Genocide Match

[Allura Desmonds]

Main Event
Genocide Match
Entire Roster

RP Limit: 3 Per Character
Deadline: 01/18/2020 at 11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 01/20/2020 at 11:59pm eastern time
Good Luck

[Uh Oh]

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[thedaredevilavery]

Act 1: Recovery


"Whatever life throws at you, even if it hurts you, just be strong and fight through it. Remember strong walls shake but never collapse."
Unknown

The scene opens on the beautiful beaches of Miami. The sun was warm and the water was gently lapping at the shore line once again. The sky was a bright blue over head, and the white fluffy clouds drifted over head in silence. The sound of the waves gently broke against the shore, as the sound of the traffic moving along the crowded streets, mixing with the sound of the sea gulls that soared over head, in search of their next meal. The smells from the local restaurants mixed with the sea air, as the smell from the cars burnt gas and local flowers that were still in bloomed loomed over it. The tall high rises cast their shadows to the ground, as their windows glistened in the late afternoon sun. A few brave souls wandered the beach and ventured out into the water while others sunbathed on the lounge chairs that ran along the edge of the boardwalk that ran along the beach. The camera moves along the beach and soon comes to a stop on a familiar place. The Maddox estate. The beautiful modern home sat above the beach and had the perfect view of the crystal clear water that stretched as far as the eye could see. The large bay window had a giant tree in front of it decorated with deep reds and white trinkets from years gone by. The living room was filled with gifts that sat under the tall tree and the lights cast their glow to the polished oak floor below. The walls were lined with pictures of family and friends. In a glass case shimmering titles sat under bright lights from different companies with the names Avery McCullen and Michael Maddox engraved on them. The camera moves through the house and soon comes to a stop on what appears to be a gym that seemed to take over the whole back end of the house. The wooden floor was polished to a perfect shine, and the wall of mirrors glistened in the late afternoon sun that streamed in from the row of windows. We hear voices coming from somewhere on the other side of the room, and we see Avery with her leg still in a brace, pushing against a rowing machine. Sweat had started to form on her forehead, as her cousins Shaun and Marty spot her as she continues.

Shaun: Are you sure you're ready for this?

Avery: I'm not letting a slight injury keep me down.

Marty: That wasn't a slight injury. Tyler and the rest of those assholes nearly ripped your leg off.

Avery sighs as she pushes the weights up once again, this time struggling a little bit.

Shaun: Are you alright?

Avery: I'm fine... Just.. wore down.

Marty: Here lets get you out of here.

Marty and Shaun help Avery to her feet, as her knee seems to give from underneath her.

Shaun: Are you sure you'll be ready for Genocide?

Marty: Hell are you sure they're going to clear you?

Avery: I'll be ready by then. I'm getting there.

Shaun: Right. This reminds me of the time that you jumped off of the roof and into the snow drift not knowing that the car was under it.

Marty: Yeah, you bent your leg in a direction that no one should have been able to.

Avery: It was a mild sprain...

Shaun: Sure it was. Or when you were five we told you that you were part fae and that you could fly.

Marty: Yeah you got into the highest tree on the property, and...

Avery: And fell down hitting each branch as I went. I didn't break anything...

Shaun: No, but you do have a scar on your face from where you hit the ground.

Avery puts a hand to her right cheek where a slight scar could be seen. It had faded with time and that could be seen is a small mark. She sighs as they walk out into the hallway that lead to the rest of the house.

Avery: I remember every last bit of those days.

Shaun: And how much of it have you told Mike?

Avery: Some... Not all of it.

Marty: What have you told him?

Avery: About some of my travels and the people that we met during that time. My connections...

Shaun: And what about the headstone out back at the ranch?

Avery looks down at the floor and then out the window that was in the hallway.

Avery: I told him about my mother's...

Marty: What about the other one? You know the one with your name on it?

Avery stares out the window and sighs.

Avery: No. I've been trying to and every time I do something else comes up. It's not like it was a permanent thing.

Shaun: You were dead for like three months...

Avery: I was missing...

Marty: No you weren't. We buried...

Avery looks at him and grabs his arm.

Avery: No I wasn't...

Marty: See? You can't even tell the truth with us. You know what happened.

Avery: I do, but not everyone needs to know.

Shaun: C'mon we're just messing with you anyway.

Marty: Is there anything you need us to do?

Avery: No, everything has been done at least for now. Why don't you two go and get a drink?

Shaun: Are you sure?

Avery: Yeah. I have something to do anyway. Mike will be back with Lizzy soon.

Marty and Shaun nod, before walking out of the room leaving Avery alone in the living room. She moves to the balcony doors and steps out into the warm afternoon. A gentle breeze moved along the balcony, as the sea gulls circled over the water in search of their next meal. She leans against the railing and sighs.

Avery: I know a lot of you think I won't be ready for Genocide, but I will be. I've never managed to win at Genocide, but I've lasted a bit longer than most, and tossed out a few people that got in my way. This time I plan on getting to the end no matter what I have to do. I know I have a lot of people to get through... Even after I come in. I won't tell you what number I got but I know I have a good chance.

She smiles to herself as she leans against the window.

Avery: Thug Revolution everyone is looking to put an end to all of you. And I'm not any different. Tyler put me on the shelf for a little bit, but I'll be back and ready for anything that you or anyone else for that matter. You've managed to luck out so far Tyler but let me tell you something, this match isn't as easy as you think it is going to be. There are no teams, no alliances, and only one will be walking away from this match with title in hand and you'll have the biggest target on your back. Everyone is coming for you. As for the rest of Thug Revolution and the two bitches that joined them, you’ve been nothing more than a pain in everyone’s side since all of you came in. Fathi, Brian congrats on the wins… Oh wait… You didn’t win at November Reign’s did ya? What a shame. I mean I’ve held the tag titles, which gave me my Triple Crown title. You’re still holding the one title each and yet you have not managed to take down a redneck, and a woman that is like half your size. It made me laugh if nothing else, and I have to admit it made me wonder if you two are really a threat. I’ve never won a Genocide match, but I plan on winning this one.

She moves toward the stairs and heads down them taking her time toward the beach below.

Avery: As for Mia and… and… What’s her name you two have yet to even prove yourselves in the middle of the ring. No wait, you faced of against Rene, and Summer Page… How did that work out for Mia? Do you remember? You lost! You really think you’re going to win Genocide? And… what’s her face, you can run your mouth, and have all your little friends stand by you, but this is an all out war. Like I said there are no friends, and no allies. Everyone is out for themselves, just like I will be.

She reaches the bottom step and whistles. Two Irish wolfhounds come bounding down the stairs and toward her. She smiles as they jump around her in excitement as they walk toward the beach.

Avery: The Forsaken, or Apocalypse, or whatever the hell your name is, you have been another thorn in everyone’s side as well. I mean you haven’t tried to mess with me, but if you do cross me you better hope that don’t. But in this match it can't be helped can it? Lets see some of the newer people that have come in I can't wait to see how long you last. This match is an amazing way to make a debut but you do have your work cut out for you. This is not a walk in the park, and you have a lot of people in there that are seeking one thing, and one thing only... The Pinnacle Title. The biggest prize of them all.

The Irish wolfhounds run on ahead of her as he smiles watching them play in the waves that touched the shore.

Avery: Dario you have your head up your own ass, and haven't really managed to do anything to impress me. You run your mouth about how great you are and yet you don't have a title or major wins that you can claim. You came close at getting your hands on a title, but Enforcer walked away with it. Enforcer congrats on the win... I was one of the first ones to get my hand on that title and held it for a good while. Enjoy it while it lasts. CoV... What the hell does that stand for anyway? Cult of Villains? Really? Are you superhero villains or what? I mean I don't even see any of you as threats. If you wanted to come up with a name you could have done a lot better!

She smiles as she walks along.

Avery: I know there are a lot more, and I would love to be able to address all of you but I'm afraid I would start sounding like a broken record if I did. But I will say something to the love of my life, I will do everything to win this match and take the title away from Cross. I love you, but this is just business, nothing more. And that goes for my allies as well. I will do everything that I can to win this match. It's not going to be easy, but I will fight and I will claw all my way to the top and stop when there is no one left standing in the end. Good luck to everyone and may the best person win... Ha! We all know I'll be the last one standing. See you soon and good luck... You're going to need it.

She whistles and turns heading back toward the house as the Irish Wolfhounds come bounding down the beach as the scene fades to black.

[Allura Desmonds]

Act 1: Christmas with Monsters


Finding the real joy of Christmas comes not in the hurrying and the scurrying to get more done, nor is it found in the purchasing of gifts. We find real joy when we make the Savior the focus of the season.
Thomas S. Monson


The scene opens on a beautiful island somewhere in the middle of the water. The water that surrounded the island was a clear blue and you could see to the bottom along the shoreline. The sound of seagulls could be heard soaring over head in search of their next meal. The tall trees swayed in the wind that moved around the island as the sound of some strange creature moving among the trees. The abandoned city was like a wound that sat in silence with cars that had been long since abandoned and the glass in the windows had been shattered by what could be an explosion. The camera moves over the city, and comes to a stop on the tall building that loomed over the forest below. The camera moves to the interior of the building where we see a giant tree decorated with red, and white lights, and a few decorations that were scattered throughout the branches. We see Rene dressed in a pair of black legging, and a long red shirt that looked like a short dress. Her hair was pulled back away from her face, and is still decorating the tree. She steps back and smiles looking up the brightly colored star on the top of the tree.

Rene: You don't think it's to big is it?

A hulking figure clad in brown leather pants with grey fur lining the sides looks at it.

Ragnarok: No, not too big, what is this for again?

Rene: The holiday's. I know it's just us here, but I thought we could make it look nice.

Ragnarok: I never was one for holidays or most days in general. In SoD I was locked in my room until I was needed to destroy something.

Rene sighs and smiles softly.

Rene: Here you have free range of the place. There are animals to hunt in the forest, and places where it's quiet.

Ragnarok: It is strange no longer just a weapon of destruction...

Rene: You are more than a weapon in my eyes.

Ragnarok: It is new to me to be anything else. I barely saw the day unless it was to obliterate Vero's foes under the sun. Even my sister barely acknowledges me, you make me feel... human?

Rene: My father always taught me that we are all humans no matter what we so. I think that is why I took up his work.

Ragnarok: Show me this holiday... I would like you to teach me things.

Rene smiles and looks up at him with her eyes sparkling in the lights from the tree.

Rene: I will gladly do so. But first we need to check your enhancements and see if they working like they should.

Ragnarok: Alright, what is the first challenge for me?

Rene: For now we need to head to the lab and make sure your body isn't rejecting the DNA that has been added. Then I will let you go out into the forest and let you test everything.

Ragnarok follows inside moving to be ready to protect her from an attack. Rene presses the button for the floor and soon the doors close. She leans against the back of the car and watches the numbers go up.

Rene: I'm surprised we haven't heard anything from your sisters about Genocide.... I mean it's a month away.

Ragnarok: They are probably training and planning. They barely speak to me.

Rene: I am part of the Coven and nothing... I know its everyone for themselves but it would be nice to know how they are doing. Everyone is out for two major stables at the moment, and I plan on staying in that match as long as I can.

Ragnarok: you will do well, you are smart and courageous.

Rene blushes.

Rene: That means a lot. to me. I haven't won that many matches but I managed to beat that Mia Brooks or whatever her name is. So that is a hit to Thug Revolution.

Ragnarok: You are learning every math is a battle every battle you survive you get stronger.

Rene: Indeed. It was the win I was looking for. But now I have to stand against 89 others just get my hands on that title. Even if I don't I still have a chance at getting another title shot...

Ragnarok: You will be great. You and I an train to ready you.

Rene: Thank you Ragnarok. I'll be ready for anything that they can throw at me. And where my number is I have a better chance than most at the moment.

Ragnarok: When do we do the gift thing?

Rene: Not for another week. Christmas Eve.

The doors open and she steps out into the hallway. Ragnarok follows her watching cautiously. They walk through the long hallway, as the smell of cleaning products floats on the air. They soon reach the lab, and she motions for Ragnarok to the metal table in front of them.

Rene: Alright lets see how everything is going.

Ragnarok lies down. He takes a deep breath. She turns to a table where needles lay and walks toward Ragnarok.

Rene: Take your shirt off. I need to draw a little bit of blood.

He sits up removing his shirt exposing large corded and scarred muscles of endless training and combat. Rene stares a moment and blushes as she runs her slender fingers along his arm trying to find a vein. The veins visible from his rigorous workout and weight training. She soon sticks him and takes enough to fill a vile. She soon stops the bleeding and walks back to the counter and takes a small amount out and places it under a microscope.

Rene: My father tried to do what I did on another and it didn't turn out so well.... But you... You are perfect, flawless. I did something that he didn't.

Ragnarok: Through suffering we thrive.

Rene: You are an amazing man. Your body took to the other DNA's perfectly. Your body hasn't rejected any of them. Now... Why don't you go and see what you can do in the forest? There are more than wild animals out there. My father released some of his creations out there.... Be careful.

Ragnrok: I will return in a few hours.

Rene: I will wait here then.

Ragnarok stands leaving his shirt off and readies himself for he hunt. Rene watches him leave, as she walks to the massive windows that over looked the forest below as the trees seem to move on their own.

Rene: Ragnarok has his work cut out for him out there... He has no weapons, only his bare hands. I have to admire that. You know it as me thinking about Genocide. The match is a once a year deal and only one can walk away with the Pinnacle Title. I plan on working my way to the top and getting my hands on what I want... But first I have to get through a lot of other people. Lets see where do I begin? I know with the one group that have been in a pain our side since we have come into the company. Thug Revolution! You see we have managed to get wins over you, just not as many I would like to have. But this is my chance to get what I want. Fathi, Brian, Tyler, Mia, Frostbite and whoever else has decided to join with you, you have no one to help you. You see its everyone for themselves in this one. I know my sisters won't be able to help me, but we all take great joy in putting each and everyone of you over the top and see which one of us will make it to the end.

She smiles as she continues to look down at the trees below. She sees Ragnarok running along one of the trails with a shadow following behind him.

Rene: The Fallen... Another group that seems to be just like us, but yet something different, and Necra has a problem with us. Why is that? Or is it Denise that seems to have a problem with Jennifer and the rest. Denise you are a former Siren's Champion, and you lost to a woman that took everything from you. I have to admit it is funny. I mean if I had a man like Ambros I would have done everything to keep him at my side, but you didn't. You have failed your family more than once. You failed Ambros more than once. Tell me what are you going to do in the middle of the ring when you have to stand alone and ace off against the whole of the so called Apocalypse and everyone else that stands in your way to get to the top? I'm going to take full advantage of this situation and put all of you over the top and walk away with what I have been after since I walked into this company.

She heads out of the large lab and heads back down the long empty hallway. She soon reaches the elevator and presses the button watching the numbers come up.

Rene: The Forsaken have yet to try and take my sisters and I out, which is a very smart idea. They only hold one title but that will soon change. Anna thinks she has an advantage but she has a bullseye on her back in more ways than one, and her hulking lummox of a zombie isn't going to help her much in the long run. Even I can see that. You hide behind the others, and only show when you have the zombie with you. If you didn't have him at the last show you wouldn't have had anything in your hands right now. Trust me when you step into the ring with someone like me you will not stand a chance against me.

The doors soon open and she steps inside, and the doors close in front of her. The doors soon open and she steps out to another long hallway. her high heeled shoes click along the polished floor as she moves along quickly. She soon reaches a row of high windows that seemed to be one way glass letting someone look in but not out. She sees a row of tall tubes, and tanks. A strange smile forms on her lips as she looks through the window. She walks into the massive room with the smell of different chemicals that had been used in the strange tubes and tanks that lined the room. She walks to one of the tanks as a giant red eye opens. She smiles as she puts her hand to the glass before walking away.

Rene: Jennifer has said that you are a wonderful person Avery, and I'm sure you are but this match isn't about team work. No, this is a match where only one can walk away with the Pinnacle Title in hand. You've held titles and now it's my turn. I will be the last one left standing, no matter what I have to do to get there. To my sisters in the Convent we are together in spirit but in this match we are all on our own. Only one of us can walk away with it, but whoever it is we will bring honor back to that title.

Rene walks past another tank and comes to a stop in front of a large tube with a large figure floating inside.

Rene: I know there are many more that are involved in this match, but there are so many that I don't want to waste my time on. Most of them are beneath me, and will fall quickly as they come into the ring. I just hope the rest of you know what you are getting into when you step into the ring. This is the beginning of the end for so many of you. See you soon.

Rene watches the figure in the tank and smiles as the eyes open.

Rene: Hello Flux...

The man called Flux seems to smirk in the tank as Rene's eyes seem to sparkle as she looks at him, as the scene fades to black.

[Dean Tyler]

The first scene is seen taking place inside of a arena in crazy cold Cincinnati, Ohio where there was a house show seen going on. In the ring are two wrestler's. One of them was a dark black haired guy. The other person who was seen wrestling in the very same ring is Cincinnati, Ohio's hometown man himself, "Dangerous" Dean Tyler. At the end, it was the other wrestler who got the win over Dean. He was seen walking to the back and straight to his locker room. About a good ten minutes later, a note was seen being slipped underneath his locker room door. He got all shades of curious so he carefully got up from the chair that he was seen sitting on and go get the note so he can read it. In the note, the following words was seen on the note

Dear Mr. Tyler:

I was noticing that you wasn't that happy wrestling in that match. Your heart looked like it wasn't there. I have been watching you on my TV at home. Let me refer you to a great fed that will give you the opportunity to showcase your inner talent that's wanting to come out. Come to a fed called Neo Championship Wrestling and sign up. It could be the best decision of your life. I hope that you will join. See you soon.

Signed: Necra Octavian Kane(Superstar at NCW)

Damn, she was so very much right! He hasn't been happy about wrestling as of lately. He went to get his bags and left the arena to go straight to the NCW fed to go sign the contract. He needed to be happy and he's hoping that NCW will be the right place..

The next day, he arrived at the NCW Headquarters to sign the contract. He shook the owner's right hand and he left her office smiling. When he walked on out of the owner's office, he noticed that Miss Kane was seen walking on by. He stopped and thanked the lady for not only pointing him in the right fed direction but also noticing that he wasn't happy. She nodded her head and they went on their separate ways. He was asked to start wrestling in a few house shows. He happily smiled and said that he was on his way. The second scene was seen ending as he was seen leaving the headquarters and going to his very first house show.

About a good few days later, he was seen going into the Genocide pay per view feeling very much better. After he signed up to wrestle at NCW, he made his debut and he won his very first two house shows matches. Right after that, he went onto winning his next two house shows matches. My gosh, Necra was so very much right. Dean's attitude changed for the way better and he has her to thank. He was seen walking inside of his locker room feeling great. He was making his pay per view debut in a very much big battle royal to see who would be the new World Heavyweight Champion. He also realized that there was other sweet prizes to win too. He took a few sips from his water bottle and breathed a sigh of relief. He decided to speak his mind about the match so he said right into the nearest camera with a great smile on his face

"Dangerous" Dean Tyler: Well, hello there NCW universe! My name is Dean Tyler and I am going to be making my debut in the pay per view. I'm so glad to be here, thanks to Miss Necra Octavian Kane who told me about this incredible fed. I do have respect towards you. You are a trailblazer and a great wrestler. Let's see who is in this match, shall we?

He was seen pulling out a piece of paper showing who was good to be wrestling in this very much big battle royal. He said right back

"Dangerous" Dean Tyler: First off, to Chad Chaos, Blaze Havoc, and Lexi Havoc: The Cult of Villians. You three are badasses. You three like to create havoc and Chaos? So do I? Don't get angry if I throw any of you three over the top rope. I mean, there's a very big prize that is at stake here. There may be other sweet prizes to try to go after too. To the Forsaken stable, your sizes sure don't scare me at all. I have dealt with your type before. Diamond Rose, your chances of winning will be crushed at my hands as your precious diamond will turn to rust. Michael Maddox, you call yourself "The Ladies Man"? Well, After you get eliminated, I be glad to have ALL of the ladies be getting ready to be calling me their sexy daddy! Adam Gatner, I will be so happy to hear you whimper and cry like the bitch that you are! Your mind will not be in the match as you will have your precious girlfriend Maria Reyes on your mind. She is nothing but a distraction and that will be my opportunity to throw you over the top rope. Charlie Feigel, you call yourself "The HardKore Icon"? You are nothing but a really old relic who had your family give you anything that you wanted, you Rich boy! You are simply pathetic! To CJ Von Erich, the only Von Erich family members that I have respect towards to is Kevin, Ross and Marshall. You should have been adopted by another family. To Miss Jennifer Enigma, you are quite a mystery. You call yourself " The Dark Mistress"? Your "voodoo magic" tricks will not work on me, princess! I can be really dark too. To Lana Enigma, you will suffer the same fate as Jennifer. Tsk! Tsk! To Leon Dred, Halloween is way more over. I'll be sucking out any life that you have, put a garlic necklace around your neck, douse you with Holy water, put you in the harshest strong lights and watch you die. You will be like a flopping fish trying to gasp your last breath. This is not Queen of the Damned, Bram Stoker's Dracula and The Lost Boys!! This is NCW. To Cletus and Deliah, you strong smells will cause anyone to hold their noses. Why don't you both do all of us a favor. Don't get in this match and sleep out in the streets. To anyone that I haven't mentioned, it's either that you are brand new to me or if I have time, I try to mention you later. I'm mad, very much bad and strongly dangerous to know. See you trolls in the ring!

He evily smiled and heavily laughed at the same time. He decided to watch some TV in his locker room to pass the time.

[enforcer]

*Flashback*

August 10,2000

::A twenty two year old Enforcer is walking out of the trainer’s room of the Pepsi Arena in Albany, New York. As he shuts the door behind him Enforcer’s nose is relieved not to have to no longer smell the odor of that comes with being in a training room. Enforcer just had his wrists and ankles taped up. Enforcer’s hair is slicked back, he is wearing a black and white No Fear T-shirt, a pair of black shorts that is over his wrestling trunks. His knee pads are down around his ankles and his wrestling boots aren’t tied up yet. Enforcer is walking by the catering position and walks through the gorilla position. Enforcer walks through the curtains to see the ring crew making sure the ring is set up properly, the lights are being adjusted, and some road agents talking to wrestlers down by the ring. Enforcer stands at the top of the entrance way when he feels nudge on his right shoulder and a male voice.::


Male Voice:Nervous about tonight?


::Enforcer looks to his right to see Old School Wrestling owner, Charlie Feigel, standing next to him.::


Enforcer:If one is not nervous about something  that they claim to be passionate about or lively hood than they are doing the wrong thing. Most aren’t lucky enough to do what they are passionate about to put food on the table. We just might be lucky ones, Charlie.

Charlie Feigel:I remind myself of how lucky I am every morning.


Enforcer:Good but to answer your question, yes I am a bit nervous.


Charlie Feigel: Even though you have found early success in your young  career. Winning championships and rookie of the year back in ‘97 you’ve shown the world that you are ascending to the top of the business. Just keep doing what you are doing and this won’t be your last big time match up.


Enforcer:Thanks, Charlie. I appreciate that.


Charlie Feigel:Just calling it like I see it.


::Enforcer and Charlie stand there quietly for a moment::


Enforcer:I got to admit, Charlie you have been put a hell of a promotion together.


Charlie Fiegel:Thanks. Honestly I wasn’t sure about coming in on this venture but it turns out I have really come to enjoy the behind the scenes work I have been doing. Who knows? After my in ring days are behind me I can see myself becoming a full time promoter and possibly helping training the next generation.


Enforcer:Already thinking about your post in ring days?


Charlie Feigel:I am already six years into the game and you have seen my matches, right? They get a bit bloody. I want to have my name up their with the likes of Mick Foley, Terry Funk, and the Sheik. You should start thinking about your life after your in ring days are over. Do you honestly see us still competing in 2020?


Enforcer:Excellent point, Charlie. Anyway, I better to continue getting ready for tonight.


Charlie Fiegel:Good luck.


Enforcer:Thanks, man.


::Enforcer turns and walks back through the curtains.::


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Present Day

*Scene*

Enforcer is sitting on the edge of his bed in deep thought in the master bedroom of his Central Park West home. He has bruises, cuts, bandages all over his body from his Junkyard Brawl match. There is an open luggage on the bed, next to a duffel bag that is closed up. Enforcer’s cell phone, sunglasses, black and Beats By Dre headphones are on top of the duffel bag. Enforcer hears his son, Ian in his bedroom playing a video game with his friends who are playing from their homes. Enforcer’s wife, Justice Orton-Cross walks into the master bedroom wearing light gray Lulu Lemon leggings, a white lulu lemon tank, and black sports bra. Justice walks up to Enforcer. Enforcer notices her purple toe nails and he looks up at her. Enforcer smiles at Justice who than sits on Enforcer’s lap.::


Justice Orton-Cross:You nervous about this rumble match coming up in a couple weeks?


Enforcer:A bit. It is the whole damn roster that will be involved and it is for the Pinnacle title. Plus this will be the first battle royal match I will have been in since returning to the ring last winter. But I know I am going to be ready.


Justice Orton-Cross:That’s right, babe. You got this.


::Enforcer smiles as he kisses Justice on the forehead. Enforcer and Justice stand up::


Enforcer:Have I ever told you that you are the best?


Justice Orton-Cross:I never mind hearing it again.


::Enforcer picks up his cell phone and looks at the time.::


Enforcer:I should be going soon. I want to fly out and check on Isabella out in California before I head back on to the road.


Justice Orton-Cross:How did this happen, Anthony? This was supposed to be the time where it was all about us. Izzy is in college, Ian is becoming more independent each day, and we both decided to walk away from the ring a few years back. Now you are in NCW,SEE,AXW, UWL, TAW,XIWA. Weren’t you the one that was looking forward to retiring most of all?


Enforcer:You bring up some excellent points, Justice and you are not wrong. I just had to do one more run, babe. You saw what happen each time Vin and I tried to go back into the ring. Complicated was an understatement. Going back alone and my own terms was something I should have done from the start. Other than having you by my side as we walk that aisle together. That would be perfect if you want to come back with me?


Justice Orton-Cross:Thank you for the offer but I am quite content with my career.



Enforcer:You are breaking my heart.


Justice Orton-Cross:Get use to it because after this is all said and done you owe me big time for allowing you to go back into the ring.


Enforcer:You allowed me?


Justice Orton-Cross:Damn right I did.


Enforcer:You may have a point.


Justice Orton-Cross:We all know I do. You may be the greatest person to ever live but just remember who El Jefe is.


Enforcer:Remember who El Jefe is? But I do remember who is in charge and I when I walk from the ring for the last time I will make sure to make it up to you for allowing me to go outside and play.


Justice Orton Cross:You damn right you will. You can start by agreeing to have the kitchen, my closet, and bathrooms remodeled in the California home.


Enforcer:You’ll have to check with El Jefe.


Justice Orton-Cross:Excellent point. El Jefe agrees with me.


Enforcer:Shocker.


Justice Orton-Cross:I know, right? Finish packing so you can see your daughter before heading back out on the road.


::Justice and Enforcer give each other a peck on the lips. Justice turns around and walks out of the bedroom. Enforcer turns around and looks at his bags.::


Enforcer:Am I forgetting anything? I……. don’t…… think…….so……..Oh wait, that’s right.



::Enforcer walks over and opens the balcony door. Enforcer walks on to the balcony and grabs the NCW Bloody Hardcore title belt off the railing of the balcony. Enforcer turns around and walks back into the house, shutting the door behind him.::


Enforcer:Dammit, I keep forgetting this thing. Hey everyone look at me. I am the NCW Bloody Hardcore champion. I am back in the championship scene once again.


::Enforcer tosses the belt on to the feet of his bed.::


Enforcer:Just like that I have championship gold in my possession. But can you really be surprised? Now, that I have solidified here in the NCW I can now turn my attentions to what I really want. What I really want should be pretty obvious to all the cretinous humanoids. It is what we are all here in the NCW for. In that regard I am no different to the talentless hacks that job for the real stars of this business. That is where the similarities end. Unlike the eight to five lifers who have to beg for a job to pay their bills. I actually get recruited. That is right, shortly after I signed with NCW I get this text message from out of the blue from someone who I had never met but only just heard of. I got recruited to join Thug Revolution by none other than Fathi. Yet that never came to pass. Not because I don’t have the talent or they didn’t want me. It never came to pass because I got a better offer. You see, in the profile of the Genocide Rumble participants it was said my only weakness is that I am going into the match alone. That couldn’t be more wrong I am not alone.


::Enforcer reaches over and grabs his phone from his night stand. Enforcer smiles as he goes through his phone::


Enforcer:Don’t worry, don’t worry I am just calling someone on Facetime. I am not leaving you people just yet, you lucky bastards.


Woman’s Voice: You rang?


Enforcer:Why yes I did. I thought we should make this announcement together.


Woman’s voice:Yes, we should.


::Enforcer turns his phone towards the camera to reveal Jennifer Enigma.::


Jennifer Enigma:(Who has a devilish smile on her face) Hello world. That is correct. Our current NCW Bloody Hardcore Champion is now a part of The Covenant. Everyone can now rejoice that Thug Revolution has been left out in the cold holding their balls once again. Thug Revolution you guys are always a day behind and a few cents short when it comes to keeping up with us.


Enforcer:Thank you Jennifer for helping me make this ground breaking announcement.


::Enforcer hangs up his phone and sets it back down on his night stand.::


Enforcer:For those of you who are shocked and didn’t see this coming, you really should smarten up. It is all clear as day as to why I have aligned myself with the Covenant. Michael Maddox was or is married to Madison Orton. He is the father of Lexie and Thea Maddox. As you all know I am married to Justice Orton-Cross. Madison’s sister. Which makes me Thea and Lexie’s uncle. We have known each other personally for years. We have seen each other’s kids grow up. As you can all clearly see I am not a man without a country. Where I live is a super power and nothing will stop me from getting what I want. I am by no means satisfied with just being the Bloody Hardcore champion. You see, I know I can win a fight. I can do that anytime I want to who ever the hell I want. What I am is a professional wrestler. I am not the Hardkore Icon for a reason. Going all Marty Janetty and going sailing through a glass window doesn’t sound like fun to me. Making snow angels in thumbtacks doesn’t sound appealing to me. Base jumping off a 20 foot high cage landing on tables and concrete isn’t the way I want to spend my time. I want to step into the ring, kick your ass, win a lot of championships, and make even more money. While the world was rejoicing that I am a champion again , all I thought was “meh,whatever”. I will make my way through the rankings. I will have my eyes on the Eternity and Pride of the People titles. Phoenix Halliwell, I am sure you will have your hands full with the return of Frostbite. If you some how against all odds get by Frostbite than you’ll have to deal with me. But Hex Girl, that championship around your waist. I have my eye on. I don’t see anyone else clamoring to the front of the line to face you. Let me known Hex Girl, champion to champion. I am coming for you simply because I have never denied the fact of how greedy I am. I want it all. That includes your championship, Hex Girl.


::Enforcer walks over to his balcony door and opens it. Enforcer walks out on to the balcony. Enforcer takes a moment and looks out at New York City.::


Enforcer:Now to turn my attentions to this huge battle royal match coming up. This battle royal is to crown the NCW Pinnacle Champion. Tyler Cross, I feel for you. To defend your newly won title in this format is a bitch but it is the price you pay for being the man at the top of the mountain and get to carry that championship belt around. Obviously there is a plethora of great competitors in this match. Now I can stand here and talk about every single competitor in this match but that would take a long ass time. Let’s face it, while all of you would be thrilled to listen to me talk for hours upon hours but I don’t have the time nor energy for that. Needless to say there are some serious threats in this match. From Necra, Enigma, Michael Maddox, Charlie Feigel, Frostbite all the way to the bottom of the barrel where we find people like AJ Flare, Cletus The Bum, and Rockin Luna…… What the hell?!?! Someone let you into their promotion? Robin, man it’s going to be fun whooping your ass again but I digress. From the top to the bottom of the roster I have to go full blown The Rock on each of you and say just bring it. Just be thankful that I didn’t go through everyone’s catch phrase like he did. Underestimate me if you must but I am still all dominant and still the greatest person to ever live.


::The screen fades to black as Enforcer walks back into his apartment::

[Dario Arturo Cortez]

Is this thing on..

we hear these words from a voice.

you have to take the lens cap off stupid.give me that.

says another voice. We then finally see our scene open as the camera man turns around and shows a ncw camera van that's parked in the parking lot of the Richmond Coliseum in Richmond Virginia.

is he coming or not. it's cold out here

look. your the driver and i'm the camera man. he said he'd be here..besides it's not that cold. it's in teh 70's so suck it up, jeez.

keep that kind of talk up and your ass will be left here.

please i'll just call a lyft or an uber.

wait.. i see something or someone.

don't tell me..

we see someone in a Green hoodie, it's zipped up. on the right side right above the heart we see the words Dario which is on the top Arturo which is in the middle and Cortez right underneath it. almost like he is wearing a badge. we see a white check mark revealing that the black running pants are nike running pants and some green shoes who's logo cannot be seen right now.

he's running all the way here? damn. i wonder where he started from to get here.

Dario makes his way to the ncw camera man and driver. he nods to them as he arrives.

I hope that i did not keep you here for long.

no not really. just long enough for someone here to complain about the weather.

hey, i'm from the south. i am a warm blooded man.

A confused look comes off dario's face.

anyway. it's no secret that i train for my matches. so with this one being a ninety person rumble match. well this is a good way to do so * he sighs* not that this is the only training that i have done. .give me a moment to catch..my breath. i will begin with showing some respect to our new bloody hardcore champion..

yeah about that.

what?

come in the van. you should see this first.

Dario enters the van. they show him enforcers promo. dario says nothing as he watches enforcers promo. after it's over, he lets out a long sigh and a head shake. Well that was disappointing. give me a moment.

Say after your promo's over, do you need a ride?

..umm no. i appreciate it..i will just call an uber or something..i will nod when i am done..let us get this promo underway shall we.

he then nods and looks straight into the camera

Enforcer * he sighs * what can i say..i was going to start my promo here by congratulating you on your win and saying a nice thing or two, even giving a bit of respect on my part..and that does not come easy. but after what i just saw, on one side it makes sense i mean you are an uncle to the other members of the covenant. you can say to yourself and maybe even in your next promo that you do not care about receiving any kind of respect from someone that you beat, but the thing about respect is that, it's rarely freely given, but once it is lost it is at the very least very hard to get back.

Here you are the bloody hardcore champion, someone who can give just as much as he can take. but now a question about our hardcore champion has emerged, in my view anyhow. who knows if others will share this view, but will our hardcore champion be hiding behind the covenant? i am sure that he will say that he is not. after all, who wouldn't, right? It is said that timing is everything and you did CHOOSE to reveal this BEFORE our rumble. So despite being an uncle to some of your stable mates in this stable will you simply be apart of them or use them as a stepping stone? I have to admit that i am disappointed. i am willing to wager that you do not care in my opinion of you.but something that you said did catch my attention. you said, underestimate me if you must but i am still dominant and still the greatest person to ever live.. Really? it is true that you have a title around your waist though let's be real you had help with the weapons you used.i did also of course. you have not had many matches, yet you call yourself dominant and still the greatest person to ever live? be careful or avery may say that you have your head up your own ass,

and to think people think that i am arrogant..

he smirks

Tyler Cross..it must as they say, suck to be you. You have to defend your title against 89 other people and in a over the top rumble..you don't have to be pinned, submitted ..nothing but simply being tossed over a wrestling ring and if both of your feet touch the floor. you are no longer champion. the championship that you scratched and clawed to get can now be lost by as i just said tossed over a wresting ring and it is over. i would not want to be you right now. the only thing that could save you is IF you were the last entrant in the match. but even then that is no guarantee that you will win. Some people may or may not say which entrant that they are on tv..however i can with certainty say that i am not the last entrant. nor am i the first.

he grins

As most everyone here knows, i am a fighter and this is going to as they say, be one hell of a fight. what will help aid is a bit of luck, timing and stamina. I will not say that i will win as i cannot see the future and anyone that does say so could become sadly mistaken and be called a liar if they do not win. and though i have much stamina..this will be a huge test and i intend to ace it. and typically in a match the second place finisher or runner up receives nothing.

he then pauses to take off the top of his hoodie and he unzips the rest his hoodie. as it is all the way unzipped we see that he is not wearing a shirt of any kind underneath. the one thing that other than his chest and abs looking to be in top form showing he is no slouch with no bumps. no visible bruises from the bloody hardcore title match that he was in. we see his sweat both from his body and his forehead. he wipes as much of the sweat he has on his forehead off. followed by him taking his hands and throwing his sweat aside trying not to hit the driver who is just standing there and the camera man.

sorry if i got some of my sweat on to you guys..anyways as i was saying, second place usually receives nothing. but in this case the first runner up receives, a title shot at the Pinnacle title at the following pay per view. 2nd and 3rd runner up get a tag team title shot at the next pay per view.. well i hope not to finish there as i do not have a tag team partner unlike a certain person just revealed that he would have more than one person to help win that tag team title with. * he taps his first finger on his chin* though it would be entertaining to see who would tag team with me for those tag team titles being that i have no one in my corner. 4th gets a shot at the eternity championship.

5th wins you a siren championship shot which the the women's title.though i wonder what would happen if that person who comes in 5th is a male. would he be disqualified ? 6th gets a shot at the Bad ass mother fucker or b.a.m.f. title.i never thought that i would hear a title with that name on it..moving on.7th gets a shot a shot at the bloody hardcore title and finally if you finish in 8th place you receive a shot at the pride of the people title. WOW. that is very generous from a wrestling company..phew.

he then starts to clear his throat. after some seconds he continues.

i should have brought some water with me..so you'll excuse me if my voice from here on out sounds horse. * he then coughs* let's see whose next.

"Dangerous" Dean Tyler. you did not have much to say, then again this will be your first match in this company. so it is to be expected. however i will not over look you or speak ill about you. maybe down the line, but not right now. although it would be something to see someone in their first match win the pinnacle championship. you may last long and although i cannot see the future i see you coming in and winning the top belt in ncw highly unlikely.

he coughs then continues

Avery, avery...you said that, and i quote, "Dario you have your head up your own ass, and haven't really managed to do anything to impress me" really? i believe you just said that due to the fact that i am still new to ncw and you are not. you don't really have much to say. so you just decided to use my, well let's face it, arrogance. am i yes. then again so is everyone else here. so that's a bit par for the course. then again that is the optimist in me talking. i believe i did well in the bloody hardcore title match. and yes i am very aware that i came oh so close to winning it. but i do not care about your comments. i was also unaware that you were even looking my way. is it because i am new here or..maybe i have caught your eye in another way. oh, i am sure you will say no to that in front of your husband. he he.but PLEASE for the love of not just myself but everyone else in this match,will you please just..get to your promo about whoever it is that you are in the ring against..please. we do not watch your promos to hear your long conversations with others. please. i mean i almost fell asleep watching you converse over and over. and that person was not even your tag team partner that you were talking to.

he coughs again

Rene, who is part of the stable called The Convent. despite much like avery going back and fourth in a conversation with someone that someone being ragnarok did not actually say much which actually kept your promo shorter and less boring that hers. although the only people that you mention are all part of a stable. sure what you said about avery was actually longer than anyone else. i mean far be it for me to out right question anyone's intentions of what they seek from this match. i mean we all know what the winner gets. but you didn't bother saying anything other than avery and the other people in stables, which you did not bother saying much about each member. soo is that all your in this match for? to simply beat on and beat down on those who are in stables? if your heart if your determination is lacking then you will not last long in this sort of match. i should not feel the need to say this, yet i due to your promo i do..in this kind of match you must not have tunnel vision but your head on a swivel my dear. i know that others know this. most do. but do you?

Chad Chaos. i look forward to perhaps  being the one who tosses you over the top rope and eliminating you. it will be another win for myself and another loss for you to me. but if i am not that man, then that is fine as well.moving on.

to all of the forsaken members one to seven. you as a group might last long as most of your members look as though they have been working out.they might even win a one of those body championships.but i do not believe that you will win. now my voice is getting very horse. so i cannot talk about every one else at this moment. but rest assured, i do not take it for granted that i will win. nor will i underestimate anyone in this match as it's so easy with help from your number and perhaps even a bit of luck to win this match. i am very excited for this match. to everyone i say let us make this match that our fans will remember.

he turns to cough when he turns his head back he nods at the camera man and cough's yet again.

end.

[Uh Oh]

The Mystery Entrant is Here....

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[Lexi and Blaze Havoc]

Mia Brook Thugs Revolution Genocide RP 

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[Allura Desmonds]

Act 1: Time to Face the Boss


"I don't fear a mere man or woman, but to face the one that truly controls death, is scary."



The scene opens on the beautiful city of Las Vegas. The late afternoon sun had started to fade from the sky once again, but the heat still lingered and bounced back off of the streets. The sound o slot machines that stood out front of some of the hotels echoed through the city mixing with the sounds of the traffic that moved along the crowded streets. The smell from the local restaurants and the buffets that could be found at every Casino seemed to mi with the burnt gasoline and diesel from the cars and trucks that moved along the strip. The lights from the city were dulled against the bright afternoon sun as the camera moves along the streets and soon we see the Gold and Silver Pawn Shop had a line that wound from the door and around the corner, before moving down the street with people waiting to get inside. The camera moves over the old neon sign graveyard where the old signs came to die before heading off along the long stretch of road that lead out into the desert. Soon a lone road is seen and lead toward what appeared to be an old ghost town, that was now called the Oasis. The buildings had been decorated for the Holidays with blue and golden lights, while boughs of holly and pine laid along the railings and windows. The road that lead to the main house was dusty, and lined with what looked like rope lights, as if to light the way in the darkness of the desert nights. In the middle of the small courtyard sat a tall evergreen tree decorated with the same colored lights and golden decorations. The camera moves to the main house with golden lights hanging from the upper balcony that ran around the house. The doors on the balcony are open letting the late afternoon breeze move through the room, where we see Necra pacing the floor with Ex, and Sothren sitting on the bed.

Soth: I don't see what the big deal is. I mean they have a backup for when you can't be down there.

Necra: When I'm called I have to go.

Ex: When Johnny locked you in there, your phone was going crazy.

Necra: Oh I know. After 20 minutes or so it went quiet. And that's not good. I haven't been tapped since.

Soth: Maybe Charon figured you needed a break.

Necra shakes her head.

Necra: It doesn't work that way. I know I'll have to go and see HER.

Ex: She's not that bad is she?

Necra: Well... She's different.

Soth: Different isn't the word. She is not what I thought she would be.

Necra: Yeah... I better get going.

Necra walks out of the room, and heads down the stairs, and out the front door. The late afternoon sun had started to lower closer to the ground and was getting ready to set for the night once again. She takes a deep breath and starts to head toward a large field where what appears to be a small building that seemed almost out of place. She opens the door and reveals a set of steps leading down. Small lanterns hang from hooks along the walls as she walks down the stone steps.

Necra: I know what you're thinking... Why are you celebrating Christmas? It's simple Christmas was a Pagan holiday long before the Christians ever claimed it. Plus my father said its like a kick in the teeth to the Christians, and I love the colors this time of year. The cocoa, the cinnamon, apple cider... You know the usual stuff. But the only thing that bothers me is the fact that death doesn't stop even during the holidays. That's what makes it difficult on me. And now... I have to face the one person that I really don't want to face...

She continues down the stairs winding further and further down under the ground.

Necra: The funny thing is that I am not afraid of what is coming in the Genocide match. I won the title just before Genocide only to lose it. But this time, this time is going to be different. I'm going to make it all the way to the end and no one is going to stop me. Now lets look at those that are in this match... Fathi I'm surprised you haven't said anything yet. I mean I'm surprised you aren't jumping all over this considering two of your own people have already ran their mouths about how they are going to make it, and put everyone else over the top. You do realize they mean you too right? You see this isn't a team effort. This is an all out brawl and only ONE, I repeat only ONE can walk away with the Pinnacle Title. But I know what kind of response that you're going to give... It doesn't matter which one of us wins the title, as long as we have it... Do you know how many times I've heard that over the last few years that I've been in this match? This is an all out match. It doesn't matter if you are part of a group in this. What happens when it comes down to you and one of your teammates? Only one of you will be able to stand and make it to the end. I hope you realize that but knowing you and how pathetic you truly are... More than likely not.

She smiles as she continues down into the darkness.

Necra: As for Brian, you had a chance to take a title from a man that I consider a friend and one that has managed to beat Tyler Cross and you many times over. I find it funny really. I mean I figured you have somehow managed to pull off that win, but you never did. So your two title hopes were crushed in one move. What makes you think you're going to win this match? You have no idea what you are walking into for this one. I've been in the last 3 and trust me it is not easy. You already think that you're going to make it through this match without any issue. Think again! Family faces family friends face friends, and you really think you're not going to put them out? Please it's winner takes all. And from what I've seen of you, you're nothing more than a wannabe... A backpack as Johnny would put it. Just bring everything that you have into this match and see how long you last before someone tosses your sorry ass over the top.

She soon reaches the bottom of the stairs as the sound of water is heard lapping against a shoreline. The shape of a skiff is soon seen, and a tall foreboding figure dressed in a long black robe. A skeletal hand is wrapped around a pole as a set of red eyes is seen from under the hood.

Charon: There you are! Where have you been?

Necra: I was trapped... Someone had sigils placed all over my room, and I couldn't get out. Has SHE said anything?

Charon: She wants to see you.

Necra: Did she seem upset?

Charon: I couldn't tell you. She just sent the message down and it said when you got here you have to go and see her.

Necra: Lets go then.

Charon nods, as Necra steps aboard, and takes a seat at the end of the skiff. They soon pull away and move across the water to the other side. The skiff soon stops and Necra steps out, and onto the shore once again.

Charon: Here you go. Take the pathway to the left and you will reach a door. She's behind it.

Necra: Right.

Necra moves along the path and toward the strange door that seemed to appear out of nowhere. She puts her hand on the golden doorknob and turns it revealing a massive office, with a large oak desk that sat in front of her. A tall high backed chair, is turned away from her and turns slowly revealing a young woman with long black hair, and very pale skin dressed in a black t-shirt and pants with silver ankh around her neck. She smiles as the door closes behind Necra.

Necra: You wanted to see me?

Death: Did I? Oh yes. Have a seat.

A plush chair soon appears behind her and Necra sits down as Death leans forward.

Necra: If I can explain about what happened...

Death: I understand. We all have those days. How do you think I felt when I was the only one? That's why I started tapping others.

Necra: So you're not upset?

Death: No. Everyone needs time off. Take a week off and come back after the holidays refreshed and ready to go.

Necra nods smiling all the while as she gets to her feet.

Necra: Thank you.

Death: You're welcome. Now off you go. I have a few things to catch up on.

Necra nods once again and heads out the door, and back down the path that wound itself back toward the River Styx.

Necra: Mia Brooks, what can one truly say about you? Nothing really. You lost your first match in NCW and you really think that you are going to get to the top in this one? Have you ever been in something like this before? Sure it's a Battle Royale but it's one hell of a match. I've seen it at 50 people, then 60 and now it's up to 90. I have to admit it's impressive and not an easy feat to get to the end. You have big names coming at you with everything that they have, and we are ALL looking to get to the end and take the Pinnacle Title that one of your own stable mates now holds. I have to wonder how far are you willing to go to get that title? Are you willing to step on your teammate's toes to get it, or are you going to let Cross hold onto and have him hold it over you as long as he can? Or are you going to try and take it from him and push everyone else aside? I already know what I'm going to do. The number I pulled from the hat is half way decent and I plan on taking everyone out around me. And that includes you and the rest of the Thug Revolution.

She soon reaches the river, and looks across seeing Charon moving slowly across once again.

Necra: Darius, Danny Darko, Dorian... Whatever the hell your name is I don't know who in the hell you think you are but I have to say that you remind me of someone else that tried to make it through this match by saying that he was the best. He ended up losing everything and when he went for the gold in one of the last Genocide's he was beaten out. He was full of himself as well, and had his head so far up his own ass he couldn't see what was coming. I can see what's coming for you, and you're not going to make it to the top with the way you are. Everything is left to chance but we all know that only one of us can walk away with the title, but it's not going to be you.

Charon soon reaches the other side, and Necra steps aboard the skiff once again as they head back to the other side. Time passes and they soon reach the other side. Necra steps out, and turns back to Charon.

Charon: Enjoy your time off.

Necra: Are you sure you don't need me?

Charon: Don't worry about your replacement. She can handle it.

Necra: I know. I'll be back in a few days.

She walks off heading toward the long flight of stairs that lead back to the surface. The sandals that adorned her feet, clicked on the stone steps as she continues along the stairs.

Necra: Enforcer, Anna, congrats on your wins. But I wouldn't get to comfortable. You see those titles always seem to change hands very quickly and I know that Denise will be coming after you Anna and so am I. You have done something very stupid, and pushed and pushed and now, no matter who puts you out will take joy in it. Enforcer, I think I've seen you in another company but I'm not sure. I have to say I'm impressed that you pulled off that win and took that title. But you have a huge target on your back, and I'll be aiming for you along with everyone else. Tyler Cross you do realize that no one has ever walked out of this match with that title right? You might prove us all wrong but I somehow doubt that. It's not an easy match and it never will be. You have 89 other people gunning for you and that's not an easy feat to survive. I hope you know what you are getting into.

She continues up the stairs and soon reaches the door once again. She places her hand on the doorknob and smiles.

Necra: To the others that I have either forgotten or just don't really have anything to say to, just know that it doesn't matter whatever your number is you will be tossed out over the top and to the floor below. There can be only one left standing in the middle of the ring in the end, and I plan on being the only one when all is said and done. This is my time to shine and I will bring back glory to the Pinnacle Title and show the rest of the locker room what a true champion looks like. I am the Goddess of Death, The Queen of the Dead, The Lady in Black, The Reaper of Souls, The Angel of Death, the Child of Heaven and Hell! Fear me; for when you look upon me you will see your end. See you soon and good luck... You're going to need it.

She turns the doorknob as the sound of crickets and a coyote howling is heard as the sun finally sets over the horizon. She steps out into the setting sun, closing the door as the scene fades to black.

[Uh Oh]

Thayne Bell shoot

[Apocalypse]

War Council: Chapter 1, Gathering the Players Together.



The scene opens and even before it is fully in focus, the acrid smell of burning tar, wood, and other materials reaches out on the air and assails anyone within the area with a foul odour. Once the video focuses, we can see a blackened, rectangular table seemingly dripping with an ugly black substance. Eleven chairs are gathered around it. At the head of the table is something more akin to a throne. It towers over all the others; more ornate and detailed, it is made of stone and is obviously meant for the person in charge of this assembly. Moments later the door creaks as light floods the room. The new light source allows us to see the scene more clearly. We can see the backs of the chairs are marked with the names of the members of Apocalypse. As the camera pans from chair to chair, we see the
numbers representing the seven members of the Forsaken. The chairs near the head of the table have the names Anna and Lachlan engraved into them, while the chair at the far end of the table has an iron grate over the nameplate.There are small to medium pipes jutting from the walls at random. Most are torn, or broken off at jagged angles; the room has obviously seen its fair share of water, as it smells of must and mildew. If a space were capable of instilling doubt and fear, this room would be high up on the list. Even the strongest and most self-assured of people would retch and heave with nauseated bitter doubt. The first person to enter the room is Anna, closely followed by Nightbringer. She flits across the floor pulling Nightbringer with her. She swiftly dances to her seat, guiding Nightbringer to sit before laying herself over his lap and playing with the crystal necklace around his neck. Next to enter is the entire membership of the Forsaken. They are followed by Lachlan and Vargas. A few minutes pass while Lachlan and the Forsaken find their seats. Five heavily cloaked figures enter the chamber; they are wheeling the unconscious Katsa clad in a loose fitting hospital gown but it is apparent she is developing a bit of a baby bulge. . She is dressed in a black gown, with blood red trim and accents. She is on smaller versions of the machines she was on at the hospital. Anna again stands and walks toward the new members of the assembly. She slowly, lovingly runs her hand along Katsa's cheek. Anna motions to the table and the five cloaked figures lift Katsa up and place her onto it. A minute later a lithe cloaked figure enters and moves to the seat at the head of the table. The figure dances its way into the chair; once seated they remove their hood and reveal that it is Calypso. She leans forward and glares out at everyone. She clears her throat then stands again.



Calypso: So we have all gathered here because of Genocide. Not our planned infestation, and elimination of the unworthy among the N.C.W. roster, but the companies own fully sanctioned Genocide Pay Per View. They're taking around ninety bodies and putting them all into one ring. This is the kind of match that creates superstars . . . or ends lives. Our job is to ensure that every single member of our family comes out of it still breathing. There are prizes, such as the Genocide Rumble winner becomes the Pinnacle Champion, 1st runner up title shot vs. Pinnacle Champion at the following P.P.V., 2nd and 3rd runner up Tag Championship shot at the next P.P.V., 4th runner up Eternity Championship shot, 5th Siren Championship shot, 6th B.A.M.F. Championship shot, 7th Bloody Hardcore shot, 8th Pride of the People shot. Now, I know we have some guests here at this council table. I also know why they are here.



Calypso looks at the five new members, and then Nightbringer. She smiles an evil smile then returns to her focus.



Calypso: Once we have discussed the objectives heading into Genocide we will see to the business for which they have come.



Calypso goes quiet as Vargas approaches the table and leans in. He looks to each member of Apocalypse one by one.



Varags: Calypso, the job of winning this whole damned thing falls to you the LEADER of this family, the matriarch of the coming chaos. Lachlan, Your job is to be the last person eliminated. Thus putting the Pinnacle Championship match in our complete control at the following Pay Per View.



Vargas looks at Forsaken I, and II then his face gets dark.



Vargas: I, II the two of you I expect to earn that Tag Team Championship match. I know that the two of you are our best chance at a match for those Championships. I know I can trust the two of you to destroy anyone who tries to step in your way . . .



Vargas glares around the room.



Vargas: Even if it turns out to be one of our own. III, your task will be to lay claim to the chance at the Eternity Championship.



Vargas appears to calm himself some and even grins.



Vargas: Now V, VI, and VII the three of you will be working to earn the chance to face Anna for her Siren's Championship. This will put yet another match completely within our control. IV, I really want to see you gunning for the B.A.M.F. Championship. So that is your objective. That last Championship shot? I want one of our ladies to walk away with it as well.



Vargas looks at the guests gathered at the War Council table.



Vargas: Now I'm wanting this to happen and if it doesn't some of you may encounter a serious drop in status, or you may even be subject to pain and suffering. I think that Calypso would like to get things moving along.



Vargas moves back and Calypso rises from her seat and walks to the visitors.



Calypso: It is now time for us to take care of some business.

She motions to the door and as she does it opens and in comes a servant pushing a cart with a crate on it. Inside the endless black void it sat panting after leaving claw marks into the wood. Deep gouges and furrows. It fell against an unseen wall as the darkness tilts. It can hear wheels squeaking. It's ears twitch trying to listen to where prey may be. It continues to wait as the squealing of rusty metal turning grates on it's heightened ears until the deafening sound would drive a sane man made. But that is a path far too late for the creature. Madness has been it's home since it was a child. Memories of childhood try to manifest but it's programming stops such thoughts. As it stops thoughts of rational reason, and mercy. Suddenly the noise stop and the darkness is set upright once again. It waits with coiled muscles ready to pounce when suddenly. Am echoing thud as a crowbar piercing the darknes sunleashing blinding light onto the creature who narrows it's eyes against the blinding assault. As board by board is pulled away with the whining resistance of screeching nails from the darkness the creature is revealed. Damaged, demented, dirty, and disgusting... Genesis the Hound of War.



After the opening of the crate Anna after a wave from Calypso steps forward and moves to Katsa. She puts her hand to the young woman's forehead and grins.



Anna: Well, this would be serious for a normal human, however for a member of the Magi as I am this is but a simpl task. I will need a few ingredients.



She looks to Nightbringer, and hands him a list. After a few minutes Nightbringer is aback and hands Anna a bag with the items she required. She dances over to the unconscious Katsa and pulls from the bag an oil. Anna begins muttering in Latin. While she mutters she speads some of the oil over Katsa's eyes, and forehead.



Anna: Katsa, you have slept long enough child. You are to be given reason, and reign over the shadows which have tried to enslave you. You will not fear these dark passions, or their minions no longer. Their own minions, will be powerless to hurt you, or to draw you away from the cause. They will try to draw you into their chaos and madness. You will not submit to those fears, or those moments of weakness which they used to prey upon.



Her eyes open and she looks around blinking slowly. Trapped in the chaos of her own mind for months she looks dazed and confused. Combined with whatever Calypso has done to her she seems different less chaotic, energetic, and flighty. She looks around.



Katsa: What... where.... who...? What is thy bidding?



Calypso steps forward and cradles Katsa gently.



Calypso: Sweet child, we are a family. You do not serve here. You will be treated as a queen.



Calypso takes Katsa' hand and guides her off the table. Together they walk over to Anna and Nightbringer. Anna embraces her, and gives Nightbringer a look as if to say get out of the chair, which he does. Anna playfully guides Katsa into her chair and sits on the one arm holding her hand softly as the scene fades out.

[thefathi]

_{The only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision -Helen Keller}

^{{Off Camera}}



~0~

What is a vision? Many people had their own definition or way of defining it. What it all boiled down to though was the ability to think long term. It was the true difference between checkers and chess. You look beyond the immediate.

So many are focused only on the here and now. Seeing the here and now and living in the moment is fine. But, those who have no goals achieve nothing. Napoleon Hill, no not the short French guy, once said that, “it is literally true that you can succeed best and quickest by helping others to succeed.”

Fathi had a vision. It was a vision that so many did not seem to understand. Mike Maddox did not understand it. To say that most of the roster and staff in Neo Championship Wrestling did not get it would be an accurate perception based on word in the back and on camera. Hell, Fathi was not even sure how many in Thug Revolution truly understood what he was doing. But, how many wrote off Steve Jobs as nuts?

No one truly sees a visionary as a visionary until the vision has been beheld in its full glory. The vision was starting to come to fruition. But, at Genocide it will be realized. People will finally realize what it was that Fathi was talking about for so long.

He knew why they wrote him off. It was common. When someone does something innovative they are seen as crazy at first. But, how many now write off the NFL player that dedicates an entire game or an entire paycheck to someone? Yet it was considered ‘political’ to talk about the system that perpetuates poverty while preaching prosperity.

People like Mike Maddox, Jennifer Enigma and so many others on the left and right of the spectrum continue to spew this outdated concept of bootstrapping up the economic ladder. They ignore the facts given by organizations like the PEW Research Center that definitively proved that this concept, while perhaps once true, is now the exception and not the reality. They effectively make the average individual watching at home or in the stands feel like they are lesser because they did not reach the economic heights that others had. Disregarding the individual, and overall masses feelings of being held down by a system that benefits from having a mudsill is effectively dismissing the proven statistics and is nothing short of gaslighting.

Fathi did not want a legacy of being known as a great man. Fathi wanted the legacy of being known as the man that not only beat the odds but acknowledged the fraudulent system, the legacy of a man that did not see himself as better but merely fortunate. He did not want to be the champion known for his brutal matches. Rather he wanted to be the legacy of the man that made the working poor feel like THEY had someone on their side, as their champion.

At Genocide, in Richmond Virginia the world would truly behold the vision in it’s entirety. Oprah Winfrey once said, “luck is a matter of preparation meeting opportunity.” Fathi had been preparing for a match the magnitude of Genocide since arriving in NCW and before. It was the opportunity to be the poor mans champion. Luck was on the side of Fathi, no tarot cards needed to see that future.

~1~



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Fathi starts to crawl out of the car leaving Hex inside as he rolls to the ground. He starts to crawl out of the circle when hex opens the door into Fathi’s face!

Richard Tater: Hex can just walk out now!

Hex rolls down the window and dives through it catching Fathi with a tornado DDT! She then digs into her yellow bag and pulls out a stapler and grabs Fathi and puts a staple into his forehead!

Jimmy King: This match is nightmare inducing!

Fathi nails her with an elbow to the gut and grabs the stapler and puts a staple into Hex’s forehead!

David Archer: I don’t know what these two can do!

Fathi grabs a pipe wrapped in a chain from the yellow bag and nails Hex in the back of the knee and then across her back and then grinds the chain against her forehead!

Richard Tater: This is just showing how brutal Fathi is!

Hex digs into her yellow bag and pulls out a kama sickle and stabs Fathi in the hand! She then slashes him across the stomach and then drags the blade across his forehead!

Jimmy King: There has to be a limit!

Suddenly from behind Hex Girl is knocked to the ground. Forsaken VII, VI, and V come out and start stomping on Hex Girl. Fathi slowly sits up blood soaking his face. He sees he can make it out safely as Hex Girl is being pummeled.

David Archer: This is just unfair someone has to stop these Forsaken goons!

Fathi slowly uses the car to stand. He starts to walk out of the Iron Circle as Hex is being stomped and kicked. He stops and opens the back door to one of the cars and pulls out a crowbar. He walks back into the Iron Circle and nails Forsaken V!

Richard Tater: What is he doing!?! He had it won!

Fathi then nails Forsaken VI and Forsaken VII! Out runs Forsaken IV, III, and I. They charge in as he starts hammering on them. Hex Girl slowly stands and grabs a pipe and starts helping Fathi fight off the Forsaken!

Jimmy King: I think the violence they inflicted on each other has created a mutual respect for each other.

Forsaken I comes out and nails Fathi with a clothesline and then picks him up and running powerbomb tosses Fathi into a windshield!!!

David Archer: This is awful!

Hex charges Forsaken I but he ducks a swing and lifts her onto his shoulder and walks up a car to the hood and F5 OFF THE CAR ONTO THE TRUNK!!!! Hex Girl rolls off the trunk to the ground!

DING DING DING

Ariel Ross: The winner of the match and still NCW Pride of the People Champion… Hex Girl!!!

The Forsaken surround a bloodied Hex when Fathi stands and spits blood at them and taunts them to come after him. Suddenly out walks Ice Queen to try to protect Hex Girl along with Denise, Darkson, Leon Dread, and Elena. While out walks Tyler Cross, Mia Brook, and Brian Kennedy to defend Fathi. A brawl breaks out and security has to separate everyone. As the Forsaken are ushered away. Hex and Fathi shake hands out of respect before being helped back into the building.
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As the cameras leave Fathi turns and looks at Brian Kennedy.

"I want Forsaken in the wind."

Tyler looks at Brian. Brian does not look back but Brian's face stays unyielding.

"You mean..."

Fathi doesn't let him finish.

"I mean open season."

"Hunting Ground?"

Fathi snears

"On sight"

"Hunting papers?"

"Be in your locker in the hour"

As Fathi walks away Tyler looks at Brian.

"Tell me that doesn't mean what I think."

Brian nods.

"Yea, it does"

Tyler whistles

"I thought you were the only gangsta in this set."

Brian chuckles

"You got a lot to learn. Men like Fathi grew up with men like me. Crews love recruiting guys like him. He's a nice guy and he has a code but cross him and he is ruthless."

Brian and Tyler walk off. Mia follows close behind.

~2~



Fathi pushes the stop button and tosses the phone to Najmah.

"Post that shit"

"How was it?"

"It was better than the other ones."

"Yeah?"

"Look we both know that you got the strength to beat most of these women. But, part of this business is putting on a show. You got to show you are a threat. But, don't sweat it. Your next one will be better."

Najmah nods her head.

Fathi walks off and heads into the bathroom. After relieving himself he flushes the toilet. Stepping to the side Fathi washes his hands before running the water over his face. Looking up, water dripping he stares into the mirror.

So many saw the match ahead as a self legacy. It was a way of proving self worth. Fathi, though, did not need validation of his personal worth through a victory in an athletic event.

Rather he knew that true worth, true validation, was found by giving hope. Hope could only be given by inspiration. Inspiration is not found by giving money to charities anymore than having one's hand raised in victory. It was given by using a position of strength to be the voice for the voiceless and using that same position of power to corroborate the overwhelming inner feeling of undeniable financial bias created by a small handful of elites.

In prior times the platform of such men was found in churches and halls. In years gone by an accurate and appropriate stage for such an endeavor would be political office. But, the modern era is not one that gave heed to politicians giving speeches. Religious leaders speaking on practical problems and current non ethereal solutions are ignored or replaced.

NO! The masses upheld and clung to the words of the entertainers. So, it is only an entertainer that can bring awareness. That was the weight of the match ahead.

"You coming?"

Fathi turned from the mirror.

"Yeah"

He snickered to himself before heading to the bedroom. The track pants were already laid out. They were black with blue stripes by Champions. As a shirt he was going to wear a simple Hanes white tee under his black Champions zip up hoodie jacket.

Zipping up the hoodie he headed towards the front door. Najmah was already there, waiting. She was wearing a simple purple hijab tied rather than pinned with black sweatpants and a black sweatshirt under a black zip up hoodie. Fathi nodded at her.

"Got your headphones?"

Najmah lifts back her hoodie revealing a pair of white wireless earmuff headphones.

"Ready?"

Fathi nods and motions towards the door. Najmah walks out the door. Fathi follows before reaching into his pocket and grabbing the key. After locking the door he heads towards Najmah.

Najmah looks at him. The two of them stand side by side on the sidewalk. Fathi puts his headphones in. Together they start by jogging.

They begin to increase speed. He watches her. She had cost him his sons. But, he had let her come back. Everyone deserves a chance to be a better person.

This is where the middle class and upper echelon of America are unable to relate. They cannot understand what leads people down the path to do things like meth. But, Fathi understood. He didn't agree.

He had done it before. A grin crosses his face. It seemed like so long ago.



August 2004
Sandy Springs, GA

Vincent (Fathi) stared at the concrete sidewalk as he walked back towards the apartments. It had been a long shift at Taco Bell. Thankfully it was a near straight shot down Roswell Road to the apartments. Occasionally he would take the bus.

But, the bus was dangerous. It was filled with people unchecked and you were stuck in that confined space. Being outside was better. You could still get popped.

That was always a possibility when you lived in the less than advantageous part of the city. But, at least when walking you had some options. It was a particularly good day also. Tomorrow he would start school at American Intercontinental University.

Turning to his left Vincent walked down Carpenter drive towards the Park Terrace Apartments. Walking past the trees, going down the asphalt driveway he headed towards the apartment. On the outside they looked really nice. People driving by, not from the area probably wished they lived here.

Towards the back part of the apartments Vincent could see a lot of wailers. There were six squad cars and a couple black military style rvs. Most of the officers were dressed in near swat style attire. Vincent lowered his head and headed to the apartment.

Opening the door he sighed.

It was pretty quiet other than the dog. Sissy, his labrador dalmation, was gone. All that was left was Lady, a black and white ten year old Papillon. Mom was in her room with her boyfriend. Walking over to the wooden door Vincent knocked.

“Come in.”

Vincent opened the door. His mom was laying on the bed. Her boyfriend was laying next to her. There was a strange odor in the room. Vincent looked at his mom and then glanced at the boyfriend. He was barely forty and already had the Patrick Stewart crown. Of course, on Patrick Stewart it looked a bit more sophisticated. On Jesse it was just kind of sad. Trying to comb the blonde hair over the bald spot didn’t help matters any. Vincent looked back at his mom.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

She looked at him and then looked over at Jesse.

“Can you give us just a minute?”

Jesse shrugs.

“Sure”

Jesse closes the door behind him.

“What is goin’ on son?”

“Kind of nervous about tomorrow”

“You mean going to the school?”

“Yeah. I mean with everything that has happened with Barry dying from cancer, me having to drop out of college before and then us moving here. We got bills to pay.”

“Don’t worry about that.”

She smiles and looks at Vincent and then raises her eyebrows.

“I think I got something that might help.” she gets up and walks to the other side of the bed. Reaching into one of the drawers she pulls out a Ziploc bag before walking back over to Vincent.

She places the bag on the bed and opens it. Vincent is curious. He knew his mother did marijuana and frequently he partook. But, he had never seen anything like this before. It was a white powder, although it was more of a yellow white and for some reason there was a small strip of aluminum foil and a straw.

His mother took the aluminum foil and stretched it out horizontally before creasing it underneath and dropping the yellowish white powder in it. She handed Vincent the straw.

“So, I am going to put my lighter underneath this. You take the straw and put it just over but not on top of the powder and inhale the smoke.”

“Okay”

He wasn’t entirely sure what it was. But, he was working minimum wage at Taco Bell. His stepdad had been dead. He was already twenty years old and his prospects were looking low.

She took out a blue Bic lighter and lit underneath the aluminum foil. White thick smoke rose from the powder. Vincent placed the straw over the smoke and inhaled. He blew out the smoke. Again she lit the aluminum foil and again he sucked in the smoke.

By the time she stopped lighting the aluminum foil Vincent had no idea how long they had been in the room. But, he felt hyped to the core. Everything around him seemed like it was moving in slow motion. There was a sense of euphoria that he could not describe.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah I do.”

She smiled. Vincent opened the bedroom door and nodded at Jesse. Jesse got up from the sectional in the living room and headed back towards the bedroom. He stopped at the doorway and looked at Vincent and then smiled.

Vincent didn’t say a word. Rather he walked towards the back bedroom. ‘The fuck is his problem?’

Present Day

Of course, there was one slight difference to be had. He didn’t have children when he had done it. Admittedly he had done it one more time after that. But, there was not another time after that. Fathi shook his head.

‘If I can change so can she.’

He kept running while listening to the music in his headphones.

~3~



It had been a long night. Fathi walks inside and Najmah follows behind him. She closes the door behind them. Fathi takes off his coat and places it down.

“So what do you want to watch tonight?”

“Whatever…”

Fathi is baffled. He walks over towards her.

“What is your problem? You have been acting weird for like four hours now.”

“What do you think?”

He shrugs

“If I knew I wouldn’t ask”

“You going to send that kind of link to me?”

Fathi squints at Najmah. She was referring to a link he had texted her earlier. It was an educational link for couples on fellacio. It was not the first one he had sent of the sexual nature.

‘Why is she tripping like this is the first time I sent her something like that?’ he thought

“Do you think I am your whore?”

Fathi is flabbergasted.

“It wasn’t even that”

“What kind of man talks to his wife like that?” she continues “I mean really what is your problem? What kind of Muslim are you?”

He stands there stunned.

“I am done doing stuff for you. I am done cooking, cleaning…”

“Whatever Najmah. If I am so bad maybe you can start paying your own bills.”

“I will”

“Maybe you need to leave.”

“Oh it is like that. If I don’t kiss your ass I got to leave?”

Walking past her he goes to check the pizza. As he is going to check the pizza the two bump shoulders. He turns and looks at her. She looks back.

Her face twists slightly

“Don’t touch me”

“I just bumped your shoulder”

“Whatever, Fathi I know what you are doing.”

“Okay, psycho”

Fathi goes into the kitchen to check the pizza. After checking the pizza he heads back towards the back bedroom. Suddenly he sees Najmah grab her black hoodie and some shoes and her purse. Fathi just stands by the television and watches as she leaves and goes outside.

Walking over he checks to make sure his car keys are still inside. Seeing that they are still inside he goes to check the door. Seeing that the doors are unlocked he turns the knob and locks the doors. After locking the door he goes into the kitchen to check on the pizza in the oven.

Smoke is lightly filling the kitchen.

‘Really need to get some oven cleaner’ Fathi thinks to himself before he suddenly hears a pounding on the front door lock

“Seriously?! You going to lock the door?!”

He rolls his eyes and starts leaving the kitchen. Just as he is crossing the threshold Najmah comes back inside after unlocking the door with her key. Before he can do anything she rushes him and starts hitting him in the head and chest. He tries to back up but the hits keep coming.

Fathi ends up backing up to the couch. The hits keep coming. He grabs her head to try and get her in a chokehold to stop her from hitting him. But, the hits keep coming. She shoves him down to the couch.

She gets on top of him. Fathi hits her on the head and then the chest area. She keeps hitting. He shoves her so that she back up. She backs up after another blow to the head.

“Get your stuff and get out.”

Now it is Najmah who seems shocked

“Why?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“You hit me first”

Fathi just shakes his head.

“We cannot keep doing this Najmah.” he explains “We are not healthy, this is not a healthy relationship. We can’t be doing this when the boys are back.”

“That is why we are working on us.”

“No Najmah. We tried and look where it is.”

“Is that how you treat the mother of your children?”

Fathi sneered

“How much time do you need to leave?”

“I will get my stuff right now. You can take me to a shelter tonight.”

He shrugs

“Okay”

Fathi walks outside. He looks around. He tries breathing deep. Then he realizes that he really has not drank anything all day except for two energy drinks. Sighing he heads back inside the apartment to get his bottle of water from the kitchen counter.

Right foot crosses the threshold of the doorway, left foot crosses the threshold of the doorway and Fathi goes to take another step when something comes flying at him. It is a red backpack. Not far behind it is Najmah. Her eyes are wide and she rushes Fathi. He backs up.

She starts hitting him with a barrage of punches in a flurried fit. Fathi backs into the corner of the room trying to block the punches.

‘If I hit her I go to jail and where will the boys be then?’ Fathi’s mind races ‘What can I do?’

Suddenly it occurs to him.

“POLICE!”

Najmah pulls back. Her eyes droop. She looks at Fathi.

“Don’t do that. Please”

Fathi stares at her. His mouth feels funny. Reaching up, he puts his right palm to his mouth. Pulling his hand back he sees red on his palm.

“ I am bleeding”

“I’m sorry. Please Fathi”

“You need to leave. I am calling the police Najmah.”

Yanking his phone Najmah shoves him to the room. Fathi backs up and keeps pulling out his phone.

"Let go of me!"

"Stop!"

Again he tries to make a phone call. Najmah grabs at the phone. Fathi trips on the bed and falls on it. She gets on top of him.

"Someone call the police"

"Stop. Why are you lying?"

Najmah holds her hand over his mouth and then grabs his throat.

"Now stop"

"Someone call the police, please."

She presses her weight on him. Her eyes near gloss over. Najmah lets him up. She looks at him as he holds the phone.

"I am calling the police Najmah"

Tears well up in her eyes.

"No please"

"Najmah what choice do I have?"

She grabs his phone again and tries to leave the room. Fathi follows. She shows the phone to him. Felica the name says.

It was his godmother. Najmah hands the phone to Fathi.

"What is going on?"

"We started having a verbal argument. I accidentally bumped her shoulder. She went outside, and I locked the door. After she came back in she started hitting me.”

“Why are you lying?”

Najmah reaches for the phone.

“Are you going to let me talk to her?”

He walks towards the kitchen. Najmah is still grabbing for the phone. She pulls back as Fathi continues trying to explain what is going on. Both of them stop as there is a knocking at the door.

She grabs at Fathi.

“Please no, don’t open the door.”

“Let go of me”

Another knock at the door.

“I got to go. The police are here.”

Fathi hangs up the phone and goes to open the door. Two officers are standing there in full uniform. As soon as he opens the door Fathi leaves the apartment and walks away from the door. Najmah tries to follow him. But, one of the officers stops her.

The rest of the night plays out like slow motion for Fathi. The police are asking him to recall what happened. They ask if she is using. He is trying to give an accurate recollection of the events as they unfolded. They ask him to stay where he is.

As they are talking to Najmah she is begging Fathi not to get her in trouble. With everything going on Fathi has one thought continually running through his mind.

‘My mouth is so dry. Wish I could go in to get some water.’

Eventually they take out handcuffs and tell Najmah they are taking her to jail. She starts objecting and saying she is thirsty and needs to get her purse. The officers take her inside trying to get her to cooperate. Finally she is led out of the apartment in handcuffs.

Najmah tries to plead with Fathi not to do this as she is being taken to the squad car. Fathi looks down trying not to look at her. She had done so much. The kids were gone because of her meth use. She had stolen his rent money and taken his car which is why she left the last time. He had let her back and she had done all this. Yet and still part of him was sad.

Fathi could feel something swelling up inside of him. Water built up in his eyes. Gulping he tried to swallow it down. After they took her to the car he wanted to go inside but was still not sure what he was supposed to do. The two officers split up, apparently there had been two cars but Fathi had only seen the one car. Fathi walked towards the second officer.

“There is some paperwork we need to go over and I need to ask you some questions.”

“Okay, I didn’t know what I needed to do. I was just going to see if I was good to go to the bathroom”

“We just need to do a little bit more paperwork and then we will be out of your hair.”

“Okay”

Fathi walks with the officer back over towards the apartment. He asks Fathi some random yes no questions. Fathi answers them best he can. His head is swirling about the whole thing.

The officer finishes and then pulls out some paperwork.

“You are a victim of domestic abuse. Here are some phone numbers. Now a lot of them are going to say that they are for women. But, they help men too.”

Fathi nods. What was he supposed to say?

“Now I just need to get a written statement from you and we are done.”

The two of them go inside. Fathi writes out the statement on the clipboard and hands it to the officer. The officer thanks him and leaves. Fathi sits down on the couch. His head still swimming. Fathi grabs his cell phone and makes a call. A familiar voice comes on the line.

“What’s up?”

“Shit went down Brian”

“What happened?”

“Her and I got into a verbal disagreement. She came at me. I managed to get her off me. I told her this was unhealthy and we can’t have this when the boys are back. I asked how long she needed in order to leave. She told me give her a minute to get some stuff and I can take her to the shelter. I went outside, came back in to get some water and she bum rushed me and started taking off on me and long story short cops came and got her.”

“Damn man. I told you”

“I know. I thiught she could change. I guess I was just seeing what I wanted to see."

“What you got going on the next few weeks?”

“Not shit now other than getting ready for Genocide.”

“Think you can make a trip out to Baltimore?”

“Yeah, it ain’t far from Virginia. So, I could just head out there and stay there until the show.”

“Alright man rest up some and when you head out in the morning give me a ring back. You can also call me if you need to later. You are going to get those boys back now. She messed up man.”

“Thanks man.”

Fathi hangs up the phone. It was going to be hard to sleep. But, he was going to try. Turns out it was harder than he thought. About an hour later he got a phone call from one of the officers.

“Okay so there was an incident. We had to take Najmah to the hospital for heart issues. But, the DA has sanctioned an emergency protective order and said to put out a warrant for Najmah as soon as she is released from the hospital.” the officer explains. Fathi doesn’t say a word. “Now it is going to take some work to get ahold of a judge.”

“Okay”

The officer hangs up. Fathi goes to the dresser and grabs the over the counter sleeping pills. Taking out two he walks back to the bed and grabs the bottle water and tosses back the pills. Putting a movie in he lays down, the air conditioner blowing. He starts closing his eyes when the phone rings.

It was her

“Please don’t do this” she begins “You are all I have.”

“Najmah the officers were asking me if you were doing drugs before I even had the chance to say anything to them.”

“I wasn’t I swear. I have been clean.”

Fathi takes in a deep breath.

“Najmah either you are using or you are legitimately crazy. Either way we are done. It is not healthy. TALAQ!”

He hangs up the phone. Going to the screen he clicks on the three dots and then selects block. Another phone call comes in. Fathi looks at the phone. It is the officer again.

“Hello?”

“Yes I managed to get a judge who said that he could do an authorization verbally. Can you come in to sign the papers?”

“Now?”

“Yes”

“I could but I don’t think it would be safe. I just took some sleeping pills.”

“Okay I will bring it out to you”

The officer hung up. It was true. He had taken the sleeping pills. But, mostly he just didn’t want to leave the apartment.

It was maybe half an hour before the officer showed up with the papers. Fathi signed the papers including a line confirming that he was telling the truth. The officer gave him a copy and told him to contact the court the next day to set up a hearing for a continual protective order. Taking the copy Fathi thanked the officer as he closed and locked the door behind him.

Turning from the door he headed back to the room. He thought he saw something move in the corner. Snapping his head towards the direction he looked and realized there was no one and nothing there. Heading back into the room he grabbed the pack of cigarettes from the nightstand. Taking one out he lit it with the black Bic. Taking a drag he blew the smoke back out.

‘What now?’ he thought

Laying down he grabbed the DVD remote control and turned the movie back on. Anything just to drown out his own mind at this point.



{On Camera}

[Tyler Cross]

[The World had turned and another day had elapsed. Still there were people starving, dying on the streets and still the hunt for The Hangman continued. The high sun’s warmth and light emanating from it cast a beauty over an otherwise dark day in the life of the Pinnacle Champion, “The Extremist” Tyler Cross. He was saddened, it was the anniversary of his sister’s hanging at the hands of the man he has searched for ever since that fateful day, The Hangman.]

[Tyler is adorned all in black. He wears a black Armani suit, an Abercrombie & Fitch black, cashmere trenchcoat and both his socks and shoes are black. He carries an expensive looking bouquet of flowers. His head his bowed and his sombre demeanour is at odds with the beautiful January sunshine that is also at odds with the season. The flowers emit a beautiful scent of Roses and Orchids, the scent permeating the nostrils of our Champion. He had recently been crowned the elite Champion here in NCW and voted as both Pinnacle Champion of the Year and Bad-Ass Motherfucker Champion of the Year yet to look at him one would think he had nothing in the World. One would think he was still that starving, malnourished child growing up on the streets of County Mayo, Ireland. One would think the whole World weighed on his shoulders and to some degree they would be right. This day twenty-two years ago was the darkest day in his life, in his family’s life. It would lead to the suicide of the Mother and lead to an unending search for justice and retribution. It would be the catalyst to a hunt. The hunt for the man responsible for the death of his sister - The Hangman.]

[Tyler continues down the streets of Ballina, County Mayo, Ireland. He walks past a few bars and contemplates drowning his sorrows with the sweet nectar that is Powers Whiskey yet he thinks better of it. He continues past shops with his head bowed clutching the bouquet of flowers. Clouds begin to form overhead. He walks past a homeless man with a paper cup outstretched. There is the pandemic of homelessness in Ireland now and with the ever-changing weather in the Emerald Isle the problem needs a major address. Tyler reaches into his pocket and takes out a fifty euro note he places it in the cup of the beggar and says “find a room for the next few nights,” the homeless person beams with a smile and says “Thanks very much mister.” Tyler recollects to his own plight but dismisses the thought rather quickly. He continues on his way to his destination. He walks past a funeral parlour and thinks of the two times in his youth when he was there, he and his father in streams of tears; his sister’s funeral and his mother’s. He continues further down the street and crosses a bridge coming to a Church. He comments internally on the fickle general consensus of the existence of God. He thinks if there was a god, there would not be so many homeless, so many starving, so many dying on the streets here, in America, and all over the World. He was never a believer, he was never one to pander to the people but he accepted their belief. Whatever helps you sleep at night. He thinks of all the pretence that went with churchgoers, those who would sit firmly upright at the top of the Church and pray loudest and hardest of all despite the fact that they were truly sinners. They would steal, pillage and plunder. They would lie. They would not help their fellow man yet here they were acting as though they are just honest people. Tyler shakes his head and continues to the Graveyard. The sun now fully hidden behind dark clouds. The sky opened and a cascade of rain falls to the ground with its frigid intentions. Tyler pulls his trench coat closer to dilute the torrent of rain’s effect on his being. He walks through the Graveyard and eventually comes to the family plot.]

Here lies

Adele Cross – 12/03/90 – 13/1/97

And her Mother

Amanda Cross 13/06/51 – 12/8/99

May their gentle souls Rest in Peace

[Tyler places the flowers on the Grave and prays in his own fashion; speaking to his loved ones who have passed. He bows his head and sees an envelope fluttering beneath the limestone that adorns the resting place of his sister and mother. He pauses for a moment in disbelief knowing who its from but almost unable to comprehend it. He reaches down and takes up the envelope and opens it.]

Tyler,

I knew you’d come back today. You just can’t stay away, can you? I’m here watching you, waiting. The time will come when you too will feel the tightening of the noose as you take your final breath. I’m always near.

The rope is turning… it turns for you!

[Tyler looks around, into each corner of the Graveyard yet sees no one. He crumples the note in his fist and trembles with rage. He looks up into the falling rain and lets out a blood-curdling scream.]

[Some hours later]

[Tyler is now dressed in his ‘Enigmatic Entertainer’ t-shirt, one of the best-sellers on NCWShop.com and fashionably torn blue Tommy Hilfiger jeans. The back of Tyler’s t-shirt reads ‘A man not to cross’. Tyler reaches into his pocket and takes out a pack of cigarettes. He flicks the box open and with a flick of his wrist sees one cigarette tenderly extend over the edge of the box. He moves this to his lips and closes them around the butt of the cigarette. He then uses his thumb to flick the flint on his Gold Zippo lighter, the flame dancing a merry jig as the tobacco meets it. With two sharp inhalations the cigarette is lit and the dank, murky tobacco aroma flitters through the air.]

[Tyler’s home here in Ireland is in stark contrast to the plush, lavish surroundings he has in America. The floorboards are weathered and creaking. The curtains are littered with holes yet Tyler likes it here, it grounds him. He reaches forward and opens a litre bottle of Powers Whiskey. The thought of the gold liquid making his salivate almost. He holds a glass with one hand and the bottle with the other. He pours a generous serving of the Whiskey and drinks it neat. He then looks into the camera he has set up and address the 89 others he must face in order to retain his Pinnacle Championship.]

“So it comes down to this. Me versus the entire roster here in Neo Championship Wrestling. Nobody has ever retained their title in the Genocide Rumble, I guess that means I’ll have to be the first to do so. I don’t care if Thayne Bell is back. I don’t care if that moron I retired twice, Eric Herrera comes back. I will retain my Championship. I have battled for too long and too hard to let it slip away. I was voted the Pinnacle Champion and Bad-ass Motherfucker Champion of the year. This is just another challenge in my career and one I welcome. The good thing about this rumble is that Thug Revolution has a greater than most chance of walking out with the gold. It doesn’t really matter if I retain, if Fathi wins or Brian Kennedy or Mia Brook or Najmah wins. It doesn’t matter if I’m first in or last in, I know I will be last out. I have beaten the best NCW has to offer. I have beaten Gunnar Granderson, I have beaten Phoenix Halliwell, I have beaten Mike Maddox. I am the best in this ring, on this microphone, in this business. I have always accepted every challenge and I will be a fighting champion. I have battled through many trials and tribulations to get to the top and I intend on staying there.”

[Tyler quenches his cigarette and lifts up the camera. He points it away from him and scans the home in which he grew up. The windows are either broken or boarded up. The curtains torn and tattered or no longer there. The floors are stained and there is a good deal of broken glass scattered around the floor. There is graffiti on the wall and there is evidence of youths hanging out drinking. There are a number of cheap cans thrown around the ground. The cupboards have doors hanging from their hinges and there are a number of holes in the walls and on the floorboards.]

“This is where I grew up, we didn’t have a lot but my mom and dad always took pride in their home. They always kept the house clean and did their best to put food on the table. It’s a shame it has come to this. Still, I concur. I may not have had a lot but I was brought up well. I was brought up to put your all into everything you do and I have put my all, my very being, into this business. I will do the same at Genocide. I will not go down easily; I will go down swinging should I lose. I have ascended to the very top of this company and even should I somehow be eliminated from the Genocide Rumble I know will come back to the top very soon after. I was voted the best in this business by my peers, they may act like they can beat me, like I won’t retain but they know deep down I am better than them. They know deep down, despite their protestations, that this Rumble is mine to lose. I was asked to join Thug Revolution because Fathi and Brian Kennedy know what an asset I am. Not everyone gets an invitation like that, not everyone has what it takes to be a member of such a group. We are ready for Genocide and ready for the task at hand. Neo Championship Wrestling, this Rumble will be my crowning achievement, it will cement my and Thug Revolution’s legacies. It is the beginning of the end.

Time cascades…

Ticking clocks…

The Champion…

The coming…

The challenge…

Tyler Cross!”

[Fade to Black]

[Venus Mercury]

Act 1: Advice Given


When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.
Henri Nouwen

The scene opens on the beautiful city of San Fransisco. The Golden Gate Bridge could be seen towering over the crystal clear water of the harbor, and the sound of seagulls is heard coming from over head as they went in search of their next meal. Sea lions sat along the low harbor walls bsking in the late afternoon sun. The sky was a bright blue in color and the white clouds were floating over head in silence. The camera passes over the Fisherman's Wharf before passing over the rest of the downtown area and soon we are in the upper hills of the city to the older homes that loomed over the quiet streets of the city. We soon see a familiar home where Phoenix and Venus made their home. We see a black BMW pull up in front of the house and soon stops. A figure dressed in black steps out of the car and walks up the stone steps to the front door that seems to open on its own. There stood Venus with a soft smile on her face.

Venus: Come in Denise.

The camera turns and we see Denise standing in front of Venus. The once strong woman seems almost broken, and alone. She nods softly as she steps inside past Venus.

Denise: I'm sorry to come on such short notice.

Venus: It's alright. We will see what we can do for you. Come on and we'll get started.

Venus steps into the sitting room and starts to pull the heavy curtains closed and pushes a table out of the center of the room, and sits down, motioning for Denise to sit across from her. Denise does as Venus closes her eyes and her breathing steadies.

Venus: Try to relax. Slow, deep breaths. Let go of your physical shell. Reach out to grasp the threads that bind each of us to another. Every action sends ripples across space and time. Every idea must touch another mind to live. Each emotion marks another's spirit. We are all connected. Every living being united in a single glorious existence. Open yourself to the universe. Embrace eternity!”

As Venus opens her eyes they are nothing more than black pools as she looks up at Denise. The room around them fades away into nothingness and into darkness. Venus gets to her feet, as does Denise.

Denise: Where are we?

Venus: In a place that is found between the land of the awakened, and the sleeping, the lost...

Denise: Do you think we'll find him?

Venus just stares ahead as they walk. She senses in the darkness pain mixed with frustration and anger. They see a black pool of darkness on the otherside Ambros as he was. Long black hair and he is bound in a chair by dark glowing chains. He is being held captive by the Nightbringer he has become. Denise stares across at him, and turns to Venus.

Venus: He is trapped. He needs to fight against the chains. He is stronger than he thinks, and the love you have for him has been buried by the other. But you still remain. His light has dimmed.

Ambros glowers at the Nightbringer. As he fights against the chains a figure of Anna Raven Jade appears and kisses Nightbringer before strengthening the chains around Ambros. He curses and spits at her but every drop of saliva is swatted away by Nightbringer.

Venus: He is fighting but he has to regain control.

Denise: How?

Venus: Like I said they have his heart locked away deep down inside. But you... You are the key. The love you have for each other, the flame that you carry will always be there.

Denise: I'm not sure if he feels the same. I mean he's...

Venus: Being controlled.

Ambros tries to lunge at Anna but he gets kicked in the chest by Nightbringer sending him and his chair to the floor on his back gasping for breath. Denise goes to step toward the dark pool and trips. A flash of light seems to come from her hand against the darkness. The pool shimmers for a minute then Anna turns towards the pool and seems to try to place a barrier preventing her reaching Ambros.

Venus: There is a barrier there... I know of one other than can push into his mind more than I can.

Denise: I figured you were going to say that. Denise gets to her feet, and sighs looking across the black pool.

Another energy seems to be supporting her as well and reinforcing it. Something similar to Darkson but different. Venus looks around and smiles softly as Denise feels the energy.

Venus: We're not the only ones here. We have help. But it's still not enough. We'll come back and when we do... He will be free.

Ambros is grabbed by the throat by Nightbringer and forced into a deeper darker hole. It clings to Ambros like hot tar pulling him down.

Denise: Fight my love! Fight with everything that you have! Don't let them take you into the darkness. Fight it! I'm here! We all are!

Venus: He knows that you are fighting for him. And so are the others. Come, my powers are fading.

Denise nods as she turns to look back at the dark pool, and turns to walk away as the world around them starts to fade away once again. The room that they started in soon reappears and Denise sits down in one of the chairs that littered the room. She lets out a sigh as Venus sits beside her.

Denise: Did we really see Ambros or was it all in my mind?

Venus: It was in his mind. He is fighting against himself.

Denise: How long does he have to go through this?

Venus: Until he can fight against it. You're the key to all of this...

Denise: How?

Venus: When the time comes you will know.

Denise gets to her feet, and sighs nodding.

Denise: I better get going...

Venus grabs Denise by the arm as her eyes go into deep black pools once again.

Venus: Don't do what you are planning. The darkness that he faces is not the same as what is behind that door. It will destroy you in the end.

Her eyes go back to normal as she lets go of Denise's arm.

Denise: How did you...

Venus: I'm sorry. I've never had that happen before. I mean I... But you know what happens behind that door. There is only one person that has ever gone in there and come out the same.

Denise: True. I'll think about it. Thank you Venus.

Denise walks down the stairs, and heads back toward the car that is waiting for her. Venus leans against the door and watches her drive off. She turns and walks back into the house. She walks back into the sitting room once again and she pulls the heavy curtains back once again, letting the bright light come back into the room. Her phone soon rings and she looks down at it and sighs. Genocide was creeping forward, and a few people had already spoken. She knew that she had to address the match that was coming.

Venus: Genocide, a match that I am not to thrilled about. I have never enjoyed this match. I was in the very first Genocide match before NCW closed their doors the first time. I eliminated myself when it came down to Phoenix and myself. But I've learned over the last few times that it doesn't matter who ends up with the title. Most of the time the one that holds the title never walks out of Genocide with it in the end. Tyler Cross I don't pity you. Everyone is going to be after you and the biggest target is on you and you alone. Those that get tossed out over the top are just fodder and one step closer to you. Even your own team mates will be gunning for you. Or perhaps they will try to get to the end only to have them face you, betray you and take what is yours in the end. There are no friends in this match. Only greed, and selfishness matter this time around, and no one cares who they hurt in this match. Tyler watch yourself and trust no one.

She turns from the window and walks out of the room and toward the stairs. She starts to head up and reaches the top before walking along the carpeted floor.

Venus: Necra, I know that you will fight until there is nothing left in you. But we all know that there can only be one in the end. We are allies, but in this match we are nothing more than opponents that have respect for the other. I'm not going to hold back by any means and I know that you won't either. Denise I know that you are going through something that is hurting your heart, and has you thinking about what you need to do to get Ambros back but you have to focus on the match to come. We will help you destroy the Forsaken, no matter what it takes. But we all have one goal and that is to get the Pinnacle Title at any cost.

Venus walks into one of the rooms and reveals a room that was decorated with what appears to be charts, and pictures of stars and other strange astral bodies that could be seen in the sky at night.

Venus: Enforcer you have managed to take a title but you don't have a target on your back. At least not for now. In a few weeks time maybe but you are just another obstacle in the way of getting to the top. I know that you will try to get past everyone, but you have yet to face off against me. I will stand and I will fight with all that I have. Thayne it's good to see you back in NCW. You have a light about you that is needed at the moment. I know that you fight for your people, and those around you. You have always been a force for good, and the forces of the darkness are looking to take you into their grasp. Watch yourself when you step into the ring for this match.

She sits on a high backed leather chair, and looks up at the ceiling that is decorated with what appears to be glow in the dark stars that seemed to done into a constellation.

Venus: I know there are others that have said something, and some have not, but I will still address you. This match isn't going to be an easy match no matter how good you think you are. Not everyone can walk away with something in the end. That is why we fight. In the end one will have it all. But will it be someone of light or someone with dark intentions? Only time will tell. Remember we are all connected. Every living being united in a single glorious existence. Open yourself to the universe. Embrace eternity! See you soon.

She smiles softly as she continues to stare up at the ceiling at the strange constellation as the scene fades to black.