Main Event

[Allura Desmonds]

Main Event
Tag Team Match
Sephiroth du Lac and Emily Riley vs Enforcer © and Brian Kennedy ©

RP Limit: 1 Per Team or 1 Per Person
Deadline: 02/28/20 at 11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 03/01/20 at 11:59pm eastern time
Good Luck

[Emily Riley]

Act 1: Talents


"The last few days have been intense. The ritual didn't go the way I wanted it to all thanks to my cat. Now I hear not one voice, but two. My life has gone from strange to totally fucked up! What keeps me sane? Him... He's the only thing that matters to me... Now and forever"


The scene opens on the beautiful New York countryside. The late afternoon sun had started to lower in the sky sending its rays over the vast fields that could be seen as far as the eye could see. The snow had already started to melt, for another winter, but the flowers and trees had yet to start to bud out. The long stretch of road stretched out as far as the eye could see and wound itself through the town of Dunwich. The camera doesn't pick up movement let alone any lights that should be coming from the windows of the houses that were still left. The house on the hill sat above the town seemed almost too quiet in the late afternoon sun. The camera moves to the interior of the house where we see the vast foyer and the beautiful fountain that ran with red colored water from the jugs that the women held. The sound of a voice comes from upstairs from the room were we see Emily sitting with a book in her lap. The book looked old and very heavy from the leather binding from it. The pages had been yellowed with time, but nothing had faded. She turns another page, and looks down seeing what looks like a pentacle with what appears to be a demon within the middle of it.

Voice 1: That looks like fun.

Emily: What is it used for?

Voice 2: To summon demons, or servants in our case.

Voice 1: Rayne that isn't a good idea.

Rayne: Really? You know we can summon Seph by using his real name!

Emily: What do you mean real name?

Tabitha: His demonic name...

Emily: But he's a vampire, not a demon.

Rayne laughs as Emily sighs.

Rayne: Well... He is... Sort of. Its a long story. But if you use the book for the ritual we can summon him.

Emily: I guess I can try it.

Emily gets up from where she sits and starts to draw a pentagram in the middle of the floor. She grabs a little black bag and makes a circle of salt before sitting in front of it and starts to chant in a strange language as the pentagram starts to glow. In a few seconds a naked form appears in a puff of smoke. They turn around and we see the angelic face of Sephiroth du Lac. Water dripped from the ends of his long silver hair, as he looks around, seeing that he was in Emily's room.

Seph: Emily? What am I doing in your room?

Emily: ...

Seph: I was in the bath and... Emily? Emily darling... Up here.

Emily looks up at his face and smiles softly.

Emily: Sorry... I was... Ummm...

Her eyes slide back down below his waist as he sighs folding his arms across his chiseled chest.

Seph: Up here. My eyes are up here!

Emily snaps from her thoughts once again, as she gets to her feet.

Emily: I'm sorry...

Seph: The house isn't going to be happy. The water is going to damage the floor. So if you would kindly remove some of the salt...

Emily nods and takes out a small bit of the circle and he steps out.

Seph: Thank you. I don't want to be down here when the laudanum kicks in.

Emily just stares after him as he walks out of the room, and heads back toward the staircase. He passes through the sitting room where we see Denise sitting in one of the larger high backed plush chairs.  She looks up over her book and her eyes get wide.

Seph: Denise...

He walks out of the room and toward the stairs as Emily walks into the room, as Denise gets up from where she sat, and sets the book aside.

Emily: Where are you going?

Denise: To masturbate apparently!

Denise turns and walks out of the room and toward the stairs, as Emily sighs.

Rayne: Do you think she needs help?

Emily: Shut up!

She turns and walks back toward the strange room. She closes the door behind her, and sits back in the big chair that looked out the window over looking the grounds. Two reflections besides her own stared back at her in the glass of the window. Tabitha sighs, as the other reflection known as Rayne laughs.

Rayne: That was fun.

Tabitha: I have to admit... It was.

Emily: How did I do that?

Rayne: Hidden talent.

Tabitha: But there is so much more that you will learn. But you have something else that you have to focus on first.

Rayne: That's right the big match with Seph at your side.

Emily: It seems strange that we are facing off against Thug Revolution. I mean they haven't really crossed us yet.

Rayne: Are you kidding? Brian and Fathi put him out!

Tabitha: Its time to put those two down.

Emily stares out the window and a small smile starts to form on her dark lips.

Emily: Brian and Enforcer has no idea what they are getting into. I mean they have never faced anyone like him. Or me for that matter. I mean look at the titles that I have won since I've been here. I've been the Eternity Champion once and I've held the Pinnacle Championship twice. Only two of your group has managed to get your hands on it but Brian you will never see it. You see when Seph and I are together we are connected in so many ways. We are lovers, team mates, and something more than you and Enforcer will ever be or ever experience in your careers. So what if you hold one half of the tag titles? That's the only one that you will ever have. This match is the beginning of your downfall. I don't care if you bring the others out to the ring to make sure that none of our people help us. Seph and I can handle ourselves in the middle of the ring, no matter what you throw at us.

She gets up from where she sits and walks to the table that stretched across half of the room.

Emily: Enforcer you managed to win your first match, and win the Bloody Hardcore Championship. But you didn't just win it, you got lucky. But your luck has already run out. When you step into the ring with us there is nothing that you will be able to throw at us that can stop us. In just a few weeks you will have the joy, no the privilege of facing off against my boyfriend who will take your title away from you with such great joy. This match will be just a warm up and to take in what you are about and how to handle you. But this match will end in your favor. I've been with the company for a while and have watched many others like you pass through the hallowed halls of NCW. You are just another victim that stands in my path, and when all is said and done you will be left in the middle of the ring wondering where it all went wrong.

She flips through the book that sits in front of her once again, feeling the old yellow pages slip through her fingers as she flips through them.

Emily: If you think you have the fear factor going for you think again. I've faced worse and bigger than you. I'm not easily intimidated in the ring. Come at me with everything that you have but we all know that it will never be enough. I hope you know what you are getting into. This is going to be a match that you will never forget. See you soon, and good luck... You're going to need it.

Emily laughs evilly as her eyes seem to flash red before shifting back to their normal color. She stares at the camera until the scene fades to black.

[Sephiroth du Lac]

Jehovah had nothing to say to Moses
and the others about the care of the planet.
He had plenty to say about tribal loyalty and conquest.
-E.O. Wilson-

8the camera falls on the interior of Du Lac Manor more specifically the interior of the Master bedroom. The moonlight pours into the window peeling from the velvet curtains to shine upon the cherry wood floor. The fireplace casts it's light making shadows dance along the walls as there is a stirring along the four post bed. With it's heavy bed curtains draped about hiding the frames of two lovers clad in the veil of the night. Nearby on the end table a cellphone rings and long slender fingers elongated like claws rise from their slumbering rest and reach out pressing the screen and drawing it in close as a man's voice rings in the silence of the crackling logs of the fire.*

Voice: Hello?... Yes... you have what?.... I see... I'll be there shortly ... Yes, don't start before I get there. I'll handle it personally.

*With that the phone beeps silencing as the form of a man sits uup. His skin pale as the moonlight shining in the window. His hair like golden silk falling about his face as he leans over the sleeping form of the small figure beside him kissing her on the cheek. As he whispers softly.*

Voice: Duty calls, love.

*With that he raises his head revealing in the dim light Sephiroth du Lac his eyes searching the room as he stands his naked body as if chiseled in marble slowly walking to the wardrobe as he prepares for his evening sojourn.*

"Duty calls. The call of the loyal. Either to a person or ideal we all labor under the duty required of each of us. Whether to our leaders, our loves, our Gods, or our Nations. We rise with a singular purpose. and that purpose has always been loyalty. To another, to each other, or to one's self."

*The camera shows him dressing placing his tights on first in the firelight before donning his boots and a fine linen shirt in a high collar style before placing on his waistcoat shimmering with gilded barogue lace. He begins to don his cravat as the narration continues.*

"I have been loyal to many masters over the years. To King and Country. To love..."

*He looks back to the sleeping female revealing Emily sleeping soundly in his bed curled pleasantly upon the pillow and satin sheets as he smiles looking back to the mirror and continues his dressing.*

"... to the darkness itself. I have been loyal to all these things but more others have come to be loyal to me. Do you know what it's like to have so many call upon you? Rely upon you? In all those times I have made mistakes..."

*Seph looks to the window peering into the mirror at the spot as a spectral like image of a blonde woman stands looking outside her back turned to him only to slowly turn around revealing a woman pale and beautiful with a shotgun in her hand pointing it at her face with tears in her eyes.*

Woman: I still love you.

*The shotgun rings in the night as a brilliant light flashes for a moment as he grips the marble arch of the fireplace. His eyes darting madly from the corner closing revealing it was all an image in his mind. A memory long since forgotten perhaps best forgotten as he leans back tightening his cravat before turning toward the exit on his heels.*

"Had others betray such loyalties..."

*He looks up reaching for his coat before seeing another pale woman only this time with fire in her eyes clad in spanish attire. Her pale latina skin beautiful in a predatory way as she hisses at him.*

Woman 2: Come, mi amor, let me feed just once more on you!

*He stands stunned as the woman hisses drawing fangs and sharp clawlike nails lunging at him. He flinches as he closes his eyes and opens them to reveal nothing. Just another vision a haunting memory of another. Annoyedly he grabs his overcoat drawing it upon himself like a shroud of protection to keep such thoughts at bay.*

"... and I have even betrayed others myself in my quest for immortality."

*He leaves the room entering the hall and as he does he hears it and so d we a low dull noise like the buzzing of flies slowly increasing as if more began to join it a chorus of vile putrescence as a thousand voices begin stirring in his minds eye. He leans against the wooden railing as the voices assault him. Multiple screams of a thousand lost souls. A thousand victims all at once either through lies, deceit or trickery. Betrayal or Manipulation they come all at once crying for forgiveness, for justice, for some acknowledgement. A cacophony of pained voices. A hand slowly rises behind him reaching out gripping him from behind. Like a cornered animal he spins around lashing a clawed hand snarling like a beast only to reveal no one but Denise standing there curiously taken aback by the reaction.*

"But even now my loyalties are what keep me grounded. The bonds I've made everlasting between me and my soldiers."

Denise: Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.

huckles a bit uneasily reconstituting himself as he adjusts his stance from a defensive one to a more passive one feigning confidence.*

Seph: Think nothing of it. I was... merely lost in thought.

Denise: Where are you going at this time of night?

*She placed a hand on one hip sassily. He smiled in amusement but answered in a rather annoyed tone.*

Seph: Out. And that's all you need know for now, thank you.

*She folded her arms. He knew she didn't like the answer but she knew better then to question him. He liked his secrets and she was n't going to get more out of him but that. He turned back to the railing and made for the stairs hurriedly. As he reached midway he heard her call to him.*

Denise: Do you need my help?

*He stopped smiling darkly before glancing back at her his overcoat hiding his smile as he looks at her eyes shining.*

Seph: No, just stay here and tend to her. I shan't be long.

*With that he continued down as she nodded dutifully turning back to the door of her room.*

"Denise, such a good soldier. One who even now has awakened that fire of duty. That call of service once more. How long can I stay away from her need. Old habits die hard as it were. Her always getting into trouble. Me running in the valiant knight to save the day. How many times will I save them you may ask? A hundred by a hundred by a thousand more. They are my family for them they know I would shed my last breath and each of them willing to give me their last drop. That is true loyalty. That is the testament of the Darkside. Those that walk in shadow cling to each other in the dark. Do you feel such loyalty to each other, I wonder? Or do your bonds break so easily in the face of unnatural evil"

*A short while later... the camera pans to a rooftop somewhere in the city several figures clad in suits and ties and more modern apparel. A woman in black latex dress. A man in shabby disheveled clothes missing one shoe, his hair wild and untamed, a middle eastern man large and well built and woman in a beautiful red satin gown.*

Man 1: He's late. Hope he gets here so we can start the bar-b-que.

Woman 2: You called him, Hassad. Done his dirty work. Are you sure he's coming or is he still bedding that little witch of his?

*The large middle eastern man just sighs.*

Hassad: He'll be here. He wouldn't miss this.

*Suddenly the door to the roof opens and Seph steps in his coat almost cape like as he walks his head down as his hair blows in the night air. He smiles at the others his eyes shining with renewed life and light. Almost delight as he steps forward.*

Seph: Sorry about that. Let us begin the festivities.

*The five turn revealing a man strapped to a bit of duct work by chains and ropes as the five begin to smile and hassad hands Sephiroth a piece of rebar.*

"My dearest Emily and I are willing to die for one another. To bleed. To fight till our last breaths for each other. What of you both I wonder? Do you feel the same? Do you shrink from horror? From savagery? From deviltry? Do you stand steadfast at each others backs while the wolves encircle you and snap your ankles. Kennedy. Enforcer. Do you recoil at the sight of each other covered in blood. Our date with destiny is set. The clock ticks ever so adamantly at our arrive time. It is more than titles and wins. It is a test of mettle. Of what makes a man when faced with the thought of his own extinction.

*Seph leans into the man who lays crying his pale flesh covered in strange sweat. His eyes bulging at the horrors before him as the others encircle like a wolf pack and Seph kneels at his side whispering softly.*

Seph: So, your the one the primogen have chosen. Well, the latest at least. Well, how unfortunate for you. You see... I don't like rivalries and this is my town now despite what the primogen say. Now, normally I'd have you bow out gracefully and run like a dog but I can't risk some foolish crusader minded Camirilla fools thinking they'll restore the rightful Prince as if such a thing existed am I right?

Distressed man: Please... please I won't... I...

Seph: Ssshhhh, no no no... no tears no arguing. No pleas. It's unbecoming a man risen to your station.

*Seph reaches into his pocket pulling out a pack of cigerettes and placing one at his lips before waving the pack in front of the scared man.*

Seph: You know where I come from these are called Coffin nails. I would have brought an actual nail for this but Alas short notice and all that. Do you know what happens when a vampire is staked through the heart? They enter a thing called torpor. Dreadful stuff really. You see despite what you may have heard it's not death no far from it. You see it's like death. You can't move you can't breathe your heart doesn't beat but you feel everything you see everything. You hear everything. it's a form of dreadful paralysis horrible stuff really. and the whole time you pray you never see the sun because if you do. poof. up in flames. i am dreadfully sorry about this old boy. If it were up to me. Well no I can't lie to you it very much is up to me but my hands are tied. I only hope that in these last pitiful hours of your existence you remember. This isn't personal. It's just business.

*With that he raises his hand with the rebar clutched tightly in his fist the camera closes in on it and suddenly it drops as the narrator continues.*

"Enforcer I am coming for you. Bit by bit I stride toward you our destinies slowly intertwined and even now it is unclear to what horrors it shall unleash upon us both. Kennedy I envy you to dance with the devil Du Lac the songs they'll sing of both of you. The stories they'll tell of your defeat. Your immolation at the hands of my family and I. Of the horrors and plagues I bring down on you both. You face not a man and a woman. Not even lovers. But two souls destined to rule at each others side over an era of blood. We shall give it more than our all for we are bound by love that crosses oceans of time. So make your peace because in the end loyalty to each other maybe all you have."

*The camera pas a short while... later as Seph leans in lighting a cigerette on the flames of a now smoking black charred corpse as the dawn shines down on the figures on the roof. He takes a long drag from it and gives it a puff. Billowing smoke from his nostrils like a demon as the other four just stare at the form of the charred corpse a piece of rebar still sticking from it's chest. Seph tucks his hair back admiring the sun a bit before taking another long drag and tossing the butt off the rooftop. He turns to the others and waves dismissively as he walks to the rooftop door.*

Seph: When he's done toss him in the dumpster with last nights garbage. I like to keep the place tidy.

*he chuckles to himself as the others nod and he reaches for his phone.*

"But in the end despite how you might feel there is one truth you two must agree on."

*He smiles as he steps down in the dark and the door begins to shut>*

Seph: Hello, lovey, how did you sleep, darling?

*The door closes as the camera begins to fade and only one line is spoken as it fades to black.*

"The only loyalty that truly matters is to one's self."

[bondic]

Sorry its not coded i posted this from my phone


(Off Camera)

Brian is walking down South Trenton Street as a white BMW I series pulls up beside him. He stops and looks over as the window starts to roll down. He starts to pull out his Ruger SR45, then he notices who it is.

Brian: “You almost got shot.”

Scott: “That seems like it wouldn’t be too bad added to the list of shit you have going on now. Is Curt actually joining NCW?”

Brian: “Yea, along with Shiv. I thought I had gotten rid of that problem. This is going to be the test for Thug Revolution. Can we survive the war against Curtis and those on the roster that hate us.”

Scott: “I heard you and Fathi had made a deal that will shock everyone.”

Brian: “That’s true. Wait till this show. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. You’re gonna have to see it for yourself. “

Scott: “I’ll be there. Maybe its time that I start making a entrance with you.”

Brian: “You mean join up with TR?”

Scott: “No, not join TR, I mean come down with you to make sure that Curt and Shiv doesn’t get involved in your match.”

Brian shakes his head.

Brian: “Naw, we got this. Fathi will make sure no one gets involved that doesn’t belong in this match.”

Scott doesn’t like Brian’s answer this time. He knows Curtis won’t be stopped. He should know. Scott was the one that trained both Brian and Curtis. They are his little cousins and now the family war has taken a new twist. Now they are trying to end each others career. That was something that Scott didn’t like. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to get them two to get along again. Curt feels like Brian chose the gang over his family. That was what ended his short stay in UHW and he felt abandoned ever since. Brian tried to make up for it. Curt wouldn’t listen. And ever since then Brian as had to look over his shoulder wondering when Curtis would strike again.

Scott: “ Are you sure?”

Brian: “ Yeah I'm sure.”

Get in Brian. Brian gets in his cousins BMW and Scott starts to pull off. They drive the short distance to Brian's house and they pull in the driveway. They get out and they walk around to the front door Brian enters the code on the key pad that unlocks his house and they walk in. Brian takes off his hoody and tosses it onto the chair. Scott takes his leather coat off and hangs it on the coat rack. Scott watches Brian take his Ruger out and as he unloads it. He puts it inside of the cabinet beside the fridge.

Scott: “Why are you carrying again? What will happen next time Brian? Huh, please tell me.”

Brian shakes his head.

Brian: “You already know why Scott. We have been getting those calls again. So what do you expect?”

Scott knew right away what calls he was talking about. The death threats from his ex and her family. Brian wanted nothing to do with that woman or her family. But, Brian broke up with her and since then the threats have been coming then die out just to begin all over a few months later. Brian was so tired of that family always stirring up drama. This time he wasn’t just going to sit and take it. Now he would fight back.

Scott: “You know I don’t like you carrying around guns. You know what would happen if u were caught?”

Brian nod his head.

Brian: “Yea, I know. But if its going to be my life or theirs. Well I’m not ready to go yet.”

Scott shakes his head in agreement. Brian looks at his watch the camera crew was already ten minutes late. Brian looks at his older cousin and thinks to himself.

I don’t know how Scott done it. He walked away free and clear. Not only from the gang life but also his ex that was bringing him down.

Brian always looked up to Scott. Even when he turned on Scott in UHW it was only to make sure Brian wouldn’t be in his shadows his entire career. Just then his thoughts were brought to a stop as the camera crew finally arrived. Brian and Scott walk to his back porch.

(On Camera)

The scene opens with Brian and Scott smoking a blunt looking over the Colorado Foothills. You can see a eagle flying over head circling its prey. The sun is bright and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. Sweat rolls down Brian’s cheek as he wipes it away, Scott hands Brian the blunt. Brian takes a long hit and blows out the smoke slowly as he begins to speak.

Brian: “Fear factor? That’s what you really think we are focusing on in this match? You spout off your achievements like it fuckin matters when it comes to this match. It doesn’t matter that I hold one half of the tag gold in this company. Nor does it matter I retired the World title in UCW after holding it for close to a year. Yea the had a run while I was in prison but that doesn’t matter either. It also doesn’t matter that you and your lover thinks that TR will be a easy win for you. Emily, everything you said doesn’t fucking matter. Just like you don’t matter when it comes to The Revolution and our plans. You don’t hold a snow balls chance in hell when you step in the ring with a monster like me. Just like you claim that Enforcer and I haven’t ever faced off with a challenger like the two of you. The same can be said about the two of you. What this match is going to come down to Is how relevant are you to this company. And how relevant will the to view be in this match.”

He smirks as he keeps talking.

Brian: “Seph, have you ever danced with the devil by the pail moon light? You really think blood and gore intimidates me in the least? You are some sort of stupid if you think anything will keep me from coming for your blood, I wanna take a warm bath in it. Savor the life fluid that I will make leak from your body. You see Seph, I’m a twisted fuck like you are. So to think you can spout off some sort of Stephen King novel and make it fit to what you wanna put in for this match will make me skip a beat. Your mistaken. You bumped your head and the pit bull of dumbness done grabbed your leg and refuses to let you go. Because all you done was make me and my cousin here laugh at your pathetic attempt of a scare tactic.”

He pauses for a moment to take a few hits of the blunt and looks deep into the camera. All the jokes and play time is over and you can see it written all over Brian’s face.

Brian: “Listen, you might wanna rethink your strategy here. Try something better. Try harder. Wait!”

He takes a pen and pad of paper. Holding it up so the writing can be seen on the cover. It reads.

Notes to shit talk against TR

Brian: “Here take this pen and pad. Go home and watch some scary movies. Read a few books and then come with something better than a fuckin 5th grader would come with and actually put some bass in your voices then try again. Because you two look like some emo garbage wanna bes. You’re a joke to us and when we face off we are going to teach you both a lesson.”

He smiles a sinister smile.
Brian: “Don’t take it personal. Its just good business.”

The scene fades to a TR logo.

[enforcer]

*Scene*

::As 6:36a.m as the sun is just coming out Enforcer walks into Mike’s Diner of Brooklyn in a black hoodie and black shorts.. He walks over to the counter and takes a seat.::


Waitress:Hey Anthony. How goes it?


Enforcer:Everything is going well, Christina. Just got in a run and now I need some damn food. How are things with you?


Christina:Same old, same old. Kids, work, stupid husband.


Enforcer:Your husband is always stupid. You need to find you a man in mensa.


Christina:I know, right? Unfortunately I love the man I got. Brains or not.



Enforcer:Always works out that way. I am sure Justice would say the same thing about me.


Christina:There is no doubt about that.


Enforcer:How can you be so sure?


Christina:She tells me everytime she comes in here.


::Enforcer and Christina starts laughing.::


Christina:What can I get you?


Enforcer:Let me get the waffles and two eggs over easy. Black coffee and a glass of water,please.


Christina:You got it.


::Christina walks away as Enforcer looks out the window of the diner. He sees a man sleeping on a bus bench. A junkie walking down the street like a zombie. A mother walking with her young child by her side. Enforcer turns back around.::



Enforcer:It never gets easier to see the people of the city I love like this.


Christina:You know it’s like this in every damn town. You’ve always been a realest and been able to look at things objectively. Plus you have done your part and given back to this community.


Enforcer:I know but I wonder what else I could do?


Christina:You’ll know what’s right.


Enforcer:Many might be confused of my latest actions of joining Thug Revolution. I’ve been told I have betrayed my family but what those who say that don’t understand is I did this for my family. To make this world a better place. To fight side by side with people will get results. The entire world knows I will do anything to get the results I want to. So, when Fathi approached me with this proposal of joining the ranks of Thug Revolution I had to pinch myself thinking this was too good to be true. I knew what I had to do. I knew I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. Now, I stand along side people who actually stand for something. People who get results and obtain championships. By the time our objective is in full swing we will have reached corner of the globe.


::Christina brings over Enforcer’s coffee and glass of water.::


Enforcer:Thanks, Christina. Now, I am teaming up with Thug Revolution’s own, co holder of the NCW World Tag Team Champions, Brian Kennedy. I have kept tabs on Brian’s career from a far and have a tremendous amount of respect for his skill set, respect for his results, in the ring, and what he stands for as a man. I know when he and I step into the ring against the beauty and the beast without a shadow of a doubt he is going to have my back to the fullest. Because that is just the kind of man Brian is.



::Enforcer pours creamer into his coffee and takes a sip of his coffee.::



Enforcer:Throughout my career I have always proved my worth. Which is why I became a champion here in NCW in only my second match with the company. The championship that I wear proudly everytime I walk out to the ring. The NCW…….



::Enforcer puts his right index finger and thumb over the bridge of his knows as he thinks of the name of his championship.::


Enforcer:What is the name of that damn championship? I could have sworn I was looking at the belt just a few weeks ago, I think.


Christina:It’s the Bloody Hardcore championship.


Enforcer:Bloody Hardcore championship. That’s it. Great memory, Christina. How did you remember that?


Christina:Well, I am constantly having to remind you which championship you hold.


Enforcer:You are the best, Christina.


Christina:Plus, you left the title belt last time you were here.


Enforcer:No shit?


::Christina reaches under the counter and takes out the Bloody Hardcore championship belt and sets it on the counter in front of Enforcer.::


Enforcer:Oh damn!!!! Good looking out, Christina.



Christina:You owe me big for a long time.


Enforcer:Hell yeah, I do. See that boys and girls of NCW I am champion. Brian is a champion along with Fathi and Frostbite. Just get use to us having all the hardware, dictating our terms and running NCW. Don’t like it? Oh well, that is just life and we are the masters of it.At the rumble I showed Avery and the entire Covenant in all of their disfunction how to get things done. Right, Avery? Now I have to turn my attention to Buffy the Vampire Slayer and her boyfriend. Look, I know you get a shot at my championship gold and knocking me off my pedestal in a few weeks but it ain’t going to happen. Emily, you can talk about all your accomplishments. Whoop tee do. What have you done for me lately? Not a damn thing, while Thug Revolution is draped in NCW gold and we will continue to do so as long as we want. Brian and I will be showing Beauty and the beast that their fairy tale ends in South Carolina.



::Christina brings over Enforcer’s breakfast as the camera fades to black.::