been at this a while now, and this is where it all ends. Revolution. We are not fighting for our freedom but Katsa's freedom from your grip and we are going to do everything that we can to stop you and keep our titles in our hands all the while. Evan you have attacked Ambros without remorse in our home, and tried to have him killed while he was in a coma. I am coming for you no matter what I have to do to destroy you. I will take great joy in putting you out of everyone's misery. I'm not going to hold back on you, no, I will break every inch of your body and leave you in nothing more than a bloody heap in the middle of the ring when it is all said and done. But I'm only one person that wants to end you... There are still four more that want to get their hands on you and we all take turns sending you through a world of pain.

She smiles to herself as she continues passing by the shops with her reflection casting in the windows.

Denise: AJ you managed to lose your title to Erin which I'm not really shocked to tell you the truth. I mean you just kind of lucked out, when you faced off against what's his name to win it to begin with. But it seems that your luck has run out, and this match won't be any different. You made a mistake when you sided with Storm and now you have to pay just like the rest. You will not be walking out of this match in one piece when all is said and done. So pray to whatever God you believe because you'll be meeting them soon.

She rounds the corner and walks into a dark alley. A laugh echos off of the walls of the buildings that sit on either side as the sound of a blade being dragged along the ground is heard. Denise draws her own blade and walks into the alley way.

Denise: I know you're in here... C'mon out. If you want to take my head you're going to have to fight for it.

A young man dressed in a black leather jacket steps out from behind one of the dumpsters and smiles placing his silver blade on his shoulder.

Man: I knew I felt another one like myself.

Denise: It doesn't take much there genius.

Man: They told me you had a smart mouth on you.

Denise: You have no idea. Are you going to stand here and talk me to death or are you going to fight me?

He rushes at her along the alley way and manages to hit her blade that was in front of her. Denise kicks at him sending him stumbling back some as she smirks.

Denise: (Voice Over) Vero, Martha, Rachel I know all three of you will be looking to take me down to get your hands on the Siren's title, but we all know that isn't going to happen. You have yet to even do anything in NCW besides attacking people when they're alone, or on the orders of horrid people that just want to use you for their own goals in the company. But then again, there's plenty of titles to get your hands on but you won't get those either. You see we are not only after Katsa's freedom but to keep our titles right where they are. I've seen you in the other companies that you were in, hell I was in some of them and you didn't impress me either. You can claim to be the best of the business when you should be retired, and sitting on the sidelines by now. You should stick with training the next line of superstars not getting back into the ring Rachel. As for you Vero, I think you're just jealous that your title was taken away from you before AUW closed. And I got it back, and I'm not letting it go to someone like you again. I know you're going to try to bring each one of us down, but will you have what it takes to stand against us or will you fall just like everyone else has?  Martha I've never faced off against you, but you're just like Vero and Rachel... Useless and utterly hopeless when it comes to a match that is actually for something big you'll choke and when it happens I'll laugh and we'll hold our titles high letting you all know that you will never be the best in the business ever again. But then again, you'll have a chance to prove us wrong.

Denise thrusts her blade forward as the young man jumps back almost getting hit with it. He slashes at Denise and it connects with the tip of the blade making a cut in her shirt that she wore. He rushes at Denise once again, and she hits him with a round house kick sending him to the ground. She smiles down at him with her blade at his neck.

Denise: I'll give you one chance to walk away right now.

He spits at Denise's feet, and kicks at her as he he starts to get to his feet.

Man: I'm not going to let you live! I'm going to be the last one standing!

Denise sighs, and shakes her head as he slams Denise against the wall. He slams the sword into her shoulder, and laughs as blood starts to pool from the wound that opened. He removes the blade and she slumps down the wall as he laughs. He starts to prattle on about something as her mind goes back to her match.

Denise: (Voice Over) As for my partners, we are all on the same page now. We know what is at stake, and what we need to do. Evan Storm has to be stopped and bring Katsa home. We have a fight on our hands, and we all know that we can beat our opponents with no problems. But remember we cannot underestimate any of them. They are underhanded, and will do anything to win, but then again... So will we. The Deathbringer comes and she comes for thee. See you soon and good luck... You're going to need it.

As the man comes down with the shimmering blade to take Denise's head, he stops as he looks down seeing Denise's blade in his stomach. She smiles as he backs away and pulls the blade from his stomach as she twirls it and with one fluid movement his head rolls to the ground, as the clear night soon becomes cloudy and the sound of thunder rolls across the sky, and lighting flashes as the wind starts to pick up. Lighting hits her body, as her blade falls to the ground. She soon falls to her knees, as the lighting hits around her, and soon stops just as quick as it had started. She hits the ground, and soon it goes black.

Denise: (Voice Over) When the Quickening happens one never knows how many memories one will take in. Past loves, past families, past feuds, or anything else one remembers when they are alive. When we reach the end of it... There will be complete and utter knowledge. To be the Only One is the true goal in life...

Denise opens her eyes slowly and sees that she is in someone's arms. She looks up and sees that it is Darkson carrying her. She smiles knowing that Ambros had more than likely sent him to find her when she didn't come back. She soon closes her eyes once again, as they seem to disappear into the shadows as the scene fades to black.

[drowningcurrent]

Scene One
Vero and Rachel Promo

This was a very important match for Veronica Rodriguez. Not only were the stakes pretty high, but she also wanted to make the right first impression. The Pride was getting their first chance to main event, a team she knows was her creation. She is the mastermind behind Code Red as well. She can only hope this can live up to that team’s history. There’s only one way to find out. It was time to bring some gold back home where it belongs.

She pondered that offer by Evan Storm for a while. It had been so long since she was asked to work in a prominent spot in the card. This time she planned to make the best of it. As she walked down the halls of her signature owned All-State Arena, now known as the SOW Arena, she knew what she had to do. She began to watch Denise’s promo and chuckled in response to it. Alongside of her was her sister-in-law Rachel Storm.

Vero: They sure like to talk out of their ass a lot.

Rachel: Indeed, it’s like their signature. Do they even know our age?

Vero: I doubt it. I find it funny they call us old want us to retire yet we are barely entering our thirties.

Rachel: Right. This is the same industry that sees people wrestle into their sixties, sometimes even longer. Look how long it took Hulk Hogan and Ric Flair to walk away!

They both laugh. Indeed, they grew up seeing both legends wrestle for so long. It still surprises them they are not in television anymore. Both inspired them to give wrestling a shot. More for their tenure as the bad guy than anything. They made it look cool, they still show flashes of that as tributes to them. Which they most likely would be honored to know that.

Vero: Who in their right mind retires in their prime? Look at what we have done in recent years. We have been winning championships left and right. Leaving would be a huge mistake. We need to milk it while we can. There’s a reason we are the most successful family in wrestling history. The Society of Destruction will never be gone completely.

Rachel: Definitely not. And at NCW Revolution, we are going to make our biggest impact. It’s kind of funny it’s called that because we did start the women’s revolution. Without us, the wrestling business would be totally different.

Vero: We both entered into the business at a really young age, younger than most. Which is why people think we’re old. It’s an easy mistake to make. But just like in other sports, we are entering the prime of our life. Our best is yet to come. That’s why we signed with NCW. Because we want to make our own history, aside from AUW. We want to show the world why we refuse to just rest on our resume. We want to continue to make history like we always have.

They nod as they take out their AUW Championship Collection. They beam with pride at their Tag Team Titles they have won together. Although Rachel has more titles given she was the singles star of the two. Vero looks at Rachel’s side and smirks.

Vero: Some day, I want to have a collection that big. Some day, I want to be the face of a company again like you have. I have only done that at 450 Wrestling and that company didn’t last that long while I was in it. Plus, back then, I took a backseat to work in a tag team and train people. I didn’t focus on myself until now, because of Jennifer Enigma telling me to. She wants me to work on my confidence. Which my opponents have too much of, it borders on being cocky. It’s like they don’t see us as worthy competition. They think we are below them.

Rachel: They are the clear example of letting success go to your head. While we have been successful and we are proud of our championship runs, we never forget where we came from. Underestimating your opponent is the worst mistake you can make. But don’t worry, they will learn that the hard way when we pin them to close the show. They will be spitting out a lot of regret when push comes to shove, I guarantee you that.

Vero: Right on. I’m done talking. I don’t know about you, but I feel like getting this out of the way. I speak more in action than anything. Let’s get going.

Rachel nods at her sister-in-law. Not only was she her tag partner. She was her twin in a lot of the way they viewed the business. Some day she hopes to get Vero to get interested in MMA, but that will come with time. For now, she is happy with being offered an opportunity she hasn’t had since the death of AUW.

Rachel: I love the way you think. For sure, let’s get started on the next step.

They make their way out with confident smirks on their faces. They know they have what it takes to shock the world. Unlike their opponents they don’t feel the need to talk shit or make up stuff about themselves. All they do is let their actions speak for themselves and that’s all you can really ask for.

Scene Two

Their next plan of action is to find their missing piece of the puzzle. They hadn’t heard from their partner Martha since they were first approached by Evan. They wanted to know where she stands in all of this. Time was drawing near for their match and Martha hadn’t showed her face. She probably forgot all about the match. They weren’t gonna let that fly. They have set too high a standard for themselves to tolerate that kind of laziness from a tag team partner of theirs. Chances are that their other leader, Jennifer Enigma, would be offended by this as well. Even though they don’t team together anymore, she still has a big influence on this team.

They make their way towards the Venegas residence in Cicero, Illinois. With them they have footage of their recent matches in other companies. Martha had to watch those matches to know what to expect from them in the ring. Truth be told, Martha hadn’t been booked in a while. She was itching to wrestle but no one would give her the chance. She could only hope that NCW would change that. As she stood inside the house discussing any possible promotions to join with her husband, she hears a knock on the door. She gets up and looks surprised at who is there.

Martha: Oh, hey guys. I have been wondering about you guys. I thought you had replaced me by now.

Vero: We could say the same about you…

Both Rachel and Vero arch their eyebrows staring a hole into Martha. She starts getting uncomfortable, which causes Hector to clear his throat.

Hector: What seems to be the problem?

Rachel: Martha, along with us, was hired by Evan Storm to watch his back and fight with him in NCW. But so far, she hasn’t shown her face. We don’t operate that way, Diablo. You know that personally. If she wants to make a good first impression, she has to do it the right way. Granted, the other team hasn’t said much of anything,but that doesn’t excuse her.

Hector turns to look at Martha with an annoyed look on his face and grunts.

Hector: And why didn’t you tell me you were booked? You spent all this time asking me for other promotions to join.

Martha: Because I didn’t want you involved. I wanted to get it done on my own.

Vero: That’s fine, but that doesn’t excuse your disappearance.

Martha: I’m not really good with words. In fact, I can’t stand having to address cameras. I was looking forward to letting my actions do the talking. I have been training relentlessly in my time off for this moment.

Vero places her palm on her face and groans, shaking her head from side to side.

Vero: We have to promote the damn match or else we won’t sell tickets. This is basic wrestling 101.

Martha: I just started not that long ago. But I really wish I didn’t have to do it. Again, I am in it more for the fighting portion.

Vero: Well, that’s not the way it works, you have to address your match just like the rest of us. You’re not gonna stand out from the rest being just another ordinary fighter. Come on, Martha, let’s go.

She groans and heads out the door with them as Hector can only shake his head in disbelief.

Scene Three
Martha Promo

“Who am I? That’s a good question, I am trying to learn the same thing. I was given the name Jezebel by my husband Diablo because we both battle with our inner demons. We both struggle with our sanity after what we have seen in street gangs. Granted, I have more experience than him because of how much of my family was into it and how much I know of it. He was forced into it to support his family, while me, I was raised in it. There was a hierarchy and a code in the family. It kind of reminds me of how Society of Destruction operates, so the learning curb isn’t that big.”

She pauses, the memories flow back into her mind. She scratches her head and tilts her head to the side trying to figure out how it can help her in the wrestling ranks. She seems to get lost in thought until Rachel nudges her and grunts.

“Oh sorry. Yeah, I am still getting used this promotion thing. I love fighting. Unlike most girls,I liked getting involved. I didn’t order others to do the dirty work. I even asked my cousin-in-law Mayhem to train me in MMA and Wrestling. I learned it pretty quickly, but I also stuff I learned on the streets like using my environment to my advantage. I ama creative fighter, just like my husband. You don’t know what to expect from me and that’s the way I like it.”

She smirks at the camera. She is starting to get her confidence rolling, which kind of surprises Rachel and Vero. They look on and nod at her in approval as she nervously continues.


“With that said, I hear what you guys had to say about Brandy and me, saying that our family produces trash. I totally hate that. I may not be the best, but I have won a good majority of my matches since entering this business in WXW. I even made it farther than my master, Vero, in their world title tournament. I lost to one third of the finals, one of the Haze sisters, while Vero lost to my other master, Jennifer Enigma. A lot of people underestimated me and paid for it. And you will too. I see nobody here sees me as a threat let alone acknowledges me.but that’s okay. As another partner of mine, Wildflower aka Jessica Williams, says Ignorance is Bliss. Just like she did in her rookie year, I aim to surprise people on my way to gold. I was chosen to be in The Pride because of my viciousness, because of my ruthless aggression, and I’m not gonna let that go to waste.”

She winks and giggles at the camera. An evil grin seems to form on her face slowly but surely.

“Don’t let my nervousness fool you. I have a lot of evil plans within me that I’m more than capable of executing and you’ll find those out soon enough. Ciao for now.”

She blows a kiss and winks at the camera.

[icequeen]

    Inside the voluminous dark chamber that has oft been seen as the main thinking room of the Dark messiah Darkson. Often rife with fear, horror, and terror, instead this day it is an ominous oppressive melancholy. The once mighty and towering figure of Darkson is seen hunched and pensive a small frame in his hand his eyes staring at the picture of a young girl with a wild and vibrant smile.

    The clicking of heels can be heard echoing in one of the exterior hallways drawing closer to the chamber. Off to the side one of the doors open and in walks Ice Queen. She walks over to her husband. Her hands move to his shoulders and begin to massage a the tense knots that seem to have taken up residence. She looks down at the picture in his hand.



Ice Queen: The fates are being cruel to allow her to be kept away.


Darkson: I was never a good father... I was always on the road going to venue to venue, match to match. Twice I failed my families, and I find myself failing yet again...


Ice Queen: You have made steps to amend you past mistakes, my love. That's all that one can ask. You are being too hard on yourself. Don't blame what has happened to Katsa on yourself. Evan Storm has had more help than filth like him deserves.



Her hands slide down to his arms so she can give him more of an embrace.
 Darkson rests his head on her shoulder.



Darkson: I had him at Genocide until RJ caught me off guard and ended my career. Now I sit at the sidelines useless and futile. Powerless and impotent. Feelings I can't abide of myself. It is so vexing and infuriating. I must watch others climb into a dangerous terrain of a double cage and fight a battle I should be part of...I have never been much of a spectator.


She leans down and nuzzles his neck whispering something in his ear. Perhaps a suggestion or devious plan to lift his spirits. She then pulls away from his ear.



Ice Queen: He will be in that same double cage with no where to escape to, limited allies, and facing prepared and determined opponents who have something worth fighting for.


Darkson: He is a slithering serpent that would make the tempter of Eve proud. They will have back up and weapons stashed around the arena, they will try to divide and conquer, we must stay together when we arrive the arena.


Ice Queen: If I'm not mistaken we have several weapon and hardcore experts on our team. All we need to do is remain situationally aware at all times until we are finished with our mission.


Darkson: He hired Society of Destruction, mercs for higher championship specialists. They sent Evan The Pride, two very dangerous veteran women with past accolades and a young hungry rookie. But also they have others waiting in the back, so be wary.


Ice Queen: He had to purchase his allies. And while the Society of Destruction may have a decent track record. They have no emotional stake. There are certain things that even they will classify "above their pay grade".


Darkson: As deadly as you and Denise are, and as crazy as Baalz and Hex are, I think they are completely unprepared for pure fury of Dread, if he loves Katsa a portion as I love you, you might not have anyone to fight when he is done.


She gives a small chuckle.



Ice Queen: I think they are all underestimating how much we all love Katsa. Dread is the wrecking ball but the rest of us are the remainder of the demolition crew.


Darkson: AJ Flare has also has friends he will be angry after his recent title loss. Will he seek to take out his frustrations on you or on the person who took his title's teammates. A weakness lies before us my dear.



He kisses her cheek lightly.
She gives his shoulders another squeeze and whispers in his ear again before kissing his temple.



Ice Queen: Don't worry my dear I have a bit of extra insurance for us.


Darkson: I will be watching and waiting as well to keep interference away from you.

[Uh Oh]

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[icequeen]

Location: Ilse-de-Boucherville National Park, Charron Island, Montreal Quebec, Canada



Just a few miles away from the bustling streets of the heart of the city of Montreal is a peaceful natural sanctuary. While it is occasionally disrupted with the calls of golfers teeing off at the southern end. The farther one gets from the golf course the more peaceful things become. One could almost get lost among the trees. A slim redheaded figure sits beneath one of the trees, eyes closed possibly in meditation, a hunter green half cape draped over her shoulders. In front of her on the ground is an ornate circle in white. Candles are burning at five points along the circumference.



The stilled silence is starting to be methodically interrupted as the sound of metal clicking on dirt and stone in a steady rhythm. Until cresting the horizon it shows Ambros Nocturne clad in hiking boots, dark pants and a sweat soaked white t-shirt. In his hand is a silver dragon headed cane that he uses to assist him as he walks into the area. His gait far from the once powerful stride he had but slowly starting to come back through the injured lope he now walks with.



The redhead doesn't appear to take notice of her approaching guest her eyes remaining closed. Her left hand lifts from her knee and moves out in a slow sweeping arch over the circle as she mutters in a low voice. "Ad praesidium modo. Destructon ad portas mortis." Her hand returns to her knee and she repeats the motion with her right hand. She continues to mutter. "Redi ad filiam ex ea familia. Qui separant dissipet domum. Litia familia vincula et eas." Her hand returns to her knee.



Hex Girl: Hello Ambros.



Ambros: Hello Hex Girl. Am I interrupting?



Ambros rests against a tree rubbing his wounded left leg.



Hex Girl: Not really. You've avoided walking through my circle so you're good. Though if you have personal tokens of you, Katsa, and Alex to drop in the middle it might help strengthen my spell.



She indicates a vessel in the middle of the circle. Ambros reaches into his pocket pulls out a glitter covered set of brass knuckles. He holds them to Hex Girl.
 She opens her eyes and looks at them and can't resist cracking a smile.



Hex Girl: Katsa's I take it.



Ambros: Indeed, she loves her glitter


Hex Girl nods.



Hex Girl: Indeed she does.



She accepts to knuckles and places them in the circle.



Hex Girl: Do you have anything of you or Alex to contribute?



Ambros: Alex was never one for sharing, as for me...I don't need these anymore....



He passes her his old MMA gloves.She takes the gloves and puts them in the circle along with the knuckles. She looks up and shakes her head at him.



Hex Girl: Y'all must of played with the kiddie gloves with each other then.'Cause my cousins and I used to romp and stomp all over the place. I know I wound up with a couple of teeth and more than a few buttons from them. A token isn't necessarily something that was donated voluntarily.



Ambros: I never took anything from him but blood and teeth. I didn't keep any of either

She thinks about it for a moment.


Hex Girl: Nah, you got something else bend your ass down here for a moment.


Ambros hobbles to Hex Girl leaning down wincing at his leg's discomfort. She pulls a sharp looking silver blade from under her cape and cuts a lock of hair from right next to his temple.



Hex Girl: Cum familia memorias manere apud nos relinquit



Ambros: I'll have to get that evened out after



She then drops the lock of hair in to the middle of the circle. From under her cape she draws a small box with five more tokens and drops them in as well.



Hex Girl: Invocatio Mallum ad vos, et Lunae haec sacrificia accipe, mater obsecro nexum est cognatione coeant in proelia familiam tueri venit iterum



The circle suddenly erupts in flames consuming the offerings. Leaving behind a greasy red soot in the vessel. Hex Girl picks up it up from the remains of the circle and dipping her thumb into the soot she proceeds to draw a protection symbol on Ambros's bicep.



Hex Girl: Good news it worked.



Ambros: What worked? What exactly did you do?



Hex Girl looks up at him and smiles.



Hex Girl: A spell to help us.



Ambros: Well, whatever you think will help, I know father and I will be waiting for the rest of his goons.



Hex Girl: Yeah I know. Now I was never a girl scout but I was a military brat which is almost as good.



She moves away from Ambros and sets the vessel down before retrieving a long tube next to the tree.



Hex Girl: Preparedness is a good habit to have.



She opens the tube and slides out a peculiar looking cane it has a fat ball on the head and the black shaft doesn't have the satin finish of a standard aluminum cane. Overall it has a slight steampunk look about it. She holds it out to him.



Hex Girl: My cousin makes these. The head is a the ball from a tow hitch. and the shaft and collar are an iron pipe and a coupler. Don't worry about rust it's been hit with a good layer of rustoleum. Total weight is somewhere in the neighborhood of five pounds or better you can fill the shaft with shot or bb's and make it more if ya want. Point is you can have that to help ya walk and if you take a notion to hit someone with it they won't be keen for a round two. Security won't take it off ya cause that's your cane.



Ambros: I never relied on weapons and I refuse to start, I may no longer be "The Evolution of Wrestling" anymore, nor maybe ever again, but deep down inside I am still me. But thank you for the cane, I will use it to walk until I no longer need a cane.



Hex Girl: Ya might not rely on weapons but there are times you need one.



She gives him a smile.



Hex Girl: If you'll excuse me I've got to go mark a few people, before the show.



Ambros: Alright, good luck, stay safe, watch your back. Also my younger brother is around backstage keep an eye out for him, I don't trust Evan around any family



Hex Girl: Part of my spell was to bind him from harming family.



Ambros: Thank you.



She picks up the vessel and bows her head towards Ambros.



Hex Girl: Anytime.



She walks around the side of the tree and appears to vanish. All that is left behind is the charred remains of the circle.
Ambros turns and heads back to the arena the cane steadily tapping on the ground as the camera zooms into the charred remains

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The sxene opens up with aj flare being sad about losing his pride title.

Well I'm sorry guys but I wasn't available to defend my title but I had a family emergency.

Well congrats to the new champ but I have to help my team win titles and destroy them.

You see I wanna win another title and I also want to help my team achieve their goal. I am wanna help us be champion and not have to deal with our punishments.

You see I will do anything to help us win and I could not care less about what it takes.

So I am gonna see you guys in the ring and we will win.

Scene fades to black.