Opening Match

[Allura Desmonds]

Opening Match
Triple Threat Match
DKM vs Spike vs Lachlain Hennessey

RP Limit: 1 Per Person

Deadline: 08/31/19 at 11:59 Pm Eastern time

Grace Period: 09/02/19 Pm Eastern time

Good Luck

[DKM]

*A NCW cameraman walks into a pool hall. He scans the place, looking for an interview. Spanky Evens is accompanying him, as they walk to a large group of people in the corner. There is a man playing pinball, and a woman at the Arcade game. She is about at level 12, when the left button pops off*  

Woman: I need something adhesive. 

*She looks at a guy chewing gum*  

Woman: Spit . . . 

*He spits in her hand. She wipes it on his face, and says*  

Woman: NO! your gum, you idiot.  

*She resticks the button, and starts playing. All of the sudden, the guy at the pinball machine screams*  

Man: NEW HIGH SCORE! 500 TRILLION! I hold Jimbo's Pub record, for pinball points on a single ball!  

Woman: Nice one Dominic. Unfortunately, you made me lose. Give me another quarter, now!  

Dominic: Geez . . .sorry. 

*He looks at the camera.*  

Dominic: Let's go play pool Spanky, my Mom's a sore loser.  

Spanky: What her name? 

Dominic: Not important, all you need to know is ...she's a huge metal-head. Well that, or she really loves it!  

*They crack up. Dominic racks the set of billiards.*  

Dominic: I'll break. So Spanky, what do you need? 

Spanky: Interview for your match. I'm your number one personal interviewer!  

Dominic: Yeah, ok? 

*He starts sinking all the solid balls, one by one starting with the 3*  

Spanky: What led to your, insulting your opponents a week ago?  

Dominic: What led to it? I'll tell you ...Those assholes are the ones, I have to beat. They are the ones, that when I beat them ...will prove to me, that I am actually here. I don't deserve any titles, if I can't take them out. You see back at the training compound, I faced many. And in those matches, if anyone saw it ...I hit the Morbid Ending, and went to end it. But these Damn Fools don't care, and hit me with insults ....as id ,they're any better? So now, I'm booked again lackeys, and I'm screwed. So next week, I put my career on the line. And sure enough Spike, and Lachlain will understand the difference between ...A rookie, and Family Greatness. I will not let myself, or The Morbidly Paineful School of Hard Knocks. It very simple, I was born of Legends ...you two, are still learning to take bumps. Lace your boot, put on your fancy customs, and wrap yourselves up in your nice robs ...I'm still going to bleed you!! You call it a "New Comers Match" ...I call it, the beginning of another Xtreme Legacy!! 

*He starts shooting all the striped balls in on purpose*  

Dominic: Giving you an advantage Spanky.  

Spanky: Ok, what are your thought on the . . . 

Dominic: Hey, where is your partner?  

Spanky: Sean Jones?  

Dominic: Yeah. Is he still selling hot dogs in that cart, over by V.I.P.? Very Intimate Pleasures? Hehehehehe.  

Spanky: I think., I don't know? 

Dominic: Dude . . .I was kidding, that's nasty. We should get him to come back.  

Spanky: Yea, I need action . . .and a hot dog. I mean Ok, Dominic. What are your thoughts, on your match? 

Dominic: It should be fun. I mean, not as big a win as getting the single ball Pub Pinball record ...but Ok, it'll do. Besides I'm looking forward to seeing these guys in action. I just need to address them for a sec. Guys ...I know you are a talented wrestlers. I'm honored to fight with you. Just let me give you some advice. Do not get arrogant in this match. I'll be waiting for that. I know something we have in common, is the will to win ...so let's focus on winning the match, by whatever means ...even if you don't particularly like it. Then I'll leave that ring, and leave you to have fun with each other ...if you want. Just make sure, it's a fun match. Let me a sure you, I will use any means necessary to win ...broken rules, or not. Ok, let's have a little fun with this match!  

Woman: Dominic, can we go have our . . .fun yet?  

Dominic: Not yet, I need to finish this interview with my bud Spanky, and this game of pool.  

*All of the sudden*  

Mr. Storm Maker: STAND BACK!! There's a Hurricane coming through! . . . GAH! My Hurri-record! Shattered by a devious villain of initials . . . DKM? Damn, I'll just set a NEW record! Hurripowers activate! 

Dominic: Idiot . . .what a damn loser. Besides let him try, it took me 5 years to get that skill, and 5 minutes to get that record.  

Spanky: What about your opponents? 

Dominic: Frankly Spanky, my friend ...they doesn't scare me. Let them take their shots, up 'til the show. Let them get their asses royally whooped, by the Xtreme Prince. Doesn't matter ...you see Spanky, I make a living off of people underestimating me and then kicking their ass. You have no idea, of the powers I wield. At my disposal, are the best attributes ever! 

Woman: Especially at not listening, to me. 

Dominic: Yea that too. Thanks for reminding me there. Spanky, you see ...I am a superior wrestler. But I know what you're saying, this isn't The Asylum. You two, aren't Godlike here. You're a new comer, just like "me". Well I'm saying yes, but I am going to prove to you WHY I was the one ...EVERYONE hated to fight. Why I was the one, they cowered in fear of. And there is nothing you, or anyone else can do about it . . .Ma, stop harassing poor Spanky ...it's his pet dog's job to hump his leg . . .Hehehe. Nice joke though.  

Woman: Thanks Dominic. 

Mr. Storm Maker: NO! Hurripowers failing. Is this machine packing, Kryptonite?  

Dominic: What a total dweeb, like a kid in a comic book . . . 

Mr. Storm Maker: Must beat record, but all I can achieve is 2 million! 50th time's a charm!  

Dominic: And that leaves me with the new comers. Guys, let me start by saying so good to see you are ...EXACTLY, like I figured. A couple scumbags, with a luck streak a mile wide and a list of run-ins as big as Kevin Nobleman's ass. You have yet to show me, you can compete on your own. You have shown me, you are a yellow bastard ...who won't fight their own battles. Well, come show time ...you will be forced to fight. And I doubt you, will be able to take it. Never mind, you wanting to leave ...I'll crush you to the point, where you run crying and then end up in the hospital OUT OF COMMISSION FOR A LONG LONG TIME! You see guys, size doesn't threaten me. Speed doesn't threaten me. Strength doesn't threaten me. I posses all 3, in equal amounts. Plus, I know more about submissions than you and I am definitely smarter and more tactical than you. I'm braver than you, I'm more agile, and acrobatic. And I will use everything at my disposal, to end you. This match, is the start of your end. I will personally rip your feeble body apart, piece by piece. Although I can think of 2 things, that are MUCH smaller than usual ...and I actually, question their presence. Where are your balls? I don't think you have any. You'll run from me, your entire career. The running is done now. You must grow some balls, a backbone, and get ready to step into your hell ...into your darkness, into your own Death. You are just like this 15 ball. Old, overused, and SUNK! ! 

*He sinks it then misses the 8 on purpose. Spanky calls the corner, and proceeds to shoot right into the side pocket*  

Dominic: The idea is, to get it IN the pocket you call . . .I win. That was a truly dumb move of you Spanky.  

Spanky: Damn, so close. I almost had you. 

Dominic: You never had me. You never had your cue! So now, I leave you to dwell on this. Enjoy your time, before I break you! Let's go Ma, time for some . . .fun HAHAHA! I always win . . .  

*They leave. Spanky just looks at Mr. Storm Maker, crying on the floor*  

Mr. Storm Maker: What mockery is this ...*sob* I have to win! I'm a superhero.  

Spanky: You're A Damn Loser!! 

*Camera fades away, as DKM and the mystery woman exit the pool hall*

[Apocalypse]

It was a rather large training center. Obvious by its contents the building at one time offered the top of the line in every aspect, weights, in one of the multiple rings about the place two teams of the "Forsaken" are training and going at each other as though it was a war to see who lives or dies. Off in the corner is Calypso, she seems focused on something rather intently. Lachlan from somewhere unseen starts to drink it in. Upon closer examination you can see that the building itself along with everything except the center ring has started to fall apart. It is as if no one seems to care that the shell has started to decay, started to rot. It's like with some people . . . no matter the body, you can't help but recognize the fight in their spirit their soul if you will. There are giant holes in the walls, even a few in the floor, and broken rafters. There are more than a few lights hanging down by one fixture, exposed wires, even doors off their hinges. With how dilapidated, and degraded the structure of this building is some would wonder why, or even how one could bring themselves to trust that it wasn't going to collapse down around them. N'Rak Vargas steps into the facility from down the hall. He has a piece of paper in his hand, and he looks mad. Lachlan finally revealing himself follows close behind him. The two teams in the ring stop and stand watching, almost trance-like. Vargas steps up to Anna. Lachlan closes the space between Anna and himself, almost instinctively ready to protect her. Calypso pulls her sister in for a hug. Vargas slams his fist into a table, it cracks.


Vargas: "Have any of you seen the booking sheet for the upcoming broadcast of N.C.W.?"


The three of them just look at him, not knowing what could have him so angry. The teams in the ring seem to have broken free of their trance given that Vargas isn't near them, nor is he focused on them. They return to their training. Vargas glares at the sisters, then at Lachlan.


Vargas: "What the hell was that? Did any of you think to clear a stunt like that with me?"


Anna gets scared and hides behind Lachlan, while Calypso moves slightly to her left.


Vargas: "I mean the mere idea of any of you doing something without my approval that just pisses me off, but something that has me pissed even more is the booker of N.C.W. thinking that you're talent. whoever booked you for your debut matches seems to think that because you're women you aren't up to taking out a couple of minor punks. and Lachlan they have put you in a triple threat for your first match. Now I DEMAND that the three of you go out there and end them."


Anna steps out from behind Lachlan, walks down the hall she goes into the womens locker room. Calypso wanders off looking deep in thought, as Lachlan moves to the far end of the building where there is a series of climbing ropes. He climbs up to the rafers and out through a hole onto the roof. Interestingly enough this rooftop doesn't look like it fits the theme of what you would expect of Lachlan. Most would expect to see a very Celtic centered space, however this place looks like of a sports auditorium than anything else. He walks to a chair which appears to have been well used over the years, and sits down.


Lachlan: "So N.C.W. executives are so unsure of their newly signed talent that they feel a need to put two of their litle boys up against me in a triple threat match. Well trust me the only way that either of them has a chance against me would be if they were put against me in a handicaped match."


Lachlan sweeps his feet up and over the bck of his chair. He comes to rest against a small wall and drops down to his stomach pushing his feet onto the wall. He starts to do pushups using the wall to guide his body. after twenty he lifts one arm, does yet another twenty, then he switches arms and repeasts the proccess.


Lachlan: "So my opponents names are D.K.M., and Spike? The first dude sounds like a shifty grocery store, and the second sounds like a nail, or maybe a dog? I've heard of intergender matches, but never interspecies matches. Does little Spike want a doggy bone? Im sure I can go to D.K.M.'s shop and pick up a few for you little puppy."



Lachlan stops doing his pushups as the scene fades away.