Second Match

[Allura Desmonds]

Second Match
Number one Contender Match for the Eternal Championship
Triple Threat Elimination Match
Thor vs Ex vs Adam Gatner

RP Limit: 1 Per Person

Deadline: 10/02/20 at 11:59pm eastern time

Grace Period: 10/04/20 at 11:59pm eastern time

Good Luck

[thenewcsa]

*The camera opens up on the exterior of Ex's workshop at the beautiful Oasis. The desert sand blows outside as inside the garage doors we see Ex working on his bike with a somewhat thoughtful and concerned look on his face. The sound of the cranking ratchet clicking with every turn fills the air as sweat drips from inside his skull mask dripping onto the concrete flooring. Slowly a pair of gorgeous legs step into the shot as Ex barely looks up to see his girlfriend Necra standing over him dressed in a dust covered black linen toga-like gown. Ex just nods at her with a grunt and then goes back to working as he looks back down. Necra only folds her arms and smirks.*

Necra: Well, hello to you too.

*Ex says nothing as he goes to tighten the nut but the head breaks off. Without realizing it he had tightened it too tight and broke it. He stands up the reality of the situation suddenly dawning on him and in frustration he chucks the ratchet against the wall easily breaking the old wooden planking and causing a nearby shelf to fall with a collosal loud crash.*

Necra: Whoa! Where did that come from? Don't tell me you're upset with me.

*He looks at her suddenly seeming to be aware how it looks but just shakes his head.*

Ex: No... No, it ain't that.

Necra: Then what? Is it cause your friend had to go back to the farm? I know you miss him when he's gone.

*She walks over placing her hand on his chest as she reaches up. Ex just sighs in response. Seemingly slightly uncomfortable with her gentle side. He just shrugs her off as he turns away moving to pick up a few of the cans of motor oil that fell from the crash.*

Ex: Naw, it ain;t that either.

*She puts her hands on her hips with a rather frustrated and annoyed look appearing on her face.*

Necra: Well, what is it? Spill it already. Cause I just got done with the "greeting of the season" ritual and this...

*She motions her hand over her barely covered body up and down as if showing something off.*

Necra: ... this is open for business. So talk.

*He sighs relentingly as he begins to put up the oil cans on a nearby desk surface and then just looks back at her sort of sad and confused.*

Ex: Do you think I'm lazy?

*She stands there for a moment taken aback by the serious turn in his voice but then folds her arms unsure of how to answer without hurting him.*

Necra: I... I'm not sure how to answer that.

Ex: It's just somethin' Johnny said while we was dunebugging. He said 'I know you don't care about this wrestling thing like we do but you shouldn't just let this go like you always do'. And I mean he's right I don't really give a shit but is that how everyone sees me? Just kind of this lazy do nothing? I mean am i just the guy that's 'Necra's boyfriend' or is that how all these assholes see me? I don't know it's just been messin with me. I mean he's right I got a shot at somethin' here but I feel like I haven't been pullin' my weight you know?

*Necra smiles at him walking slowly to his side as he looks back at her rather surprised as she just wraps her arms around his waists looking up at him with a gentle look.*

Necra: Oh sweetie, I'm sure Johnny didn't mean it. He's your best friend. He was just worried about you. And even if he did mean it who cares what others think?

Ex: I don't care what others think. But I care what Johnny thinks. I care about what you think. And I care most about what I think of myself. I mean I didn't earn any of this. I didn't earn my powers. Seph gave them to me. When my brother needed me in that asylum I didn't get him out Seph did it for me. I wouldn't have any of this if I wasn't the luckiest bastard in the universe. You included. I mean can you honestly say if I wasn't the fuckin' embodiment of Hades on earth you'd even be with me? I mean it's been fuckin' with me all day. I haven't earned a damn thing in my life. I'm just an ex-con who got lucky and can bust some heads. If it wasn't for that I wouldn't be here.

*There is a silence between them as she holds him and then she just nods and sighs.*

Necra: So, you got lucky and was there at the right time. You know the followers would tell you that things happen for a reason. That the Gods play with mortals like you. But I've seen the real Hades and I've been with you and I'll tell you the truth. You are huggable and lovable and I care about you. Now whether thats luck or not you picked me up, you took me to that crypt and believe me you earned it, buster. I believe in you even when you don't. So stop moping. If you want to prove yourself do it. Don't talk about it. Don't think about it. Be that big mean bastard that held me down and took what he wanted. Now, are we gonna just stand here talking all night or are we gonna do something about it?

*She leans in and he smiles suddenly and nods.*

Ex: You're right. I need to stop overthinking this.

Necra: Thinking never was your strong suit.

Ex: Talk is cheap. I guess I'll just have to prove it. Thanks, babe.

Necra: Don't mention it.

*He brings a hand to her cheek and kisses her on the lips before wrapping his arms about her looking like a bear ready to maul her tiny frame.*

Ex: Tell you what. Let me just finish up a little what I was doing in here then I'll be in to rip that curtain off you and take you to poundtown, how's that sound?

*She just giggles and kisses him on the nose of his skull mask.*

Necra: You say the most romantic things. Anyone ever tell you that?

*She just releases him and begins to walk out waving behind her seductively.*

Necra: I'll be waiting.

*He sighs as the door opens and closes off camera and he walks to a chain hanging from a pulley nearby as he begins to pull still talking as slowly an engine block begins to lift off the ground next to him.*

Ex: You know some of you might think I'm just some guy who lucked out. Or I'm the guy who sleeps on Necra's couch. Or even I'm the guy who's Mrs. Necra. But that ain't the truth. Truth is I'm the guy who used to be the headcracker for a lot of folks. Mind you I never really held much. Never really accomplished anything with my life. I killed my pa. That's one thing i guess. Killed my Ma too. Patricide. I guess thats an accomplishment ain't it? Still I bet most of you don't think so. And you see that's the problem you look at me and all you see is an underachieving giant moron. Well guess what all that changes now. Cause I don't know if it's just Johnny playing head games with me or the fact I got a junior demigoddess in there waiting for me to sex her up but somethin's lighten a fire under my ass today so let's start gettin' shit done.

*He raises the engine block up to his midsection then kicks it sending it sailing toward a Cadillac shell body nearby as it slowly begins to sway on the chain having been sent along the track of the pulley system and he begins to tie off the chain to a nearby metal pole.*

Ex: See I got a shot at the big time now and well I'm thinkin' of takin' it. I mean why not? And I get it Eternal championship... can't use weapons. It might not be a fit for a guy like me. Well guess what I don't need a shovel. Not this time. I don't need anything to put both your asses six foot down. Take Thor for example. Yeah he's named for a Norse God. I dig it. Pretty standard really but you see I ain;t afraid of no gods cause I kind of am partially one. It's weird you know. I sleep with one. I hang out with them. Part of my powers come from them. I can;t die so you know the whole God thing wether it's in your head or you actually are one don't really matter much to me. I'll still beat your ass to valhalla and back. I mean let's face it man it's not like you can do much against a guy like me either way. It's just Gods battling Gods and me, mothafucker? I'm Goddamn Kratos in this bitch.

*He taps his chest as he emphasizes the words and begins to walk to the swinging engine block.*

Ex: And then there is Gatner. Some lone wolf type. I see your type everyday at Truckstops across this place. Some renegade wannabe with the mullet and the lorenzo lamas looking goatee. Who are you playing kid. Hell I'm surprised Maria gives you the time of day. But who am I foolin'? I mean I sleep with a goddess literally most everyngiht as long as I don't eat beans and that is easily as weird as you and Brooks and Dunns ex doin the hunka chunka. I guess the point I'm tryin' to make is you don't bother me you just make me wish I actually had someone who could actually you know be a challenge. And thats why I haven't taken this seriously isn't it? Cause I don't think any of you are really worth my time. I guess that makes me lazy? Or stupid or somethin'? I guess that's funny to you assholes ain't it? That I'm just some big fuckin' joke? Is that it?!

*He slams a hammer fist down on the engine block causing the chain holding her to snap in two and send it crashing down into the car's frame the sound of bending steel and popping tires resounding suddenly.*

Ex: Aw shit!

*He looks over the damage and shrugs a bit*

Ex: I'll fix it later. I guess it's just gettin' to me. The fact you two probably think I'm just some freak lackey that goes around hurtin' people for money and sex. I'm more than that. I'm an all-american tough SOB that you damn well better realize will hurt you if I want to. I've seen you both out there. Thor floppin' around Gatner des[erate;y tryin' to prove himself. Hell maybe we all are but I got bad news fellas. It ain't your night. Cause y'all done woke the Giant and this ones gonna be a regular attack on titan, mothafuckers. You better run and pray I don't get my hands on you cause I got somethin' to prove this week and when it's said and doen you both are gonna feel very , very unlucky. Now if you'll excuse me... I promised someone a trip to poundtown.

*He just smirks and grabs a rag wiping the grease from his hands before leaving the mess for later and walking toward the door as the scene fades to black.*

[Thund3rEnigma]