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Post by Allura Desmonds on Aug 6, 2020 21:06:32 GMT -5
Opening Match
Elimination Chamber Match
Bloody Hardcore Championship Match
Sephiroth du Lac vs Dean Tyler vs Blaze Havoc vs Adam Gatner vs vs Tyler Cross RP Limit: 1 Per Person Deadline: 09/12/20 @ 11:59pm eastern time Grace Period: 09/13/20 @11:59pm eastern time Good Luck
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Post by Dean Tyler on Aug 24, 2020 7:27:23 GMT -5
The night has arrived! Finally, the Asylum show inside of the Norfolk Scope arena in Norfolk, Virginia can finally get started but with a few precaution's. There will be tempature checks to make sure that no one is sick with the damn Coronavirus and everyone has to wear a mask over their mouth and nose. One of the superstars that's seen walking inside of the arena and getting the green light to wrestle is the man who is known as " Dangerous" Dean Tyler. He's one of the five wrestler's seen competing in the Elimination Chamber match to see who will walk on out as the Bloody Hardcore Champion, the title that Sephiroth du Lac is currently holding. He decided to walk inside of the hellish steel cage like structure and sat down in the middle of the ring wanting to get his point across. He put his cell phone camera on the ground and say.
Dean: This structure sure can make careers or totally end it all. This is my very first time being in not only in the match but also inside of this contraption. I do have to go through four other people and beat them down in order for me to get what I want and very much deserve. That's the Bloody Hardcore Championship title.
He gets up and say as he's seen going to the first pod
Dean: Adam Gatner, I know that you want to bring the title home to your lovely Maria but that's not going to happen on my watch. I'm going to make damn sure that you will whimper and howl in sheer knockdown pain. I'm going to try to make sure that your "skin" gets ripped off and you will bleed crimson mass red to your " death".
He goes to the next pod and say.
Dean; Blaze, I do have respect towards you but when we get inside of the Elimination Chamber, that will have to be put to the side. I might want to cut you up create my own brand of havoc to make sure that you will not be crowned the new champion. Sorry about your damn luck.
He goes to the third pod and say
Dean: Tyler Cross, I will want to put you on the same Cross that Jesus Christ was put on and viciously whip you until I see your own blood strongly drip down your soon to be ugly body. I make you call me YOUR God! I'll make you bow down to the new King: Me! I'm not called Dangerous for nothing. Seeing people bleed really turns me on. I thrive and get my happy rocks off. I'm the Master and you will be my Servant.
He finally makes it around to the final pod and say
Dean: Sephiroth , you have something that I have been craving and wanting so very much. That's YOUR precious Bloody Hardcore Championship title. Ever since you won it from the old relic, The Enforcer, I have made it my goal to become the RIGHTFUL owner of the title and I won't stop until the title is with me. Hardcore matches are my favorite. That's where I totally excel at. When we all get inside of this hellish steel cage like structure, I will unleash real hellfire and brimstone. I'm mad, very much bad and truly dangerous to know! I want the title and I want it now! I really don't give a surefire, flying, damn on how I get it. At the end of the match, you four peasants will be calling me The Hardcore God! The title will be coming home to me so get used to it! See you four trolls in hell!!
He was seen evily smiling and laughing at the same time. He left the ring and go meet up with his love, Merxy at the catering place to get something to eat and drink. Also, to let him know that he can move in with him for the rest of his life, no longer being out on the streets.
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Post by [Alpha]Adam Gatner[Wolf] on Sept 5, 2020 21:11:52 GMT -5
(We see Adam and Maria inside the Scope Arena and he is getting ready for the match. He is in his ring gear and Maria is in a nice dress knowing that she may have to interview another wrestler.)
[Maria Reyes]
I glad we back. I glad NCW is back mi amor
[Adam Gatner]
Me too love. I cant wait for this match like i cant wait to marry you.
(Maria smiles and kisses Adam.)
[Maria Reyes]
I cant wait to marry you. I just wish my brother was here. I miss him.
[Adam Gatner]
I would love to meet him.
[Maria Reyes]
Lets get you ready for match. Big match for you mi amor. Elimination Chamber match for you for Bloody Hardcore title.
[Adam Gatner]
I think this is my second shot at this title. I plan to make the best of this chance right here right now.
(Maria smiles. They see a cameraman come to them. Maria smiles.)
[Maria Reyes]
Hola NCW fans. I cant believe we are back but i glad we back. We been keeping careful with the virus going on. Mi amor has big match and i believe in him and i might be interviewer and i keep professional with all other wrestler and also with mi amor but i love him and cant wait to get married to him.
He has bkg match for Bloody Hardcore title. He ready to hold el oro, the gold, here in NCW.
(Adam nods and smiles.)
[Adam Gatner]
Thats right love. I remember the last time i had a shot at the title. I am lookong tl walk out of the Scope Arena with the title. I have yet to be pinned in one on one matches in NCW and what a way to cap that off by winning this Elimination Chamber match.
Dean Tyler let me Start with you since you had something to say. You say that I will whimper and howl in pain. Man if i had a dollar for every time i heard that i would be filthy stinking rich. I have heard that so many times and yet I want you to try your best to do so because you will catch hell getting me too.
Hmm a death threat hmm Dean? I know its not really a death threat but cmon you know better than that. I want you to come at me with everything you have buddy. I want you to show me how dangerous gou can be Dean.
(Maria smiles.)
[Adam Gatner]
Blaze Havoc you are some kind of evil arent you? I cant wait to see what kind of evil you intend on trying against me. I am far from evil but i can get agressive. I can hurt people bad and i intend on doing the same to you Blaze.
(Maria smiles and hugs her fiance from the side.)
[Adam Gatner]
Tyler Cross you are a member of Thug Revolution. Here's the thing your buddies can not save you from qhat will happen to you in this match. you will get hurt and hurt bad. whether its me putting the hurt on younor one of the others you will get hurt bad.
Sepiroth Du Lac younwere the last Bloody Hardcore champion before we had to ahut down for a bit but do you think that I am going to let you or any of the others destroy my chance to hold gold in this company. My record speaks for itself here in NCW. Never been pinned in One on one matches so far and now i am looking for gold and at Asylum I am looking to have it be that night where i break thru and qin gold here.
I wish you all all of the luck in the world. I really do because the rest of you are no slouches but when i am set on something I will not stop until its accomplished. When i came to NCW I asked this beautiful goddess out. I was set to be in her life. She could have said no. The higher ups could have said no but of the gentleman i am and the good natured alpha wolf i am look at us now. Soon to be married. I have now set my eyes on gold here in NCW and I will not stop until i win some.
(Maria smiles and nods and Adam holds his fiance from behind.)
[Adam Gatner]
All I have to say at this point is be ready because this alpha wolf is ready for the hunt. NCW WOLFPACK LET ME HEAR YA HOWLLLLLLL!
(They head off as Of Wolf and Man plays to commercial.)
End Rp.
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Post by Uh Oh on Sept 12, 2020 6:31:27 GMT -5
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Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Sept 12, 2020 17:43:47 GMT -5
One more set back and yet one that falls on happier news. Just as things were looking well for one such as I in the form of renewal of contracts, the return of the federation, and even an invitation to a truly curious affair I stumble right as I am to grab the brass ring. It was a hard loss but one that still rings of possibility. After all to grab such an illustrious crown in so sudden a fashion one might even mistaken it as rude. One must slowly rise, how else can one truly leave the world in awe of such accomplishment if one does not prove one's mettle. Tongues might wag on how some undeserving folk might have slept or bargained their way to the top. No, I don't want anything handed to me. I want to prove my superiority. Perhaps it is in this vein that when I get like this. I find myself drawing nearer and nearer to a most illustrious anniversary. One greater then any romance or celebration of birth. One truly worthy of celebration.
*The camera opens on the hallway interior of Du Lac Manor as beautiful opera music fills the air. The massive room with it's alabaster walls and marble floors feels cavernous as we see a figure standing by a mirror his form dressed in modern yet well to do clothing a smile on his face as he adjusts the silken tie on his neck revealing in the mirror that it is the form of Sephiroth du Lac. A dark sadistic smirk on his face as he grabs a pair of driving gloves from the table pulling them on each hand slowly as if savoring the moment as he closes his eyes losing himself to the music as he moves his fingers in time as he draws the gloves tighter. The leather tightening almost skin tight to others perhaps uncomfortably so as the music gets to a crescendo suddenly a voice calls out shattering the moment like a pane of glass.*
Voice: Honey?
*He turns as his eyes open and he smiles the camera moving over his shoulder revealing Emily standing in a beautiful nightgown sheer with black feather collar and cuffs, her simple negligee showing underneath as she stands at the top of the stairs.*
Emily: Where are you going?
Seph: Oh, darling. You shouldn't be up so early. I have an engagement to get to.
Emily: Do you want me to get dressed and come?
Seph: No.
*His tone grew cold and sudden at the answer his eyes shifting a bit in the mirror before he readjusts his tie and straightens his garment his tone slowly becoming warmer as he continues.*
Seph: It is simply a meeting between two old friends. It's a very private affair. I hope you can understand. Some of my associates prefer their... anonymity.
*She hears his words and sees him turn with a smile as she just looks at him trustingly*
Emily: Okay. Just be careful. There are a lot of bad people out there.
*He just smiles at her and nods.*
Seph: There are some in here as well.
*He replies it with a smile as she giggles coyly before slowly going back upstairs.*
Bad people. Ironic really. I wonder if she knew the truth; if she knew how bad I was what she would say. Perhaps she'd even pray for those that cross my path. Perhaps each of you will after what I choose to reveal now. These violent means have violent ends and I fear, perhaps rightfully so, that each of you do not realize the danger you find yourself in. For what could any of you gentlemen truly say if you met the devil? If you faced God's adversary made flesh? Could you stand to such a challenge? Would you shrink away? What can the damned truly say to the damned? For each of us have a hell and I? I am thine.
*The camera picks up on him in a beautiful black eclipse driving through a rough wood down a winding road. On the side of the road he passes an old turned over bus. It's faded letters saying "New Bedlam Home for the Criminally Insane" written in faded letters as he drives past. It's windows shattered, It's doors torn open either through rust or violence long ago as he moves down the road he looks at the sirius radio dial turning up the volume as "You are my Sunshine" begins playing and he happily begins humming the tune.*
As I travel down this road I reminisce of days past. When other men of valor stood where each of you stood. Each seeking glory in their own way. Each with something to gain... and something to lose. Each of you have lives. Families. Friends. I wonder how far are you willing to go for victory? To claim that which was rightfully mine and stolen from my grasp as soon as I achieved it. The crown I claimed is filled with thorns. Wrapped in the razor wire of my ambitions. I pray you ere take it but approach with caution. For what you face is not mere flesh. It is twisted as the steel we will be enclosed in. There will be no quarter asked and none I assure you all will be given. For what you face is the essence of madness itself. The beast within me. Hungry. Unleashed... as he found it that night so long ago.
*At length he pulls to a massive buildings entrance. It's gates old and unkempt, the vines barely covering letters that match the old bus he passed so long ago. He rolls down the window and pulls out a small white card old and yellowed with time a single stain of rust colored red still on it as he waves it over an auto lock. Slowly the gate opens creaking and groaning in response as he pulls the car forward to the entrance of a massive building with shattered and shuttered windows but hard iron bars at every orifice. He stops the car stepping out into the cool crisp morning as he stares at the entrance where spray painted on the front sit the words... "Hell Awaits" written on the front.*
Hell awaits. It awaits each of you. And I am your personal devil this I assure you. For no man has seen hell as I have. And none of you know what price must be paid to achieve what I desire. Small minds with small thoughts as always only seeing what is before them never thinking of the consequences such ambitions draw. Dean Tyler for instance. I have heard you. Your voice calling my name saying such things as I have what you crave. Well you have what I crave as well and it is with great gleeful desire I wish to have it. But what I desire is not merely the title I hold or the victory that comes with owning it. It is the desire to taste the rusty red which flows through those veins. To see it stain the ground and cover your face. To smear it upon my lips and watch as you crawl begging to find some outlet, some escape in that which is inescapable. And between the two of us Dean... and don't take offense please. But I would love to have you for dinner sometime.
*The camera cuts to the interior as the sound of madness fills the air. The lobby is empty but somewhere the rooms are full with the cacophony of screams and laughter that fill the air. As he begins his journey he goes through a set of double doors into a long hall some doors lie half twisted off their hinges as he slowly walks past others sealed tight. All around him are the sights of mad patients run amok as he steps among them. One woman cradling a half torn baby doll it's eye missing trying desperately to breastfeed it. Another graphically violating themselves with a crucifix. He passes by one bound in a straight jacket but wearing an orderly outfit his head half shaved and his mouth duct taped as another one dressed in a haphazard orderly outfit beats him with a billy club. He steps through them like a well dressed angel or some seeming demon a wicked twisted smile on his face as above him half naked inmates scurry about on a caged sealing.*
See that which you call madness I call normalcy. You all claim to know what is right for this crown. Yet none of you are worthy of claiming it. For none of you know what it is to reign over a kingdom of blood and pain. Each of you pretenders adapting yourselves in the very thing which is my very life's blood. For never existed such a thing as this. A killer with the smile of a father. Each of these are like unto my children. The outcast. The forgotten. If not for me where would they be? Locked away? Sealed? It is I who give them life worth living. A life where they can truly feel in control. The inmates are running my asylum and here they are among us. The chosen few. Take for instance Blaze Havoc. Is he not counted among us. A child which claims his namesake is chaos when he knows not what true chaos is? I have walked in what you claim you are. I have seen empires fall and the will of men give out. I have seen their minds unravel and go into themselves and I have delivered such wonderful horrors that their minds retreat in solace. Is that you, Mr. Havoc? A small brain which retreats even now in fear of what comes. They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over again. It's not true sometimes it's as easy as facing your deepest fear so let me ask Mr. Havoc... what are you afraid of?
*He reaches at length a elevator and as he seals the gate it lurches painfully down with rusty calls as he looks at his watch nonchalantly and adjusts his tie no fear or worry in his eyes as the old machine lurches downward into the bowels of the earth and as it does an eerie grin registers as he begins humming the tune of "You are my sunshine" with gleeful measure.*
You all seem to think that each of you are entitled. That each of you somehow earned your place at my side. But you are all sadly mistaken. None of you could stand with me or against me for what have I to fear from all of you? A blind man who doesn't realize where his ambitions lead? A fool who doesn't live up to his namesake? And then there is you... the so called Alpha... there is no alpha in this pack but the strongest. And the strongest is the one who has lived the longest.You, Adam, among all of these weaklings I want to destroy you the most. Because you are false. Even your relationship is a joke. Do you think it holds a candle to the love between and my beloved. Ever since you came here you are merely stepping in my shadow. Wishing to grab at scraps. You are no alpha wolf. You are a dog. Hand fed by unseen hands. Scraps begging like a fool willing to have your belly rubbed by their interviewer with softball questions and ego strokes. But don't worry for you see very soon my misery will end. For you see, men lose matches,... dogs get put down.
*After what feels like and eternity as he passes by rows and rows of identical halls each brimming with madness and violence finally he comes to a stop in a sub basement where the walls are all rusty red. In a place where even now sits only a single "orderly" in a chair and a massive metal door at the end of a long hall. As the elevator lurches to a stop he flings the door open and slowly walks forward still humming and somewhere in the hall someone hums back. A man's voice low in pitch but still strong as he steps forward. The orderly looking up only to stand in sudden fear and shock as he steps forward. Quickly he salutes but Seph does nothing but say... *
Seph: How is he?
*The orderly swallows hard. Obviously a former patient as a small lobotomy scar seems to show from under the hat as he panics. No one knowing what horror he might be staring at save the devil Seph before him.*
Seph: Well?
*The orderly struggles to speak but Seph just tosses him out of the way causing him to crash to the ground and run t the exit in panic as Seph merely slips the door visor to the side and peers eagerly into the cell.*
None of you know the burden that comes with greatness. Even those who's names are synonymous with burden. Oh Cross. How mighty thou hast fallen. Cast with me to the seeming degenerates and outcasts. Those who cannot or should not fulfill their ambitions. I know why I am here. Cast down like Lucifer to rule in hell for fear I will overthrow the heavens. But you? You once ruled a crown mightier then mine? So why cast your sights to iron when one could have platinum. Could it be that you simply sought to test your mettle against the true King? He who is meant to reign? Or have you failed in your quest? To be cast back among the rocks? As a leper. I was surprised to see your name among these dregs. Still if it was your ambition to face me then goody. I eagerly await are meeting with great delight. I hear you are a man of good taste. I can't wait to find out. But where are my manners? You may ask why all this talk? Why drag us to this place? To put fear in our hearts? To show us your crazy or mad? No, my madness is self inflicted by a curse. A thirst which there is no quenching but it is here where I show you the true price of ambition. The true cost that comes with those that raise my ire.
*The door opens with rusty screams of reservation as a man is revealed inside. A metal collar on his neck chained to a wall. His long unkempt beard and hair revealing his long incarceration. He turns stopping his humming of the song as a look of anger suddenly graces his face a look of pure hatred and there in the doorway stands Seph a look of sadistic delight in his face but eyes that burn with the same hatred as his. The two face each other as the man tries to stand and rush to his foe but Seph grins as the chains steadfastly hold him in place. He spits which makes Seph's smile fade and a look of pure contempt. He pulls out a silk handkerchif and wipes the spit away as his captor grins in a small sense of victory as Seph replies.*
Seph: Ebon.
Ebon: Lestat.
Seph: Still as spiteful as ever I see. Good. I'd hate for that flame to go out. To see that fire die in your eyes. It would truly be a shame.
Ebon: I'd never give you the satisfaction, you blood sucking freak.
Seph: Now, now, such things you say. If one were to eavesdrop one would think we are lovers and not mere adversaries. It has been too long after all.
Ebon: Not long enough. I see your face in my dreams every night. I'll never forget what you've done.
*Seph just chuckles grabbing an old wooden chair on the far wall away from him and sitting down crossing his legs out of reach casually.*
Seph: You brought it on yourself.
Ebon: It was a match!
*Seph erupts from his chair grabbing Ebon by the throat angrily his fangs showing and anger in his eyes as he squeezes it tightly.*
Seph: It was more than that and you know it. It was multiple. You took everything from me. My confidence. My honor. My ambitions...
*The man in Seph's grapsp winces in pain but relaxes a smile as sadistic as Seph's creeping on his face as he just replies in choking whispers.*
Ebon: You... you never could beat me. Not my fault you can't cut it. Now, if your gonna do it... then do it... or are you just gonna pout and throw a tantrum again?
*Seph's grapsp tightens and for a minute one can see his fingernails digging into the skin so tight almost wanting to end the man right here and now.*
You who would seek my crown behold the last man who truly stood in my way. The only man to whom I would call my equal. To he who I wanted as a brother. Who rejected me and humiliated me. It was not enough to cast him aside or outlive him. Oh no that would not do. I had to erase him. His memory. His legacy. All gone. Until all that remains is him here. And yet still so defiant. So full of life. That is a true adversary. A candle to which none of you could hope to build a flame as great as that. This example of a man I have brought you to today. Not to cast light on my indiscretions nor to cast them upon my failures. My legacy since that day when I lost my will and way is well documented. Instead. I have held onto something dear to show you and him just the kind of pain I can give you.
*Seph growls for a moment ready to release his anger in a sudden blow but suddenly his face begins to soften his grip lightens and he releases as the man known as Ebon crashes to the floor gasping for air. A slow smile creeps along Seph's face as he pulls something from his pocket and casts it on the ground before Ebon with a sort of delight rarely seen in him. Ebon looks and before him lies a locket in the shape of a smiling sun. He reaches forward with trembling ancient hands opening it slowly to reveal the image of a woman smiling frozen in time as tears begin to fall.*
Ebon: M-Mari? M-my... Mari.
*Seph lowers his body squatting over the man as he clings to the locket for dear life.*
Seph: That's right, my friend. Mari. Never forget what happens to her. What happened to her...
*The emphasis is not lost on Ebon as his heart breaks in one fell word his eyes widening in horror and genuine fear as Seph whispers in his ear like a snake.*
Seph: ... It's all your fault.
*Ebon lurches up trying to grab Seph in a rage but Seph just quickly lunges back delighting in his captors misery as Ebon tries and pulls at his chains in vein to break free and grab his enemy. Seph just chortles at him in evil mirth as he backs himself to the door.*
Seph: Well, I hate to be off so soon. No, no don't see me out. I can tell your a bit tied up at the moment. I'll just leave you to your grief. Down here. Where you belong.
Ebon: I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU! ISWEAR TO GOD DU LAC! I'LL KILL YOU! I SWEAR IT!
Seph: You are most welcome to try, Mr. Grand.
*With that he tilts a bow and seals the door with a violent clang of metal.*
Are you prepared to risk my attention? My desire? My anger? Are any of you prepared for the true price you'll pay? Ask yourself?... how far will you go? What would you risk? Which of you will be my new addition? My new anniversary? Which one of you wants to be my Ebon again?
*As we watch Seph slowly turn we can hear him whistling "You are my Sunshine " happily to himself again as he walks out of sight and we are left with the door as a pitiful voice of Ebon cries out in the dark.*
Ebon: You bastard! You took her from me! My... m-my Mari. M-My little Mari S-Sunshine....
*And so we are left with the final word as the song still is whistled happily out of the focus of the camera as the scene fades to black.*
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