Genocide Match

[Dario Arturo Cortez]

* The Scene opens as a camera man and his friend walk down the corridor of a hotel. as they are walking by they are passed in the hallway by a person in a yellow with red letting on their shirt along with regular black jeans and shoes along with green and pink hair blended in. they pay no mind and knock on the door. it reads presidential suite 01. they knock on the door. twenty seconds later the door is opened by an asian woman in her twenties with black hair and green eyes who just has a long black shirt on.*

" Uh, hello? oh right, he said you would be here. here a little early though..whatever. get in here."

* as she walks away they follow into the main hallway. we see Dario Arturo Cortez dressed in just red shorts with black outline on the sides. we see a package on a table with the words "fragile and handle with care" on it. Dario is silent as he looks like he has a scroll in his hands and is reading it to himself. he sighs and coils the scroll back.*

what's that about?

Nothing that concerns or interests you. though just to keep you hanging..it was written by black ink and a quill for a pen like back in the colonial days, the paper is old and it is in latin. anyone here read and understand latin?

he asks as he tosses it in a bag that's a little smaller than the one he usually carries. they all shake their head no as he does so.

i did not think so. now let us move on.

the asian woman kisses him on the lips and then sits down on the huge king sized bed.

you can stay if you like. or go down to the gym that is inside this hotel.

she moves her head in the no position.

you gave me a great work out last night. he he

she then gets up off of the bed and heads towards the camera man's friend.

excuse you, i saw you roll your eyes. asian women are professionals when it comes to finding out just how much stamina a man has you know. and from the looks of you, your an 8 minute..no more than likely an 8 second man, that's once it's gone in if it is able to fit inside in the first place.

dario snickers as we imagine the camera man is as well.

Well at least i know of one person who has my back in this company. well i found that out after i got to know her at the gym here. how about that, huh? you gave myself quite the work out as well my sweet. with you and the running i have done and the weights i will life later, i am going to be in great shape for this match..despite that though, this match is not about who is the fittest, the strongest or the biggest. it's about who can not just out last in terms of stamina but who can out wit, a long match like this who is not backed by a stable has to be a little extra sneaky. i will do what i must in order to win this match. however. i cannot over think this. as the boxer mike tyson once said, " everyone has a plan, until they get punched in the mouth." with that said i was texted by a friend asking me if i had seen any of the new promos for genocide.

i was surprised that more people actually decided to deliver some promos for a change. so i saw them and i must say that all of the people who claim to be favorites, well almost all of them seem to be part of a team or a stable such as the thug revolution, the forsaken and so on. it must be nice to have friends to depend on doesn't it?

the again do you think that everyone who is part of one will be on the same page? it's true that they're is strength in numbers. however we all know what the top prize is..what if someone decided to make take that as an opportunity to step out from your pack? this match would be the perfect opportunity.

to those who have been in your stable for a while but are not the leader, do you intend to stay in your role? do you not want more for yourself, or are you afraid of the wrath that you may get from the leader of your group should you and the leader not win?

* he walks over to the end of the bed which there is a tv on the wall so you can see the tv from the bed. he shakes his head *

when i watched the new promos for our match. i was a bit dumb founded. a lot of you have very long promos yet you say little to nothing, not really..necra says that is not afraid of this match because she was the champion and then lost it to our current champion..your not afraid because of that, or is it because of the people you have around you? then you spoke more without really saying anything that i did not expect to hear. especially when the end, thank goodness was about to come where you said that it didn't matter what number that we draw that it will be us, myself included in there of course that will be tossed out of the ring any on to the floor. you called yourself so many different nicknames and then said to fear you for when we look upon you we will see our end.and then some more nonsense.

* he slow claps.*

bravo. you were very compelling..i was so moved that maybe i won't even be there. i mean for when we look upon you we will see our end.my word. i don't know if i can even compete now. i mean you are just sooo scary. moving on.

then i saw those creepy people with the chairs that say the name of the supposed four names for the horsemen of apocalypse. thank you for reiterate who wins what and what happens to the second place finisher and downwards from there. as if we did not know. then again given your roster size perhaps, just perhaps it was needed. Your little hide out looks like that of a creppy carnival fun house setting.like you are a cult or something. Calypso it looks like vargas has stated what others may have been thinking. he said that the job of winning this whole thing falls on you as you are the leader.yet vargas seems to have no problem barking out the orders to the others, calypso if you really are the leader then why do you allow him to speak to you and to the rest of the group as he did.

he sighs

heavy is the head that wears the crown, am i right?

i saw a lot of people there yet vargas was the one who spoke the most. what's the deal with the people dressed in black? as my texas friend would say, * he tries his best to do the impression of a texas accent* y'all creepy.

before we move on. i would like to say that i am surprised to see that thus far we have not heard more from our hardcore champion.or maybe due to his age he is having memory problems.one would think that he would have plenty to work with if he decided to do a second promo. have you nothing more to say enforcer? well i do, and yes it is stating the obvious this time. sometimes it cannot be helped, but that is..you have a lot of people who are, as the saying goes, gunning for your title. is is almost as if the hardcore title is worth more than the pinnacle title.this is the impression that i get from those who have said to you to watch your back. along with other words that convey that message. and perhaps those that have mentioned you by name..along with your title, i do not like to speak ill of those that i am still unfamiliar with. however, they seem very willing to hurt you even if they do not win the match. despite you not having the pinnacle title around your waist, it is you who has a big target on his back. keep your head on a swivel old man.

moving on.

he then looks at the asian woman.

don't worry my dear we are almost done.. now..ahh yes the fathi or is it just fathi ? your promo was so long yet you said so little.

Now on to the champion. Tyler Cross,You as well did not have much to say, perhaps because you have done so much you don't quite frankly have much to say and saying more would make you appear even more cockier than you usually are. yet the loss of many words did not retract what you were conveying. to me at least, was my impression. that your the best, you have beaten everyone this is to beat.retired one guy, twice. and has said that he has done it all.well you have not retained the pinnacle championship in this match.please accept my condolences for your losses .yet, as kind hearted as i am, it will not stop me or anyone else from giving you something else to grieve over. you look competent enough to figure it out.

he smirks

Venus you are very interesting. though it will need to be you who will need to try to relax slow, deep breaths. you might want to heed those words when both of your feet hit the floor and you realize that you are not the winner. you at the end at least you were willing to address those whose names you had not mention. me being one of them. so thanks for that..

the asian female sighs. Dario then pulls her close to him she puts her hand over his heart.

Anyway. this match isn't going to be an easy match. no matter how good you think you are.. Say it is not so..i don't believe you, no, nope..no way.. ha ha. any wrestling fan or anyone of us who has ever been in this type of match knows that. however, even as we all know this, i Dario Arturo Cortez am a fighter and fighters will do what they must do in order to obtain victory which is what i am willing to do. you say that not everyone can walk away with something in the end. thanks for pointing out the obvious. can we call you the new captain obvious?

the only thing that you said that i agree with and that there are no friends in this match.only greed and selflessness and that no one cares about who they hurt in this match. this is true.but venus i have three words for you.greed..is..good.

he smiles as we fade to black.

[thejerseydevildiva]

Act 1: A Year to the Day

The scene opens on the beautiful Jersey Shore. A heavy snow had fallen, but the streets and thoroughfares had been long since cleared. The sun glistened off of the bright white snow that was now deep in the yards around the city, and was piled high in a few places giving kids places to play. The city was full of life, an the traffic was heavy, s people headed this way and that to and from work. The smell from he local factories drifted on the wind mixing with the local restaurants that littered the city. The camera moves over the city and soon comes to a stop on one of the more expensive parts of the city where the upper class lives behind high walls, and security. The camera stops on the Canelli estate where we see the gate wide open, and guards sitting in a small gate house to keep warm. The long driveway had been dug out, and piled to the sides. The house seemed to loom over the yard, and almost welcoming. The camera moves to the interior of the manor as we hear voices coming from the living room where we see Reno, and Rude sitting with Uh Oh.

Reno: So what are you and the boss doing for your anniversary?

Uh Oh was sitting at a desk looking over various paperwork and books and receipts. He looks up at Reno.

Uh Oh: I do not know if she has any plans but I was planning on making a quiet dinner at home with her. I actually used some of our contacts to get some rare ingredients and I've been working on her present all year.

Rude: The boss hasn't said anything. But then again she's been training for Genocide. I'm surprised that you aren't going to renew your vows in the middle of the ring again.

Uh Oh: A fifteen minute ceremony took an hour people kept interrupting no I think we will be better of with a quiet night of food and dancing.

Uh Oh scribbles some notes to himself.

Uh Oh: besides the Genocide rumble is a week before our anniversary.

Rude: Good point.

Uh Oh: So I stop having the guys do collection in December, people struggle on the holidays. And reduced protection fee in January by 10%. We can live without those costs but it will improve morale and loyalty to us. If another family tries to take over they will probably charge full protection 12 months a year. This gives our clients an incentive to stay true to us and give us a heads up if someone is coming around trying to pry into our business.

Reno and Rude look at each other and then back at Uh Oh.

Reno: Does the boss know about this?

Rude: Yeah, besides we only take money from those that can afford it.

Uh Oh: I know, I also gave them a gift basket from us. So I have a list of people that been nosing around information provided by our happy clients as a thank you for the help at holiday time. Also one of our deli workers noticed some disreputable people trying to push merchandise on Joanne's territory. He called me as soon as he saw it. A month of money vs. not only loyalty but initiative to help us keep the trash out of Joanne's territory.

Rude nods.

Rude: Damn man. You've been helping out more than I realized. That's why everyone seemed happy this week.

Reno: Yeah Speedy said he was going to give us a discount.

Uh Oh: Also I made friends with some people from Switzerland and they cut us a great deal on FN Five-seveN's. Why were we not using these sidearms before?

Reno: We try to keep it local. You know support the local gun shops... Plus we had connections thanks to Avery.

Uh Oh: These are lighter, less recoil, better range, and most of all.. what is the worst thing in a major hoot out? You lose count of shots fired. Did you fire 5? 8? 14? These pistols hold a clip of 20 rounds.

Rude: The boss carries two desert eagles that were given to her by an old friend from Russia. He picked them up from a connection in Israel. As for us we carry 9's.

Uh Oh: Well I can understand the sentimentality of gifts. But as for 9's They are a little over 2 lbs empty. And 8.5 inches long. These 5-7s are 1.3 lbs and 8,2 inches long. So lighter and more concealable. The muzzle velocity of your 9s are 381 m/s while the 5-7s are 762 m/s. Your 9's firing range is up to 160 ft. The 5-7's is 1651 yards for maximum and optimum 165 ft. 9's average between 9-15 bullets in a clip the 5-7 is 20 in a clip. The 5-7 is better concealable faster velocity, more ammo and longer range. I don't want you guys getting hurt. So if everyone is deadly within 160 fr. I want you guys safely fighting at 165 ft. Possibly further with the right attachments. Or at least carry one as a back up. I feel more ammo and range will help you guys.

Reno: Thanks.

Rude: Yeah, thanks man. So what are you getting for the boss for your anniversary?

Reno: She's got enough cars...

Rude: Yeah Seph got her the BMW the last year they were together...

Reno: and the cat... Don't forget the cat.

A white cat with strange green eyes walks into the room and looks up at them before growling slightly under his breath. The three of them stare at it before it walks out of the room once again.

Voice: There you are.

Joanne walks into the room with the cat now sitting in her arms.

Joanne: What are you three doin'?

Uh Oh: going over the books and receipts. How are you doing today?

Joanne kisses Uh Oh and looks over at Reno and Rude.

Joanne: I see. Why don't you two head out and finish the business for the day?

Reno: We got the money today.

Rude: We still have to get Blitzskin his cut...

Joanne: Alright go ahead. And stop for dinner.

Uh Oh: I am slow cooking a roast tonight, well been doing it all day. Should be ready soon.

Joanne: Sounds perfect. I figured we should give Speedy some business. It's been a while... Hell we've put three of his kids through college.

Uh Oh: Sounds good.

Uh Oh looks at the cat then seems to drift off in thought. Joanne takes his hand, and smiles.

Joanne: Are you alright?

Uh Oh: Oh yeah... they were just telling me about what you got from Seph....

Joanne smiles as she sets the cat down.

Joanne: He got me a lot over the years. But so have they. He got me a car almost every year and then one year he brought me Snowball.

Uh Oh: a car... oh.. I'm sorry...

Joanne: Why? I don't need any more cars. And I wouldn't get any more pets around Snowball... He's... different.

Reno: And don't forget the tiger your brother got you...

Uh Oh: I just got more traditional presents...

Joanne smiles.

Joanne: I'll love it no matter what you got me. I'm not hard to please.

Uh Oh: I hope so...

Joanne: I know so.

She turns and see Reno and Rude both still standing there.

Joanne: I thought you two left.

Rude: We're heading out now. See ya later.

They head out of the room as Joanne smiles and sits on the black leather couch.

Uh Oh: Are you nervous about the rumble?

Joanne: Not really. I plan on gettin' as far as I can.

Uh Oh: You'll do great, no one is tougher than you.

Joanne smiles as she pets the cat sitting beside her.

Joanne: I'm not as tough as I look. This match isn't as easy as it looks. I already heard what a few of them had to say and there is some major competition.

Uh Oh: Apocalypse? Covenant? Thug Revolution? Fallen? Cult of Villains?

Joanne: Thug Revolution is a joke. They think they are thug, but they are just losers that think they are goin' to be given everythin' that they want. Fathi can claim he's from the streets and been through so much pain and sufferin' all he wants but I've seen it before. Brian is a follower, Lexi and what's his ace are wannabes and clingin' to Fathi's coat tails. Tyler is the only one that has talent. But I'm not afraid of any of them. They can try to stop me, but where my number lands I have a decent chance.

Uh Oh: Can I get a peak?

Joanne pulls out her phone and shows him the number.

Joanne: I don't know about anyone else got but I do have a good chance.

Uh Oh: You'll definitely bring home the gold.

Joanne: I'm goin' to try. As for the Forsaken or Apocalypse or whatever they want to call themselves have the numbers but they don't seem to realize that this is a match that only one person can win. They'll use everythin' that they can to win, but I'm not goin' to let that happen whatsoever. None of them deserve that title!

Uh Oh: I know and I know you deserve it more than anyone. I will be there cheering you on.

Joanne: I know you will. I'm kind of surprised that you aren't goin' to be in there with me.

Uh Oh: Evan pulled that trick got me forced into retirement.

Joanne: I know. I wish I could pounded the holy hell out of him, and put him into a coma... Or somethin' at least...

Uh Oh: Dread sent him packing. But now I can stay home and cook you nice dinners and make sure everything is nice and organized.

Joanne: True. But I miss havin' you there with me.

Uh Oh: I'll always be in the dressing room cheering you on or in the crowd. Besides I have a few favors I will be trying to call in as well.

Joanne raises an eye brow and smiles.

Joanne: Oh?

Uh Oh: Yeah, I am importing something to help you in the match from Japan.

Joanne: You don't have to do that... I'm sure I can handle myself in this one. But that is really sweet of you.

Uh Oh: Your safety and happiness are my top priorities.

Joanne: You re so sweet and too good to me.

Uh Oh: I have a lot to measure up to.

Joanne: You're perfect the way you are. Now I'm goin' to head back to the gym and train a bit more. Call me when dinner is ready.

Uh Oh: I will and after dinner I'll run a hot bath and heat up the oil to give you a massage.

Joanne gets to her feet and smiles softly.

Joanne: That sounds perfect.

He stands and kisses her lovingly. She soon walks off leaving Uh Oh alone as the scene fades to black.

Act 2: The Final Moments

The scene opens on what appears to be a private gym somewhere in the back area of the house. The sounds of weights being lifted is soon heard coming from the back of the gym. The rest of the gym held a wrestling ring, and a few other machines littered the massive room. We soon see Joanne finishing up a set of leg weights and holds a towel to her face wiping away the sweat from her face. She soon gets to her feet and walks to a sandbag and starts with light punches sending it swinging back and forth.

Joanne: It's hard to believe that it's been almost a year since Uh Oh and I have been married. The last Genocide was one to remember if nothin' else. I mean Uh Oh and I were tryin' to get married in the middle of the ring, and we did eventually. Of course both of us were eliminated but it didn't matter at that point. Now, I'm lookin' to take the gold, and not look back. I know there is a lot people in this match. Hell I'm one in 90 and I know that everybody is goin' to be after the same thin' but I want it more than the others. I heard a few people open their mouths and I have to admit Darius you no clue what you are in for. I've heard what you had to say and I have to say I couldn't help but laugh. You were wrong on one thin' about Necra... She didn't lose the Pinnacle title to Cross. She lost it before Genocide like two years ago. Get your fuckin' facts straight! See there's your weakness... You have no idea who you're even facin' in this match. Did you know that one point every title was on the line? Could you imagine that? A loser like you could have a chance to win somethin' big, but you don't have a chance at takin' anythin'. I plan on gettin' to the end and takin' away any sort of chance from you to get anythin'. You can try everythin' that you want to but it's not goin' to help.

She smiles as she hits the sandbag once again, causing it to swing faster.

Joanne: Mia, who the fuck do you think you are comin' into this match thinkin' you're goin' to pull off a win? You think you're bad ass when you're a little wannabe thinkin' that you're the best of the best when you're hangin' around with losers. Honey you have yet to see anythin' that we can all throw at you. You managed to lose to Rene and I had to admit I laughed. I don't what number that you pulled but just know whatever it is it won't matter in the end. You're goin' to be another victim that is goin' to land on the outside wonderin' where it all went wrong. Enforcer you must be proud of yourself.  You impressed a lot of people with your first match and pulled off the win gainin' your title and the big win. You might get to the top and take that title away from Cross. Wouldn't that be somethin'? But then again you have to go through me before you can get it though.  But I'm not the only one you have to get through.

She hits the sandbag once again moving with it, dodging each time that it comes back at her.

Joanne: Dean what a match to make your debut in. This is the biggest show of the year and everyone has a chance to win the big title. But the question is can you do it? Can you stand against someone like me? I've held titles, and enjoyed everythin' that comes with it. Dean you have yet to even prove yourself in NCW and I can't wait to see what you can really do. Venus, Avery, Necra I have nothin' against either one of you. We all know what this match is and that only one of us can walk away with the title in hand. This is business and nothin' else. This is nothin' personal at least not against you three. Necra technically you are my niece by marriage. Avery you have helped me with connections across the pond, and in Boston, and Venus... Well... You're someone that I can't really say anythin' bad about. The rest of you that have said somethin' or haven't I hope you know what you're gettin' into. To the new comers I will give you one word of warnin' don't show up, let alone step into that ring. You don't have a chance and you never will. It is my time to shine and I will do whatever it takes to get my hands on that title but you can try to stop me and everyone else but we all know its not goin' to be enough. We are the Mafioso and we get paid to kick your ass. See you soon and good luck... You're goin' to need it.

Joanne hits the sandbag once again sending it flying across the floor. The sand spills out of it and smiles up at the camera as the scene fades to black.

[Rockin' Lunatic]

*The scene opens up to the house of Lexi and Blaze Havoc. They are all sitting outside on the deck looking at the ocean. Lexi is sitting with Blaze as Blaze is holding on to Lexi. The smell of ocean air is running through their noses*

Lexi
I love that smell!

Blaze
As do I my sexy Villainous! Now when should we have our wedding?

Lexi
After Genocide cause we have a lot to focus on! We are gaining members left and right!

Lexi looks at Rockin

Lexi
It's nice to have you aboard Rockin!

Rockin' Lunatic
Thanks Lexi and Blaze I can't wait to make my NCW return well main show wise since I am dominating house shows

Lexi
Yes you are! Great job!!

Chad looks at Rockin

Chad
Yes great job and also welcome aboard!!

Blaze
So Rockin would you like to be at our wedding?

Lexi kisses Blaze passionately.

Rockin' Lunatic looks at Blaze.

Rockin' Lunatic
That would be awesome, I would love to be at your wedding as long as you want me there.

Lexi
Yes we would love you to be there!

Blaze
I'm glad your with us but what will people think when you show up in our Crew!

Lexi
We don't give two shits what others think babe!

Chad
Yeah we don't we are CoV and we are everything!

Rockin' Lunatic
I don't give a shit what people think of me anymore as long as I have Isabella and COV on my side that's all that matters.


Lexi
As long as she doesn't get in the way of Blaze's and my favorite weapons that is cool.

Blaze
Yeah so what about all these losers in this Genocide match?

Lexi
Well we need to take the belts off Thugs Revolution that's for damn sure!

Chad
Yeah they think they are all bad ass when actually they are just a bunch of scared kids that should have been punished as kids.

Rockin' Lunatic
You all know that I am also going to be in this Genocide Rumble right?

Lexi
Yes we do!!

Blaze
Yes and we are excited about it!

Blaze
We all know the feeling!

Lexi
Yeah go for the gold CoV or at least someone in CoV needs to be recognized as being a star!

Rockin' Lunatic
I have held gold in every company I have been in, I am considered a legend in some places.

Blaze
Thats awesome I'm glad we have someone considered a legend in our Crew!

Chad
Yeah most people hate us!

Rockin' Lunatic
I am the most hated legend though I have been through hell and back, its crazy.

Chad
Yeah I feel you on that one! I've been that way for the past year myself with my buddy dying recently and having to hire a new drummer!

Lexi
Yeah it was fuckin hard as fuck for us to do that!

Rockin' sits back.

Rockin' Lunatic
But yeah these people in this Genocide Rumble won't even know who they are dealing with we will stick together and have each others back until the end of the match but we also got to remember that its every man for themselves out there.

Chad just sits there taking a swig of his drink and then puts his head down.

Lexi
Yeah ain't that the truth! But seriously all of us put together are the Lunatics that no one is ready for!

Blaze
Including Injustice which I don't know where he is at but he doesn't seem to be around us unless it's match time.

Chad looks up

Chad
Yeah that guy is weird but useful!

Rockin' Lunatic
Injustice should not have a personal agenda if he knows what's good for him, sorry I just know how this plays out in the end hope he knows what he is doing.

Blaze
Exactly cause we will jump his ass out just like we jumped that pussy AJ Flare out of CoV!

Lexi
Oh yeah and that pussy AJ Flare better be ready because he won't be able to stop us! So go crying back to mama you fuckin loser and pussy!!

Lexi evilly laughs about thinking of what she is gonna do when she sees AJ.

Rockin' Lunatic
By the way, who is even in this Rumble besides us? I have not even seen a list of names anywhere not even on paper.

Lexi
Oh, a lot of people are in this match but we have a hold of who we most want to take out when we see them!

Blaze
Yeah like Emily Riley that bitch needs to be gone for good!

Rockin' Lunatic
Whoever she is, She will find out why you don't mess with Violence real quick.

With those last words the scene goes dark

[frostbite]

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[Emily Riley]

Act 1: Memories


Human memory is a marvelous but fallacious instrument. The memories which lie within us are not carved in stone; not only do they tend to become erased as the years go by, but often they change, or even increase by incorporating extraneous features.
Primo Levi

The scene opens on the beautiful New York countryside. The heavy snow was all through out the vast and stretching fields as far as the eye could see. The sky was clouded and once against threatened snow. The roads were cleared with a slight bit of snow still remaining. The woods were silent except for the few birds that remained behind. A few animals moved through the snow covered forest in search of their next meal. The camera moves along the long stretch of road and soon we see a familiar sign. "WELCOME TO DUNWHICH HELL" and the small town with a few buildings that seemed empty but were still lived in with people that dwelled under the watchful eye of the master of the manor that sat upon the hill. The sound of a shutter is heard banging against the side of one of the homes, as a shadow seems to move along the ground. The camera moves past a high wall the surrounded the graveyard that seemed almost out of place. The house itself seemed to loom out of nowhere and seemed to have its own life about it. The house was lit from top to bottom, but still seemed evil and foreboding. The camera moves to the interior of the house where we see a giant fountain with a statue of a man with long hair and a toned built body with three women standing around him with pitchers pouring a red liquid into the fountain below. The double staircase lead to the second floor, that was done in the same dark wood of the lower floor. The carpet on the stairs was a deep red in color and the brass railings were shinned to the point of reflection. The smell that filled the house was a mix of death, and a sweet smell of vanilla and cherry. The sound of a voice is heard coming from upstairs, and the camera moves along the hallway as we see pictures lining the walls of Darkside members present and long since past. The camera stops at  door that is open and we see Emily in what appears to be a room filled with books, and a table where a small cauldron sits. The smell is different here, the smell of bubblegum drifted on the air, mixed with soft smell of honeysuckle, and strawberries. Emily sits with a book in her hands that was leather bound and looked as if it was old.

Emily: What should I try next?

Voice: You could try a small hex...

Emily looks at the mirror and sees her own reflection and sighs.

Emily: I don't think that would be a good idea.

Tabitha: Why not? He has enemies that you could use it on.

Emily: I think he can handle himself.

Tabitha: He can but it could be fun.

Emily sighs shaking her head.

Emily: This is taking to long. I feel useless! I mean the simple stuff is fine, but I want to be able to help everyone else more!

Tabitha: Well there is a way... But we have to become one.

Emily gets to her feet and walks to the mirror.

Emily: How would we do that? I mean I'm not that strong yet, let alone able to handle that on my own.

Tabitha: It's not a hard ritual. Besides I want to be able to help Denise. Her and I go way back.

Emily: I want help her too. So what page is it on?

Tabitha: It's not in that book. I'm not sure where it is...

Emily: Well I can check the library.

Tabitha: That sounds like a good place to start.

Emily walks out of her room and heads down the hallway.

Emily: It could be in the attic too. I think he has some of your stuff up there.

Tabitha: Then lets go and check.

Emily: Seph said I shouldn't go up there.

Tabitha: Do you always listen to what he says?

Emily reaches the attic door that was already open. She looks around the door as a shadow moves across the top of the stairs.

Emily: Lets start in the library...

Tabitha: Good idea.

Emily continues to make her way along the hallway, and toward the massive library. She opens the double doors and there before her was a massive room filled with shelves each lined with hundreds of books. Emily sighs looking around.

Emily: This isn't going to be easy as I thought...

Tabitha: Lets see... It will more than likely be somewhere near the back...

Emily: Alright... You know I should be getting ready for Genocide...

Tabitha: Don't worry you'll have time to get ready for it. Do you think that Seph will be there?

Emily: I don't know. If he does, it's not going to end well. I mean he's been out of the company for a while now. But then again so have I. I was surprised that I was asked to be in this one. I managed to win it once before and who knows I might pull it off again.

She searches through the books as time passes by. She leans against one of the bookcases and sighs.

Emily: Still nothing.

Tabitha: I'm sure its here. He wouldn't have thrown anything of mine away.

Emily: Do you think it could be...

Tabitha: In the attic? I hope not.

Emily sighs and continues to look through the books and soon comes across a dusty looking tome. Emily looks at the cover and feels the cool leather in her hands.

Tabitha: That's it!

Emily flips open the book as she comes to a stop on a page that told her how to do the ritual. Emily smiles softly letting her eyes wander over the page, and feels a hand on her shoulder. She turns and sees Seph standing behind her. She goes to hit with the book, and he catches it. He smiles softly as he kisses the back of her hand as he takes the book from her.

Seph: Jumpy?

Emily: Sorry... I thought you were still in your study.

Seph: I was, but...

He looks at the books before handing it back to her.

Seph: What are you doing?

Emily: Looking for a book that belonged to Tabitha...

Seph raises an eyebrow looking at Emily with his dark green eyes shimmering in the dim light of the library.

Seph: This isn't something you should take lightly my dearest. Messing with the soul isn't something that should be done. It can be dangerous.

Emily: I'll be careful. I promise. Tabitha said she would show me what to do.

Seph: Just be careful. I'm going to head to the city for a few days. I have business to tend to.

Emily: But I thought you were going to be...

Seph smiles and takes her hand in his.

Seph: Don't worry I'll be there.

He kisses her and walks back out of the library leaving Emily alone once again.

Emily: Did you notice something different about him?

Tabitha: I'm not sure what it is... But something... Is different.

Emily: What do you mean?

Tabitha: I can't put my finger on it, but he seems different. But right now we can't focus on that now can we? You have a match to get ready for and a ritual.

Emily nods, as she walks out of the library and back along the long hallway. She had heard what others had said but one caught her attention. Lexi, Chad and Rockin' Lunatic had said. She had never faced any of them, let alone heard of them.

Emily: Its funny really, people have a problem with me and I have never done anything to them. Let alone heard of them. Unless it was in the tourney... If it was I don't remember. I've been busy living my life. CoV sounds like a little kids group name. Please what are you villains of? Are we playing superhero's and I didn't get the memo or something? I don't remember any of you. If I did face you, then you couldn't have been anything to impressive for me to remember. But I noticed one thing I'm the only one that you mentioned. Why is that? Is it because I've won Genocide before? Do you know how long I fought to get to the end of that one? I faced my own boyfriend in that one to get to the end. You do realize that this is a winner take all right? No teams, no help... Everyone is out for themselves. I plan on walking away with the title in my hands once again, no matter what I have to do or beat. If any of you happen to be in the ring at the time I am you can kiss your chances goodbye.

Emily smiles as she continues down the hallway and stops at the attic door once again.

Emily: Voices whisper from the upper floors, and it is the only thing that I have felt fear from. Anna, and the rest of the losers from the Forsaken I don't think you have realized what you are getting into. I mean you do realize that you are facing off against some big names in this match, and all of them, including me have held titles at least once and in some cases more than once. The current champions are looking to put everyone out just to get to the top and get their hands on the big one. Anna you have stepped into something more than I would care to try. You took a woman's man, and her title... Not good. You pushed past your station, and your place and made enemies with not only Denise, but the rest of the Darkside too. See we outnumber you by a lot whether you see us or not. Keep your friends close Anna because you will need as many people around you as possible... Oh wait... It won't matter in this match... Even your little boy toy Ambros won't be able to stop them. It's all out war in there no matter who you are in the end.

She closes the attic door and continues down the hallway back to her room. She enters the room and sets the book on the stand and looks over the pages and nods before she starts to gather a few things.

Emily: Necra, Avery, Denise we have all been champions.  I know each of you are looking to get to the top but I will have to stand in the way of your chances. I want nothing more than to take that title away from Cross and the assholes of the so called Thug Revolution! I've done it once and I'll do it again. Rene I have watched your matches and I have to say that you're good but not good enough to take away what I want once again. I know that you will try to stay in long enough to reach the top but I don't think that you will. Even your own team members haven't  said anything yet so it makes me wonder if they even care about you... But I guess that doesn't matter does it? It's all about the one that makes it... And that one is going to be me.

Her eyes seem to have a look of mischief in them as she looks up the from the book in front of her.

Emily: Venus, I know you can see into the future and what it can possibly hold. You never reveal what happens in your visions but then again maybe that's for the best. The future can be something that should never be while other things were meant to be, no matter who tries to stop it. Dario or whatever you want to call yourself you have a lot of issues and more than I can truly unpack. But I've seen enough that I know that you don't have it takes to be a champion. Even if you did some how manage to get it, you wouldn't keep it long. Dean you have potential and I can see it and this is one hell of a way to break into a company. The biggest stage of the year! But how long can you survive in the middle of the ring? Only time will tell I guess.

She sets everything beside the book and smiles as her reflection is back in the mirror once again.

Emily: As for those that have yet to say anything or that I have forgotten or didn't even really speak to don't worry you will end up meeting me in the ring. I fear no one and I plan on getting to the top no matter who stands in the way. See you soon and good luck.

Emily smirks and starts to gather everything up, before walking out of the room once again, as the scene fades to black.

[Sephiroth du Lac]

“I'm not interested in preserving the status quo;
I want to overthrow it.”
― Machiavelli Niccolo -

*The camera descends on a cold New York street corner in lower manhattan at night. The streets are barely lit in the harshness of winter's chill instead illuminated by a great neon sign that shines down upon the white snow. All around the steam of the undercity casts foggy smokescreens of mist as the light of the sign flashes it's name reading simply "Elysium Club" the place itself looks rather seedy. An example of refurbished urban decay. The bricks and mortar of the building suggest that it's origins might have been some factory at one point but with the refurbishment it is difficult to tell. Much like a wound might look covered with a flesh colored band-aid. Outside the air is crisp and various figures stand in the line leading to the door. It is a fairly long line filled with figures in the trendiest outfits. Most are not dressed for the cold air and shiver and shake in the cold. A large man of Arabic descent stands at the door checking and rechecking his clipboard by the red velvet rope to the door. Slowly the sound of a single footstep steps into the frame of the shot a black boot that steps from the shadows as it is revealed stepping through the mist of a nearby sewer grate. The camera cuts it's shot to the image man's face as he casually looks at the clipboard the sound of approaching footsteps. His look is one of listless duty a sort of boredom as casually so casually he asks...*

Large figure: Name?

Voice: Hello, Hassad...

*A sudden look of confusion hits the face of the man as he slowly looks up from the clipboard.*

Voice: ... my old friend.

*Slowly confusion changes to fear as the large man swallows hard as if staring into the eyes of a ghost. He blinks a moment but no smile comes forth instead a look of shock and worry and most of all fear plagues the large mans face.*

Voice: Is he in?

*Slowly the man nods never blinking never looking away from the figure before him.*

Voice: Why don't you take the rest of the night off?

*He sighs almost grateful as he nods.*

Hassad: Yes, sir. Very good, sir.

*Quickly almost stumbling over himself the man fumbles awkwardly with the velvet rope before unhooking it and motioning for the blackened figure to pass. As the silhouettepasses the man then suddenly closes the rope ad begins to wave everyone off quickly looking back as the camera pans to a behind shot of our figure. Long platinum bland hair drapes over the hunched figure of a long black cloak-like coat. The color is almost blacker then black as the figure steps slowly through a dark dimly lit hall pushing passed clandestine lovers and drunken revelers. Each figure objecting only a moment before wide eyed quickly scurrying away as prey animals might in the presence of a predator. Slowly the figure steps into the light of pounding strobes and bodies shaking in flashes of light like a sea of undulating bodies.*

Voice over: What a pathetic waste. Like so many they try so desperate to forget who they are. What they are. I have seen the state of the world. The state of this sickly generation. They try so desperately to run away from reality. To cling to some semblance of control. They don't deserve it. They waste their time on frivolity. On things that do not matter. I have seen it here. I have seen it in the world as I watch from the safety of my home. And I see it in the very bones of the NCW. How long? How long have I watched you all flounder? Squander your potential on pointless diversions and for what? Trinkets? Coin? Entertainment? None of you understand what it is to sacrifice. To give up all you are. All you were for a cause. None of you know real power. Real responsibility.

*The figure steps from the dancefloor to an adjoining stairwell slowly walking up into a quiet bar area. Here the tone is more muted. The walls more soundproof as an assortment of colorful figures watch the figure glide into the room. Figures clad in black pvc tight and taut mixed with lace and pale make up with black lips as dark as their odd attire glance after him as do beautiful figures who drink from glasses made of crystal and dressed in the most fashionable of today's attire. A figure in an oddly older style garment nods with a smile at the figure before panicing and exiting quickly. The bartender dressed in a black vest and tattooed and pierced serves a drink only to turn rapidly and head for the employee entrance in the back. His presence moves through the room as a rock thrown in a shallow pond sends ripples through the water. The stillness of the moment broken in a moment. All seem unnerved by the presence of he who stands before them. A few cower, more run away, some watch with a gruesome curiosity as slowly he moves even further inside.*

Voice over: I have seen you all from the sidelines. I have watched with great distain as each of you stumble in the dark. Picking up small victories here and there but none of you have what it takes to rule. To be the example. The thing that others aspire to. You bitch and you bicker amongst yourselves. You squabble like petty children for things that do not matter. You are undisciplined, unrefined. It's time for you all to wake up. It's time you all head something to want. It is not titles that make men great; it is great men that make titles great. In my absence I watched you turn from brothers and sisters into selfish children. I left you alone and this is the thanks I get? This is what I come back to? Degeneracy? Filth? Worthless ambitions? None of you ever measured up. I thought in time you would all learn. I was gravely mistaken. Well a good friend told me "The only way for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing."

*The camera pans to a middle eastern woman dressed all in black standing before a door with a determined look on her face as the shadow of te figure approaches. She cracks her knuckles confidently before moments later the camera cuts to what is behind the door. Four middle eastern men in black suits standing in the center of an office overlooking the dance floor. A figure sits behind the desk looking down at the dance floor as the door suddenly rips off it's hinges. The woman from before crashing into it with such force that she lay broken and bleeding on the ground as the figure slowly steps inside.*

Voice over: I assure you all... I am not a "good man".

*The four middle eastern men quickly pull out handguns and point them at the figure in well trained unison as the figure at the desk looks at the shadowy figure with sudden shock and worry. The camera cuts to the bottom half of the figures face as a slow smile perts their pale lips confidently.*

Voice: I take it I need no introduction?

*The looks on the men's faces become panic as suddenly the lights begin to flicker slowly going out one by one casting the room in pitch darkness save for the area of the desk illuminated solely by the large window overlooking the dance floor. Muzzle flashes illuminate the room randomly as the sounds of scuffling move in the dark. men's screams fill the room as the figure behind the desk stares into the dark desperately eyes darting back and forth desperate for a sign of anything.*

Voice over: In my inaction I allowed events to happen. Events that while not my fault are nonetheless my responsibility. If you hurt one of us you hurt us all. If one bleeds we all are wounded. That is the nature of our society. What it aspires to be and yet I hesitated. I assure you all never again. Never again will a child of mine cry for me in my absence.

Office man: Well? Did you get him?

*The silence answering back makes him nervous not a sound calls from where the men were a moment ago. No shadow stirs as that scared figure calls out in the dark.*

Office man: Hassan? Rashid?! Damn it answer your prince!

*No answer still as the shaking figure grows more and more terrified reaching down to grab an ahnk shaped letter opener desperate to defend himself a sudden shadow stands over him though before remarking.*

Voice: I wouldn't advise that.

*The "prince" quickly motions to stab but the shadowy form grabs his arm with practice precision grabbing the "prince's" head and slamming it into the desk with force and purpose holding him there as the knife falls from the now wrenched arm as the pale shadowy form behind him leans in.*

Prince: You can;t do this! Do you know who I am?

Voice: You are Thomas Crichton of clan tremere. Prince of the city. Appointed by the primogen counsel in the year of the lord 2017 after the previous Prince was attacked by the Anarchs in order to unify their break with the Camirilla. Yes, I know who you are and I don't care.

*The man in pain winces and looks up desperately trying to barter trying to remain calm but instead his voice cracking with worry. Stinking of fear even through the scent of incense and cheap cologne.*

Prince: Well what do you want? Money? A place in my court? Name it. It's yours.

*He looks up and backward seeing the dark figures eyes gleaming in a spec of light green emeralds staring into the man's soul with a fire. Determined and filled with evil intent.*

Voice: You're in my chair.

Prince: You... you just want my chair?

*The figure quickly slams his head again and the Prince cries out. Suddenly realizing what is at stake as the shadowy fiure tosses him back into the window grabbing him by the neck as pale fingers tighten around the Prince's throat.*

Prince: You can't do this... *Coughs and sputters choking* I'm... the... pr...prince...

*The grip tightens as the light catches the eyes of the attacker staring daggers into the Prince's choking face.*

Voice: Let me tell you a little story about you and your filthy bloodline Thomas. It's the story of a good man. A man much better than I. A man who tried to set me down the right path. He was kind and considerate. He tried to save us all. Do you know what happened to that man, Thomas? Do you know what your filthy kind did to him? To my friend? You killed him like a dog and drank his blood. You filthy usurpers tainted yourselves with the soul of a good man and hunted his children to extinction! All in your quest for power! And now your filthy unworthy blood has let this city; MY CITY; slip into folly. You and your disgusting pathetic worthless warlock brethren! I long to see you all bloodied and broken like you left my brother Saulot. Now, it's my turn to do some usurping!

*He once again throws him into the table with force that it moves the large mahoghany desk. Before he begins to savagely and repeatedly slam the figures head into the desk over and over again.*

Voice over: I allowed you all too much freedom. Too much ease. Too long a reprieve that you have all forgotten. You have forgotten the fear that you all should feel. I am coming back. Not just for titles and glory. Not just for love. Those are distractions. You need a hand over you whether wrapped in black velvet or clad in black iron. You need a hand to rule over you. Someone worthy to hold that prestige. Tyler Cross is but a man. Unworthy, weak, mortal. I am more than a man I am an idea. I am the essence of tyranny itself. No alliances can save you from me. No stables. All it will mean is that you all suffer together. I will come after your friends, your families, your lovers, your children. I am the monster you made me. A monster I am lest a monster I become. You pathetic sheep need a shepherd. So be it. You all have been lazing about asleep for too long. Come Genocide I am returning to wake you all up!

*The camera cuts to the shadowy figure sitting behind the desk the large silhouette of a man's beaten body beside him as the silhouette stares out the window over the dance floor. He reaches over grabbing the phone and dialing a number and pauses a moment before speaking to whoever has answered back on the other line.*

Voice: Hello, love. Yes... Yes... I got what i needed to do in the city done... I'll be home in a day or so.... Why of course I'll be there. I promise. I wouldn't miss it for the world.... Yes, I'll meet you at the arena.... Yes, I love you too, Emmy.... Bye, love.

*The shadowy figure then reaches over the body hanging the phone up as he folds his hands and leans in his eyes dark as if scheming and the light hits the bottom half of his face before another confident smile creases his lips as the scene fades to black.*

[[Alpha]Adam Gatner[Wolf]]

(We see Adam and Maria in downtown Richmond and Maria looks around. Adam smiles and does so as well.)

[Maria Reyes]

Wow. this place is fill with history. This place must been important in United States.

[Adam Gatner]

Yes it was. it still is in our history books. at one point the United States had a civil war back in the 1860s. Richmond Virginia was once the capital of the Confederacy which was the South.

[Maria Reyes]

Why did it have civil war?

[Adam Gatner]

If memory serves me correctly part of it was due to slavery.

[Maria Reyes]

Slavery not good.

[Adam Gatner]

No it's not but since then it's been a great city to live in from what I have heard. I have a few wrestling friends that make their home here. I think one of them and his wife live not far from here.

[Maria Reyes]

Can we meet them mi amor?

[Adam Gatner]

Sure love.

(As soon as they say that his friends Jeremiah and Harlow Hardin sees him and they come to him)

[Adam Gatner]

Jeremiah! Harlow!

[Harlow Hardin]

Adam! It's been too long. how have you been?

[Adam Gatner]

I've been good. This is my love Maria Reyes. Maria these are my good friends "Big Tiger" Jeremiah Hardin and his wife Harlow Hardin who is also a wrestler.

[Maria Reyes]

Hola. Hello It nice to meet you.

[Jeremiah Hardin]

You have yourself a nice Latina one here Adam

[Adam Gatner]

Yes she is. She is an interviewer for the company I work for. The higher ups gave us permission to be with each other. She is indeed something special to me.

(Maria smiles and hugs on Adam.)

[Harlow Hardin]

I can tell and I can see the love you two share. Has he been treating you well?

[Maria Reyes]

Si. Yes he has. he has been so good to me. If bosses would let us I like marry him but i know it up to the bosses since i work for them.

[Jeremiah Hardin]

I'm sure that they see how he's treating you and would give the green light for that but you're right. You do not want to step on their toes.

[Adam Gatner]

Agreed.

[Harlow Hardin]

So what brings you two here?

[Maria Reyes]

We have Genocide Rumble pay per view and it here in Richmond.

[Jeremiah Hardin]

I did hear something about that. I hear that match is going to be HUGE this year.

[Adam Gatner]

Yes it is. Ninety participants this year and I am one of them.

[Harlow Hardin]

Well we got our tickets. We cant wait to see you in it Adam.

[Jeremiah Hardin]

Hell yeah man. We h koop pe you whoop ass in that.

[Adam Gatner]

I can certainly do my best. The odds are definitely stacked against me.

[Jeremiah Hardin]

Well we were about to go for lunch. Would you two like to join us while you are here?

[Harlow Hardin]

That's a great idea babe. It could be a double date.

[Adam Gatner]

What do you say love?

[Maria Reyes]

I not mind that.

(They all head to the nearest restaurant)

_____

(It is now the day of the Rumble and Adam is at the Richmond Colliseum and is in his wrestling gear. His long blond hair is in a ponytail. Maria is not with him as she is off interviewing other superstars as it is her job. A cameraperson come to him and he spots the cameraman and stops for a minute and smiles.)

[Adam Gatner]

Well hello there my Richmond Wolfpack. What a huge event NCW has brought to a fine city. The Genocide Rumble. This is definitely my first Genocide Rumble but not my first rodeo when it comes to these matches.

Now I might not be a big fan of these types BUT I do love the challenge that comes with these types of matches. Especially the Genocide Rumble. I have EIGHTY-NINE opponents in this match. Definitely the most number of opponents I have had in this battle royale.

Now I am not going to rattle off all the opponents because that would take away time for me to prepare and trust me i want to prepare for this match. However some of my opponents i have faced off with before. Names like Enforcer, DAC, Venus Mercury, AJ Flare and others inwould expect to come after me. Most of the other combatants In this match I have never faced in this company. That's ok because I will be ready for them.

If i dont win this thing I wont be mad because like I have said the odds are definitely stacked against me but that doesnt mean that I wont stop trying to win.

To close this message i say to the other eighty-nine I say good luck because with the Genicide Rumble you will truly need it just like I will truly need it. WOLFPACK LET ME HEAR YA HOWLLLLLL!!!

(Adam goes back to preparing for the match as Of Wolf and Man by Metallica plays to commercial.)

end Rp.

[thedeathbringer]

Act 1: The Darkness or the Light?

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
Martin Luther King, Jr.


The scene opens on the beautiful home of Sephiroth du Lac. The house was quiet, but the wind seemed to be blowing strong outside the old manor house. A light snow had fallen through the day and now lay gently all around the grounds that belonged to the home. The smell of what could be decay and vanilla seemed to drift on the air, as the soft lights that came from the lights cast shadows along the floor. The walls were done in a dark oak wood and the floors matched. Deep red floor runners ran down the center of the floors keeping dirt from being tracked further into the house, only to run to the stairs and up them. We hear the sound of glass breaking and a sound of a scream before the slamming of a door is heard and footfalls along with the sound of clinking metal from what could be a pair of spurs. We see Denise walk down the stairs dressed in her usual black attire. The front of her shirt had a picture of a red rose on it, and her dark leather pants seemed to cling to her hips as if she had been poured into the pants. Her boots were polished and the spurs clinked along the floor as she walked down the stairs and into the sitting room where the smell of a fireplace filled the air, as the warmth of the flames is felt. We see Seph sitting on a high backed deep red velour antique chair in front of the fireplace. Denise steps beside him and stares into the flames.

Seph: I was wondering when you would come down to speak with me.

Denise: I shoved Sothren out the window.

He smirks as he stares into the flames knowing he more than likely did something to deserve it.

Seph: What did he do to deserve it?

Denise: He said I was weak. He kept pushing me until I figured I needed to do something about him. I shoved him out the window and he may or not be dead...

Seph: Loving someone isn't weak. It's something that most of us will never know. You have loved and lost before as I have. But what you have with Ambros seems to be something more.

Denise: I love him no matter what happened to him. I've stuck with Ambros through everything. I have to free him from whatever they've done to him...

She sighs as she turns and looks at him.

Seph: What are you willing to do to get him back?

Denise: Anything that I have to. I need a favor from you... I need to open the door.

Seph looks at her with a raised eyebrow.

Seph: You do know that if you go through that door there is a chance that you will not come back the same.

Denise: I don't care. I will cross into the darkness and do whatever it takes to free him.

Seph: You might not care about him the same way if you do go in there. But...

He pulls out a key from around his neck, and sighs handing it to Denise.

Seph: But I cannot stop you.

Denise takes the key and heads out of the sitting room, and heads into the kitchen. She opens the basement door, and heads down into the darkness with the old wooden stairs squeaking under her feet as she descends. She soon reaches the bottom of the steps and walks along the old stone floor with her boots clicking along it. Soon Denise stands at the door with the locks covering it. She holds the key in her hand as Seph's words echo in her ears.

Seph: The darkness beyond that door can change one into something that they do not want to become. The light and love that you hold now might not be there for Ambros if you do this...

Denise sighs holding the key tighter in her hand as her mind starts to drift to thoughts of Ambros...

The scene changes to the backstage area of an arena. Denise walks along the hallway and stops at a door. She opens it seeing man she had never seen before. She blushes slightly. The young man with short blond hair and silver reflective shades clad in tight black leather pants unbuttoned exposing his stomach as he was still dripping wet from using the shower as a leather tench coat hung on a coat hanger.

Denise: I'm sorry... I must have have the wrong room...

The man looks at her for a moment stunned by the strange woman's beauty especially her piercing warrior eyes. He turns to finish buttoning up his pants.

Ambros: Who were you looking for?

Denise: I was looking for my brother Leon Dread... I'm Denise De'Vil...

Ambros: I'm Ambros Nocturne. I know Dread along with Necra.

She just smiles as the scene changes once again.

Denise (Voice Over): The night we met was the beginning of it all. I had never seen him, or heard of him. It a simple mistake... But the best mistake I ever made in my life.

The scene changes to what appears to be a bar somewhere in New York. Glass had been shattered in the front of the bar, and a few bodies were laid out. They still breathed but were knocked out. Denise smiles as she sees Ambros standing in the middle of a group of guys, only to have them all get all laid out.

Denise: I guess you didn't need my help after all.

Ambros: I'm not used to fighting with someone watching my back. But I appreciate it, we make a good team.

She smiles and takes his hand in hers. She blushes slightly as she looks around, and they walk out through the window.

Denise: We better get out of here before the police come.

Ambros: Agreed, they really don't like me anyways.

He takes off with Denise as the sirens draw closer. She laughs as they run to her Harley that sat in front of the bar and soon take off into the night. 

Denise (Voice Over): The perfect team, in every sense of the word. We watched each others backs, and kept the other safe when we faced the odds. We didn't think anything of it at the time... But perfect harmony was in the making.

The scene changes once again, and we see Denise and Ambros spending the night together laying side by side by a lake. The sound of crickets break the silence along with a loon.

Denise: I love you Ambros.

Ambros stares out not really seeing anything but never feeling such joy in his life.

Ambros: I love you Denise, you have actually gave my life meaning besides combat.

Denise: I haven't felt this way in a long time. You have my soul, and my heart... Always.

Ambros: My soul, my heart, my very life is yours.

Denise rolls over on her side and looks deep into his eyes before kissing him deeply. 

Denise (Voice Over): In the quietness of the world we would spend hours enjoying each others company. Learning about the other, and he experiences that we had. The profession of love and how much we cared for the other was said often and meant. The love remains no matter how far apart we are.

The scene changes once again to her sitting by his side after being injured in a match. She smiles through the pain that she felt and looks over at Ambros.

Denise: I'll be fine, nothing that a few hours won't heal.

Ambros: Want me to rip their limbs off?

Ambros ask gently resting his hand on her shoulder.  Denise smiles and shakes her head.

Denise: No, they'll be dealt with. I just want you here with me.

Ambros: I'm not going anywhere.

Denise takes his hand as the scene changes.

Denise (Voice Over): Injuries will always be a common thing, but neither of us left the others side. A slight injury on me and he would threaten those that did it just to keep me safe, but then again, I would do the same for him.

The scene changes to the night they were married in the middle the ring. The crowd screams in approval as Denise is handed a bouquet of flowers by Joann. Necra and Katsa stand beside her as her maid of honor and bridesmaid. Ambros smiles at her happier than he has ever been in his life. He stood gazing at her his heart filled with joy. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Baalz stood before them as Denise smiles softly with so much joy and love. He gently held her hands and couldn't help but place a soft kiss on her hands. They exchange their vows as the crowd erupts into loud cheers once again as they kiss as man and wife.

Denise (Voice Over): The day we married I was the happiest I have ever been. The love that moved between he and I that night filled the arena with a feeling of joy. I looked out and saw people wiping away tears as I did. Flashes from cameras and phones from all over the arena nearly blinded us but what a night. The night we said I do soul bonded us together. That feeling will never disappear, no matter what she has done to my Ambros. He has my heart, and my soul, my light, my life, as I have his.

The scene changes back to the basement where she stood in the darkness before the door covered in locks. She steps back from the door and shakes her head as something pounds on the door from the other side as if it wanted to be set free. She looks at the key and smiles.

Denise: This isn't the way. It never has been.

Denise turns and walks back up the stairs. She reaches the top of the stairs and heads into the kitchen once again. She heads into the sitting room, and sees Seph now watching the big screen TV. He seems to have a smirk on his face as she walks into the room. She steps in front of him, and dangles the key in front of him.

Denise: Here.

Seph: You didn't open it?

Denise: No. I realized I didn't need it. Everything has changed, and right now we could use someone like you... Like you use to be. Thanks for everything Seph. Take care of yourself.

Denise walks out of the sitting room and heads for the front door. She grabs her helmet and walks out into the late afternoon. She heads into the massive garage and hits a button turning on the lights revealing rows upon rows of cars and other vehicles. She grabs the black Harley and hits another button, opening the garage door. The Harley roars to life and soon heads out into the late afternoon as the scene fades to black.



Act 2: Got to have Faith

The scene opens on a long stretch of road somewhere in the Virginia countryside. The night had come on quickly and the sounds of the night filled the air. The long stretch of road was empty but soon a beam of light is seen along the road. The sound of nothing was broken by the sound of a loud engine, moving along the road and soon we see the same black Harley that belonged to Denise. The rider moves along the long stretch of road, and soon a large lake soon appears. A few picnic tables are scattered around and now empty for the winter season. The rider soon turns off the bike and soon removes the helmet revealing that it was Denise underneath. She runs a hand through her hair and takes a deep breath taking in the fresh cool air. She climbs off of the bike, and walks toward one of the picnic tables.

Denise: Genocide... What can one really say that hasn't already been said by everyone else. I'm going into this match for one reason and one reason only. To take care of Apocalypse! You see everyone else has either touched on them, or barely said anything, but they have two people that I care about. You see when Anna took Ambros and my wedding ring, I went through a lot and now after realizing I have what it takes to get them back I'm ready for anything that they can throw at me. You see Anna I might be the only that will be left standing and when it comes down to it, I will put every last one of you over the top and not think twice about what I'm doing. It's time to put you in your place and take back what is rightfully mine. I've stood through everything for the longest time on my own. Do you think this is going to be any different for me? You are nothing more than a little wannabe bitch that has out lived any usefulness to anyone. Once I take back Ambros and Katsa the others will drop you like a bad habit. I've always over come the odds and I will do it again. Bring everything that you have into the middle of that ring, and show me that your win, and what happened to Ambros was nothing more than a little bit of luck. Your powers are not as good as you think they are. I might not have any special powers but I have something that you don't... I have Ambros's heart. You have a shell, a husk of what he really is.

She moves past the picnic tables and heads out toward the dock. She soon reaches the same lake that we had seen earlier. Denise stands on the pier that had been placed out over the edge of the lake. The night was still and a cool breeze moved across the water. The cold didn't seem to bother her as she looked out over the water watching the water ripple ever so slightly as the moon shined high above her. The waves ebb and flow rhythmically. The waters slowly part as a figure clad in black starts to step out of the water a tall imposing figure. Long raven black hair . Piercing blood red eyes shimmer and glow. Denise looks toward the water and watches the figure move toward her. The figure steps out without a single drop of water on it. As the moons shines over him the visage is revealed to be Darkson.

Darkson: Greetings daughter.

Denise: Hello. It's such a beautiful night... You know Ambros and I came out here and spent the entire night together... Lost in love... I wish he was here with me now...

Darkson: I'll try not to be disturbed hearing about my son's sex life. I am glad you brought him joy. In my efforts to make him strong I merely made him suffer. A fact I will eternally regret. I am glad you have brought him joy. It also infuriates me that I can not enter the ring and help rescue my children. I hate being so trapped.

Denise: He has forgiven you for what you did. But now I don't know what to do. I went to see Venus and we managed to touch his mind.... But he's trapped, and I don't know what to do to bring him back.

Darkson: He isn't lost or missing he is a captive. You will not find a prisoner. You must free the prisoner. The only way I can think of is by destroying his captive. While Genocide is dangerous and you will be dealing with 89 other people. The bright side is you have all of Apocalypse in one ring. Fish in a barrel if you will. You have the opportunity to destroy them in on fell swoop.

Denise nods leaning against the railing.

Denise: I plan on taking each and every one of them down. I know they have the numbers but I have love on my side. Even if he doesn't remember what we have. I do. The fire that has been deep within me is stronger than I have ever felt before.

Darkson: I can only imagine the horrors they subjected him to to break his will so thoroughly. Probably a mix of torture, spells, and drugs. He never did well with any type of drug.

Denise: They had to do something to him to break him. I love him no matter what. Anna is using him to get to me. All she has is a shell of who he truly is.

Darkson: The creature she is using to taunt you is a mobile prison holding Ambros. You will break the bars and set him free. I know you will.

Denise: I'm just not sure how. I've seen the prison in his mind thanks to Venus. When we were in his mind I felt another helping us. Was it you?

Darkson: No it was not. It might have been Miho. He is a strong telepath although he doesn't like to mention it. he might be able to help you.

Denise folds her arms in front of her, as she stares out at the water.

Denise: Perhaps... But it was powerful. It was a positive feeling a bright light that gave me strength and hope. Right now I'll need it considering Katsa is under their power too... Dread isn't going to let that go that easy. Katsa I can get back easier then Ambros...

Darkson: Perhaps it was Katsa's subconsciousness. It is very hard to control her. Much akin to trying to catch a rainbow in a butterfly net.

Denise: She might be playing along with them... Trying to keep it on the down low. They might have power but they're not the smartest bunch.

Darkson: Her mind is pure chaos and lust. Even if they control part of her you can't control all her

Denise: That's what I figured. Maybe just maybe there is a little light there... But I'm going to do everything that I can to get them both back with us. No matter what I have to do.

Darkson: I may not be able to fight anymore but I can guide you.

Denise: And that is what I need.

Darkson: You will free him, do not give up hope. Also visit Miho he may be able to help as well.

Denise: I will. I'm going to do everything that I can to free him and Katsa. I can't give up now. Nor will I. He has my heart and I have his.

Darkson leans down giving her forehead a fatherly kiss. 

Darkson: Bring my children home daughter, it has been too long since we all were united at once.

Denise smiles and nods, feeling warm through her body.

Denise: I will. And no one is going to stop me.

Darkson: I know, I couldn't love you any more even if you were my own blood. Find them and save them. And make Apocalypse bleed.

Her eyes flash a red before shifting back to their normal deep blue eyes.

Denise: I plan on it. This is the end of them all. The Darkside will prevail. We are here and there is nothing that anyone can do to stop us. Apocalypse can try all they want but it will never be enough.

Denise turns and walks back to the end of the pier and then turns to say something to Darkson once again, but he's already gone. She sighs and shakes her head.

Denise: Just like the old man. I know others have spoken and I have to say that I was surprised that Thayne has come back. He held the Bloody Hardcore Title for as long as he could, and I am impressed. But now you have 89 others to fight against to get to the big one. I'm not going to let you get there that easy. I will stand and I will fight to get what I want. If that means I have to dig deep down and put you over the top then so be it. I'm not letting anyone else take it away from me... Not now. Don't take it personally it's just the way things are at the moment. In another time we could have been friends, allies, possibly team mates. But now it will come down to who wants the title that much more.

She smiles as her boots click along the wooden planks. The cold breeze that moved along the water chilled her a bit as she stops looking out once again.

Denise: Tyler you have your work cut out for you don't you? Not only do you have everyone trying to take the title away from you, but you also have your own team mates coming at you. I've seen the look in Fathi's eyes and he is a man that is willing to go as far as he has to, to get his hands on your title. Tell me Tyler can you handle that? Knowing that you have to face them all to keep it in your hands just a little longer must be hard on you. Will you keep it? Or will you bend a knee to your so called leader? I mean you've seen the look in his eyes before haven't you? And you know he's not the only one that will be fighting, and clawing to the top to get what you have in the end.

She lowers her head for a moment but lifts it up smiling all the while.

Denise: Necra Emily, Joanne, Venus we are all on the same side. We are all part of the same family no matter what happens. But only one of us can walk away with the title in hand. I know that you will all stand against those that come against you, even if that person is me. I will stand and I will fight to get to the end, no matter what I have to do. This is where it all ends for Apocalypse. I don't care which one of us takes the others out, but leave Anna to me. I'm not done with her not yet. I know we will not stand together in this one, but we all do what we need to do to put them all down. Lexi, Chad you can shove your heads up your asses and keep them up there instead of stepping into the middle of the ring for this one. Neither one you have shown any worth to anybody. You have failed on every account never managed to take any titles for yourself, and I'm making sure that you don't get anything now. I know there are others, but I think I have made my point to everyone in this match. I'm not going to back down no matter what you do to try and stop me. I'm going to fight from start to finish. I have nothing to lose but everything to gain. You got to have have faith, love, and hope in this match. This is the fight that I've wanted. The Deathbringer comes and she comes for thee! See you soon and good luck, you're going to need it.

She smiles as she continues along the old wooden planks with her spurs and heels clicking along. She reaches the end of the pier and soon back to where the picnic tables just outside the entrance. Denise moves along the ground quickly to the Harley that is waiting on her. She grabs the helmet from off of the seat and puts it on her head, and sits on the bike, before it roars to life. The once darkened area is soon abalzened with white light. She soon pulls off and heads off down the long stretch of road as the scene fades to black.

[Thund3rEnigma]

The Cameras point to a Junk Yard where Cletus is seen looking for something .



Cletus The Bum
So I am at this year scrap medal looking for all the hopes and glories of all the NCW Superstars and Bitches int he back that are in the Genocide Rumble. This will be an understatement I am going to win the match end of story no questions ask do step your asses to the back of the line. 

[Thund3rEnigma]

Delilah is seen at a local arbys trying  ro find where Cletus is. She looks around the parking lot calling his name and then begins to speak.



Delilah The Bumtress
Where the hell is Cletus? Ah well he probably be out at that damn junkyard again trying to cut a promo of his own but this year is the year of the Bumtress and know one is going to take this away from me. Not even my husband. I need to win The Genocide Title.  So yall  better recognize who your superior is My husband will not stand in my path and nor will any of you.


Delilah Taunts the cameras as the cameras fade to black.

[Thund3rEnigma]

Lukas is seen  In the backl locker room area pacing around  in the locker room.


Lukas Liger
I hope Eduardo isn't thinking of winning this match on his own. I must help him win and become the Genocide Rumble  Eh who am I kidding he will hog all of my spotlight I must not let my brother win. I must not let anyone win. Eduardo you better not think you are going to win this is every man for themselves and I intend to win The Genocide plans and leaving me behind in the ditch I am going to do that to you Eduardo and no one on the ncw roster better get in my way. Mark my words I will win and there is not a damn thing that anyone can do to stop me.


Lukas laughs evilly as the cameras fade to black

[lw]

<theres a roaring heard through the streets as a long black three-wheeled custom handbuilt motorcycle with a sidecar goes through town looking for the building that houses yet another fed he's been hired by .... he pulls in looking around and sees a a professionally designed sign on the door ... his eyes takes it in with a chuckle as this place seems to be a real fed .. he hoped the promised TV was better than local access cable like most of the fly by night places hes stopped at along the way seemed to be.

he arrived late as he had duties to finish elsewhere but at his age and experience there wasn't much of anything in the world of wrestling that was new to him and he sighed and walked through the doors to sign contracts and get the lay of the land >



<he walked out of the offices feeling a little more secure as this place wasn't full of greenhorns has-beens neverwas's and that was just the backstage and executives .. For the actual talent he had a DVD of last weeks matches that he asked for .... he jumped on his bike roaring off to the furnished apartment wondering how long this would'd last and who was who in the ring finding it he looked the apartment overseeing it wasn't the Ritz but it wasn't a roach trap trailer parked behind the filming studio either much to his visible relief he lit a cigar and began unpacking what moments and such hed bother to keep in his almost 3o years of wrestling



<he hung pictures of him and various other wrestlers from UCI WCF and other places however over the fireplace he hung a square glass case that had a long arm cast that was signed with a big purple handprint and a sorry scrawled on it ... that was his trophy from fighting that insane monster is known as ultimate destroyer ... he was a replacement as his original opponent ran off 2 minutes before the match and he made the mistake of saying "yeah I'll do it " when volunteers were asked for


luckily all that was broken was his arm as he had the hell beaten out of him for about 5 minutes before the ref called the match...

HE actually came to see him in the hospital and wrote on the cast..... and a strange friendship was formed as it was his newly granted duty to well take care of the big guy ... simply because he could get through to the big guy without getting splatted like a bug on a windshield but then he retired and the fed closed down so he was blowing around here and there until he landed here


<having finished the housekeeping he popped the DVD in and watched the highlights show of the last card and not seeing too much he hasn't before although It was a good card that could use tightening here and loosening there and he was writing things down in a notebook to pass along to the executive crew just to be helpful

He pulled out the number he drew earlier and wasnt impressed but he was there to put on his usual lesson in wrestling and just make a debut ..... looked up and he saw it was 9 o clock and his coke was flat and his rum bottle was empty and the pizza cold letting him know it was time for bed cause there much to do for tomorrow >

[bondic]

(Off Camera)



The scene opens with Brian sitting on his motor bike, it’s a Harley special edition pan head. He spent a lot of time rebuilding this bike and it is his favorite. The Colorado sky is bright and it’s a warm January day. He thought it would be good to go riding today and almost forgot the camera man was going to arrive when he did. He is dressed in leather riding gear and has his usual smirk on his face in spite of losing to Johnny, after all Brian has beaten men like him all these times and this time it made him happy and he had nothing to prove. There has been so much going on in his personal life that wrestling has been on the back burner for the last half of 2019. This is 2020 and this is the rebirth of a Legacy. Brian Fucking Kennedy is going to come back this year harder than he ever has. After being booked in this Genocide match Brian decided that he was going to make sure that him and Fathi where going to hold the NCW World Tag Team Titles and that Brian was going to make sure that he won the B.A.M.F. Title and that The Revolution going to make history in NCW. Reb was really getting under his skin, it does not matter if he was the longest reigning champion or not, Brian made the impact that would shake the very foundation and it did, He held the Tag Titles with Fathi and at the same time has his sights set on winning the B.A.M.F. Title. This Genocide match didn’t matter to Brian. Winning this match or even coming in the top 5 wouldn't help him gain his goals any quicker. Actually, winning would do the opposite. Brian has already heard what his partner and the challengers had to say, Brian was used to hearing the same old trash that Avery and her partners had to say. Brian has some pent-up rage that he needs to let out, the problem is he was back in to a bad habit, this habit was one that would and could end up screwing up his entire career and his life. Brian started his relationship with Mal and still was seeing Katie on the side. This is not where it gets bad, it’s the fact that Katie was using Coke, and that was Brian’s only and deepest and darkest problem and secret. Katie wanted Brian to relapse and fall back in to that crowd, wrestling was the same rush, that’s why Brian was getting to the point where it seemed all he cared about was staying out of the Lime Light. If Katie got her way, Brian would go back to selling drugs and living that life that almost costed him his career in 2009 and then again in 2014. He was getting to the point where he was free, and finally able to walk away from that life and focus on his wrestling career



This is where Scott walked back in to his life for the third time, Brian hit his low and Mal did not know who else to go to. Brian needed people he could trust if he wanted to get back on to the top of this business like he was before in UHW, 450 SCW and PWO, he needed a team and people that would push him to gain that look he had, that hunger. Andrew, Fathi, Frosty and Tyler had it right, Brian lost sight of what he really wanted when he started this business, now it may be too late. Brian already was on his own in GFW and is looking to end his contract there, since it seemed that Brian only had NCW left to focus on. He has a few huge secrets that he was waiting to let out on the next Assault



(On Camera)





He smirks a sinister grin across his face, Brian is ready to make sure that NCW feels the old Brian, the one who won the PWO and UCW World Title and the UHW Titles in his past, but this time he is going to make sure he starts at the bottom, beating each and every person he faces in singles action, He has yet to be pinned in SCW for over a year, and since signing in NCW. That was the changing point for Brian. Things in his personal life went to shit and his career has felt the wrath of his life outside the ring. He didn’t lose any Titles. But now people think he lost the edge he has had since his first match.



So, this is where it all leads for the beginning of 2020. A sort of rumble match where you get a Title shot according to where you end. I'll be honest. This match has no bearing on where I am going this year or what I am going to do. Nor will this match define what Thug Revolution stands for. I don't give two shits what anyone has to say in that locker room. I mean it. I have listened to the bull shit Avery has had to say. Along with the rest of that side show has had to say. You want to claim that the locker room wants to put an end to The Revolution? I say bring it. Bring all you got then go get some more help and bring it again. I have had bigger and better try. Guess what? They all failed to achieve the goal of putting Brian Fucking Kennedy to an end.


You know, I have to say that tagging is a lot different than singles wrestling. You know why? Because you have to trust your partner, now, I know you have so called friends in this match with you. Honestly think about it, when it comes down to it will you each put your body on the line? Your career? I do that no matter the match I am in, I am willing and able to put my career on the line to perform to the standards I have set for The Revolution, that’s why I have a partner like Frostbite and like Fathi, since joining The Revolution we have taken what we want and defeated everyone in our paths, this is where you two misfits come along. Wanting to talk about me and why I am the Living Legend!



Avery, one of your partners decided that because I have the label of The One-man Apocalypse that I am a dick and worthless when it comes to a team mate, maybe I am an ass hole, I maybe be above you and you know it and that's why you and Rene always has my name in your mouths? I don’t know, all I know if the shoe fits, wear it. I been called worse by better people! Now, do we really think you envy us? Yes, why? Because you have done everything in your power to make us look bad and when in reality you made us look that much better, you see, we do not need props to make us look good, we come on camera and say what we have to say and leave. You want to go Stat for Stat against me? You're not on my level and I would not waste my time, you see. Rookie mistakes like you are going for the fucking Titles talk. Let's talk about this Genocide match and stay on topic. I do not have time to play the games with you two jobbers… There are a lot of others in this match. Also, others that actually would be a threat to us. We all know you fall short when it comes to the NCW Tag Team Titles



As for wanting the World Title handed to me? That’s fine I can earn it, I honestly don't have my sights set on the top title of this company. I have no desire to take anything from one of my Brothers. I know. It's shocking. I want another shot at Johnny. I really have no real tag competition for the tag titles anyways. I wanted to make it known I never lost that title, Johnny won that battle, the war is far from over. I think you should learn quickly what the rules of this business is. World Titles mean nothing in Tag Team Matches, this is the big times boys, you better get ready while you can. Because come game time The Truth Hurts and its nothing that you should cry over. Get used to being stepping stones to the stars, because ladies and gentlemen, that’s what you all are. Avery, I am going to say this one time and one time only, if I where you I would rethink what you said about stopping me. Just like I have said many times over, I am going to rise back to the top of the singles division in this business and NCW is my new stomping grounds, I will reclaim what is rightfully mine and I will also make sure that if you want to try and play with the big dogs, like a flame, I will be your water and put you out, for good if I have too.



He grows silent, the monster that Fathi was wanting to see has been brought back out. The only problem is Brian is being driven by madness now and the man everyone knew was gone, Brian has become the one thing he did not want to become, just like his uncle who was in the business. He wanted to prove so bad that he could be the best that Titles meant nothing to him now, Fathi, nor did anyone else know that Brian was possessed by something that everyone gets when they want something bad enough, that’s a form of greed, not for Titles, but for the power, the respect and the fame that comes along with the all of them.



Do me a favor both of you, the next time you decide to use the peoples time to say something about this upcoming match, make sure you are not sounding like peat and repeat because both of the promos sounded like the same thing just worded different, and this is the time you want to shine, because The Revolution is going to by-pass you and move right on towards the top. I promise this, and as for the new member, we will announce who it is on the next Assault, until next time, here take this.



He tosses a pen and paper towards the camera and it smacks the lens.



Write what you two want to say and practice it real hard and be original about it, because I do not want a third promo where you talk about the last show and wishing you could be better than the best fucking faction in this business, Thug Revolution.



Many hate us, some love us, none oppose us. But, for real. Don’t take it personal, it's just good business. The Truth Hurts! One last thing I wanted to make sure I addressed. I can’t remember, mainly because the person who said it means nothing to me. They are about the size of a flea to me in my life. I am not, nor would I ever need to ride Tyler's coat tails. I made my fucking name in this business with my blood, sweat and tears. Trust and believe. I will show you all in this Genocide match. Because if I do win it. I won’t be cashing my win in for the Pinnacle Title or any other. Johnny, you have a target on your back. Might do you good to watch your front. Because I’m no bitch. I’m coming straight for you and you know it. You been warned son.



*fades*

[thenewcsa]

"A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free state
, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed."
-2nd Amendment of the United States Constitution-

*the camera falls on an exterior shot of the city of Richmond Virginia on a beautiful crisp day. A large crowd is assembled near the capitol building as a game show like announcer resounds over the broadcast*

Announcer: WELCOME TO JOHNNY REBS FIRST ANNUAL BOOGALOO EXTRAVAGANZA!!! AND NOW HEEEEERRRRRREEEEEEEESSSS JOHNNY!

*With that the camera then fades in with Johnny Reb standing in the middle of a group of screaming and enthusiastic fans holding an NCW microphone. His hat is a replica Southern General's hat, a black Harley Davidson leather jacket drapes over his t-shirt which reads "Black Guns Matter" emblazoned with an AR-15 on it. His jeans are nice and worn as his black cowboy boots. shine with silver spurs. He smiles big and broad his sunglasses reflecting the alabaster buildings in the square and the bright sun as the group mixed with young, old, black, white and latino all cheer him on. Johnny looks back giving them a quick thumbs up only to turn back. Allowing the cheering to go on a bit longer as he just nods proudly finally he holds up his hands and smiles.*

J.R.: I know I know. Y'all settle down now, I ain't the goddamned president. This is real hair.

*The crowd cheers once more but ultimately settles letting Johnny speak as he grins big and wide staring into the camera beaming.*

J.R.: Well, well, well, guess who's back in the OLD DOMINION STATE!!!

*The crowd cheers as Johnny basks for a moment in the cheers of the crowd. Raising his arms as if wafting the praise into him. Before dropping his arms and continuing.*

J.R.: That's right, boys and girls. Your ol' pal Johnny Reb is in the capitol of the south. Richmond, Virginia and we're live. That's right some dumb sombitch gave this good ol' boy a mic and we're comin' to you in the middle of the Second Amendment rally here right in front of the state's capitol. That's right and we're havin a helluva good time. We got signs, we got veterens, we got beer! Hell this is the way to protest am I right, y'all?!

*The crowd cheers loudly as a few hold up their beers and protest signs waving and carrying on for the camera's Johnny raises his beer and tilts it back having a sip before turning back to the camera.*

J.R.: Alright! So, I know what y'all are thinkin'. Johnny, what are you doin' there? Ain't you from Georgia? And the answer is hell yeah I'm from Georgia. Born and bred but I got a good friend who's sittin' in the hospital wishin' like hell he was fit enough to get his ass up here and stick a boot in Governor Northam's ass!

*The crowd cheers at the remark as Johnny just nods and smiles regretfully*

J.R.: Sadly he's stuck there but don't you worry, Colonel, I'm still here to fight the good fight and stand with my brothers and sisters for the rights our forefathers sought to protect!

*The crowd cheers hanging on his every word as he salutes the camera like a soldier and and then continues.*

J.R.: Now, sadly that ain't the only reason your ol' pal Johnny Reb is stuck here in Richmond goodness no. You see this week is Genocide, bay-bee! And you know what that means. Ol' Johnny's got to do his duty and kick not one... not two, not even five asses but all the ass of the entire NC-dubya locker room!

*the crowd cheers as Johnny holds his hands up settling them down.*

J.R.: That's right people ol' Johnny Reb is fightin' ready. He's gonna take on the entirety of Allura's little playplace and you know what? I'm gettin' ready to whoop everyone's ass. Hell even you spooky. Now, I know your watchin' this and I know we are friends. It'll break my heart to bust your face open but hey they say "all's fair in love and war" and well I love ya but we warrin' now ain't we? And I'm sure there will be some moments thqat I'll regret later but right now this good ol' boys focused! Which brings me to some of the other people that's gonna poke their nose into my gall dern business. Startin' with the Champ himself!Hey Tyler!!!

*The crowd cheers as he mentions Tyler Cross and Johnny just smiles before leaning really close to the microphone so the sound of his breathing becomes heavy.*

J.R.: It's me again, Margaret.

*The crowd begins to chuckle and laugh as he continues pulling to a safe distance from the mic.*

J.R.: That's right son first off congratulations on movin' up in the world. Y'all done come a long way since we kicked each others ass the first time. Hat's off to ya, son. But, you done done it now cause guess what? Y'all done painted a big ol' bullseye right on yer ass there. And guess what Faithi, Fatima, chicken fajita, whatever the hell his name is and ol' Backpack himself. Well, they done gone and decided that nows the time to change the peckin' order ain't it? Yer all alone, boy, and you know what that means? Paybacks a bitch, son, now you done messed with the bull and these horns are reckonin' to split you up the middle, boy. That's right I'm gunnin' fer yer ass and when it's all said and done you can count it as not one but two times I done stripped a belt from ya, I guaran-damn-tee that!

*The crowd roars as Johnny gets fired up aggression in his voice as he starts pacing in front of them. he tilts his hat back showing more of his face as he goes on.*

J.R.: And as for you frito pie, now I know you pay attention so call yer little girl friday in the room and listen up. Listen real good cause I ain't forgotten all the trouble y'all been causin' with me and this seems as good a time as any to put my foot down yer fuckin' gullets. Y'all want that title so damn bad I want you to hear me loud and clear y'all messin with the toughest southern boy since Stonewall Jackson and I'll be god damned if I let y'all get what I deserve. So, you boys go ahead and plot and plan all you want cause come Genocide the only place y'all are gonna be headin is the Woodshed and I already got a belt that I'll use to tan yer rotten hides.

*Johnny walks over to a nearby dufflebag pulling out the NCW BAMF championship holding it high above his head before turning around and showing it to the crowd who light up electric at the sight cheering him on. Before he turns back and shelves the belt on his left shoulder holding the mic tight in his other hand.*

J.R.: Now, to the rest of y'all I got a few words too. Now, I ain't gonna go through the whole damn roster. Hell, my momma always said that when words fail fists do the talkin' but I'm gonna address y'all all the same. To the ladies in the locker room. I gotta say y'all know I love ya and it ain't nothin' personal. Joanne, little Emmy witchy witch, Hex Girl, and all the others in the back my momma always taught me not to hit women but sometimes in life you got no choice but to do yer best and thats what I'm fixin' to do come Genocide! My best! And if it ain't good enough so be it but I am gonna leave everything I have in that ring and if that means I gotta smear some yer lipstick to get what I want so be it! Now to the rest of you. And this mean to anyone dumb as fuck enough to step up and be a man and face me well you got two choices and that's nut up or shut up cause I'm bringin' my A game you got that? That means all my love, all my hate, all my blood, sweat and tears. Every cuss word I've ever known. Every prayer I ever uttered! Every cheer I ever got from every single Rebel out there I'm leavin' it all in the ring, bay-bee!

*The crowd stirs as he lets out all his passion in the words he says taking off the glases and tossing him behind them in the crowd as he squints his eyes at the camera like a hero from a western.*

J.R.: So you go ahead and step up, all ya. But just remember y'all are south of the mason-dixon line now. Y'all in my territory and these colors don't fuckin' run whether from you. The government. Iran. Russia. China. The guy sellin t-shirts on the corner. That guy in the front row with the ugly assTyler Cross Tee. I don't run from nobody!

*The crowd cheers as one of the protesters, the one with the Tyler Cross shirt begins holding it for everyone to see behind Johnny*

J.R.: So, Moms gussy up and Dads hide yer daughters The south shall rise again! Now, y'all give it up for me out there cause ya see this machine? This adonis of the South it runs on props so if yer loud and yer proud give me a REBEL YELL!!!

*The crowd begins a rebel yell that is picked up by a good amount of the crowd as Johnny wafts his hands again and loud speakers begin blaring "That's How I Like IT" by Lynard Skynard as Johnny basks in the adulations dropping the mic as it thuds loudly on the ground. He looks back at the crowd and calls for a beer. They toss two to him and he catches them one at a time. He then looks back and leans into the camera*

J.R.: And to all... a good night. Don't forget! SUPPORT 2A! See y'all genocide! Whoooo!!!

*He then walks directly into the crowd who mob him with touches and cheers as the scene fades to black.*

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