The Invitational

[Uh Oh]

The lovely township of Port Angeles. Overlooking the waters with the glorious mountains in the back. A place to come and visit and enjoy the quiet. But tonight it has other tourists arriving shortly after the sunset. The roar of a motorcycle can be heard as a man wearing a black tank top, blue jeans, black tennis shoes, his hair freshly cut climbs off the bike. A youth with short hair and a leather jacket climbs off as well.

Merxy: I don’t like this.

Dean: Hey with that cash we can build a future.

Merxy looks at the ground.

Merxy: I don’t need the money, but I understand.

Mercy kisses Dean. He hands her the keys to the motorcycle.

Dean: I’ll call you when I get back.

Merxy nods. They turn as the roar of a Harley Davidson pulls up and dressed in cowboy boots, hat, and a duster. The figure removes the hat revealing Denise De’Vil. A limo pulls up and out steps Sephiroth Du Lac who walks around and opens the other door to let Emily Riley out. Another limo pulls up and Test, Blizzard and Sayne from Freebands. He is clad in a t-shirt, jeans, and timberlands.

(Feel free to add your characters arrival, this is an ongoing RP thread you have until October 29th to RP.  No limits best RP wins in game time wise this will be taking place October 30-November 1st so feel free to add RPs with references to shows that happened during the month.  The most important rule do not attack another person's character without permission but feel free to end and RP talking to another character.  Lets see what we can create)

[Apocalypse]

(O.O.C.: So what you're saying is that if someone is going to post in here they need to keep in mind that it is the end of October in here.)

[Uh Oh]

Scene title: The Boat . . .

(O.O.C.: This is a somewhat longer piece. Please read it through. It was given the extra attention to detail, because I wanted to show my respects to the man who first instilled my passion for writing in me. I wanted something that he may have looked upon, and found deserving. I am not sure if I succeeded in my intended goal, but Mr. Goodkind thank you for giving me a love of the written word, and thank you for always having a compelling story to tell. You will be missed.)



Those who had received invitations, and decided to take advantage have gathered as instructed at the docks. After a wait of about ten minutes a fog thicker than any normally seen in the area. After a few momemts a truly impressive ship both in its size and in the fact that its appearance would lead one to wonder how it was still in service is seen sailing into the harbor. Its lead mast stands about one hundred and fifty feet above the water. The boat is somewhere between two hundred, and three hundred feet long. There are barnacles and seaweed covering the hull of the boat. The boat maneuvers up alongside the dock and whoever the crew is lowers the gang plank. There are men and women mixed into the crowd who aren't members of the N.C.W. roster. These men and women upon seeing the boat slowly walk away. Last to arrive interestingly enough are the N.C.W. commentary crew, of David Archer, Jimmy King, and Richard Tater. People start to climb aboard the boat, starting with Sephiroth, Emily, Ice Queen, Hex Girl, Thor and Shiv. After a few minutes Thug Revolution members Tyler Cross and Brian Kennedy board the boat.  Dean Tyler, The Executioner, Jake Ferrari, Lexi, Rene, AJ, all climb the gang plank after watching Thug Revolution. Lance and Jay Williams walk away from the ship as Veronica "Fury" Rodriguez and Rachel Storm approach and walk up the planks, followed closely by Denise, Joanne, Necra, and Nidrah. Diamond Rose, and the others follow a few minutes later. Once everyone is on board a large platform can be seen. Upon this platform is a large chair. To one side of this chair stand Mr Creed, and Dario of Apocalypse, on the other side stands Lilith, and Lachlan. Lilith's arm has a cast, and a sling on it. Oddly there is no Calypso, even after her arrest during the N.C.W. P.P.V. undoubtedly Stalker would have done something to bail her out. A moment passes, and there is noise coming from the gang plank. Everyone turns to see three cops leading Calypso on board. She is shackled, both her wrists, and her ankles, and further there is a chain leading from her wrists to her ankles. It is obvious these officers weren't willing to risk her escaping. These officers are closely followed by David Archer, Jimmy King, and Richard Tater. As they walk her up to the platform where the majority of Apocalypse is waiting, Stalker comes through a door behind the large chair, and holds up a hand. The officers stop as he turns to the people gathered before him.

Stalker:
"Well, it is interesting to see just how much money means to most people. Yet after the hell we have wrought upon the Neo Championship Wrestling roster, I must admit I would have been surprised to see many of you had it been an invitation bearing the Apocalypse name, but I digress."

Stalker waves a hand at those assembled.

Stalker: "Our trip will take us a week. Those of you participating in the tournament will have until then to train, and prepare. Food shall be provided for you. Upon arrival at Pandora, you will be left to fend for yourselves."

Stalker just turns to Creed and ignores those gathered on the deck.

[Uh Oh]

As Stalker returned to the Captains chamber and took a seat on the high back cushioned chair his arms laid to rest on the arms. Lachlain, Anna, Lilith, and Calypso flank him. Stalker raises a hand to his chin.

Stalker: Let him know, it is time.

Lachlain nods and turns and opens the door and walks to another room on the ship. He knocks once and then opens the door.

Lachlain: He says it's time.

The camera pans to a chair with a figure in it reading the most recent NCW Magazine. Boots up on the table. The figure tosses the magazie on the table and puts his feet on the floor the figure stands showing a Marine jacket and camo pants and mlitary style boots. Hair shaved short. He turns and we see dog tags and then a familiar face. Former NCW Pinnacle champion, and the first man to kidnap Katsa....


..... Evan "Perfect" Storm stands and smirks as the camera fades to black.

[Apocalypse]

Stalker looks at the Apocalypse members gathered in his office on board the ship. He knows that his plan for his big announcement was somewhat different than this, however he smiles as he presses a button. A small screen rises out of the edge of the desk. A moment later similar screens all around the ship start to flicker to life.

Stalker: "Anna go to the safe and bring me the briefcase and the contract."

Stalker waves dismissively at the safe. Anna walks to it, opens it and brings him its contents. Stalker opens the briefcase, pulls out a stack of papers, and then spins the case around revealing $1,000,000.

Stalker: "This briefcase contains $1,000,000 this money has nothing to do with the tournament. Well not officially. The money in this case has a deeper more sinister purpose. I am putting a bounty on the heads of each and every member of Thug Revolution. The bounty goes into effect once the ship docks in Pandora. To ensure that there is no undesired violence and destruction aboard the chief vessel of my fleet the bounty will not be honored unless a contract was signed prior to the hunt."

Stalker lays out contracts on the desk. He pushes one to each member of Apocalypse. Anna signs, grinning evily then she turns and exits the room. Next to sign one of the contracts is a man no one has seen yet. He smiles, shakes Stalker's hand then steps off to the corner of the office. Dario, and Creed each take a contract and sign it. Then Evan Storm does as well. The three men start towards the door.

Stalker: "Evan, I need a moment of your time."

Evan stands in front of the desk, and the unidentified man joins him.

Stalker: "Evan, Beno, there are alot of people on this ship who would benefit from us being taken out. Lachlan, and Calypso have each other. Lilith, is almost always with myself or Creed. So they're safe, but Anna is nearly always alone lately. So I wanted the two of you to protect her, atleast until we arrive on the island."

Both men look at him, and nod before leaving the room to find Anna. Stalker opens a drawer in his desk and pulls a Championship belt. He places it on the desk.



Stalker: "This is the Pandora Championship. It used to belong to my wife Pandora, when she died it became inactive. As of this tournament I am bringing it back into service. Yes, I know that N.C.W. will not sanction its use, or defense. However I know that the pride of a Championship runs deeper than the company branding it does or does not carry. I have yet to decide if I will be awarding the Championship to the person who wins the tournament, the first person to claim part of the Thug Revolution bounty, or if I will simply use it to right the injustice shown to Apocalypse by their refusal to honor the fighting spirit of Apocalypse. Until I decide this Championship will remain here in this office on display."

Stalker reaches out and presses the button he did earlier, and the screens throughout the ship go

[Apocalypse]

The ship slows after it's long journey. There is an island coming into view. About 200 yards off shore the boat comes to a complete stop. Stalker emerges from below decks. Over his shoulder is the Pandora Championship. He isfollowed by Creed who is carrying the briefcase with the bounty, Dario, Beno, Evan, Anna, Lachlan, Lilith, and Calypso. He leads the entire group over to where D.B., Johnny Grimes, and Jimmy King are standing. He turns to the crowd and smiles evily.

Stalker: "There are three boats. Each is capable of carrying ten people. As you can see once myself and Apocalypse take these men ashore on our boat that will leave only twenty seats for the twenty-five of you to fight for."

Stalker turns back to the side of the ship. As the participants start to argue and get restless, Evan pulls out a tazer.

Evan: Don't even think about it, I am more than capable of handling you guys so just wait until we are lowered and away, then you guys can fight it out.

Stalker leads them over to where the boats are. He helps Anna, and Calypso into the boat. After Creed, Dario, and Beno board the life boat Stalker motions to Evan to help Lilith board the boat due to her broken arm. Stalker walks to the front of the boat where he boards it and remains standing to allow for enough seats for everyone else.

Stalker: "Evan, with her broken arm, and our guests unpredictability I'd rather you carry her on board rather than risk her fall."

Evan waits for the announce crew to get onto the boat, scoops Lilith into his arms. then climbs onto the back and uses one hand to lower the boat while watching the participants. Stalker and the rest of Apocalypse watch the rest of the ships occupants as their boat quickly makes its way to shore. Two dock workers help to pull the boat up alongside the dock. The group disembarks the boat, and walk to a platform with a chair. Stalker takes a seat, then the rest of Apocalypse joins him. Infront of them there are twenty-five motorcycles grouped together, each with a name on a plaque. There are eight other motorcycles. These however have the names of Apocalypse members Creed, Pestilence, Conquest, War, and Stalker.

Stalker: "Creed, Pestilence, Conquest, and War take your places beside your bikes."


Creed walks to the bike with his name it is a 2020 Harley-Davidson FXDR 114, Anna walks to the bike with the Pestilence nameplate a 2015 Victory Hammer® 8-Ball, Beno does the same stepping up to the bike which says Conquest a 2015 Norton Dominator as Evan moves beside the bike marked War 2020 Suzuki Boulevard M109R B.O.S.S. A moment later Stalker joins them, walking down to the bike with his name. This bike is a 1998 Honda Valkyrie F6 GLC, Roadsmith Trike. The rest of the bikes on the dirt path are arranged by token number.

Necra Octavien Kane - 2020 Suzuki Katana
A.J. Flare - 2020 Husqvarna FE 350 
Emily Riley - MV Agusta Rush 1000
Joanne Canelli - 2020 Harley-Davidson LiveWire 
Hex Girl - 2019 Triumph Rocket 3 
C.J. Von Erich - 2020 Ducati XDiavel S 
Adam Gatner - 2008 Victory Vision 
Johnny Reb - 2020 Royal Enfield Himalayan 
Thor - 2019 Moto Guzzi V9 Bobber Sport Unveiled 
Executioner - 2020 TÉNÉRÉ ES 
Jake Ferrari - 2020 BMW S 1000 RR 
Tyler Cross - 2020 Yamaha SMAX 
Road Dawg - 2020 Royal Enfield INT650 
Dean Tyler - 2020 Kawasaki KLX230
Sepheroth Du Lac - 2020 Ducati Scrambler 1100 Pro
Nidrah - 2019 Triumph Bonneville Bobber
Denise De'Vil - 2016 Indian Chief
Brian Kennedy - 2020 Yamaha XMAX
Ice Queen - 2020 Zero DSR Black Forest Edition
Rene Volkov - 2020 Yamaha Bolt/R-Spec
Lexi Havoc - 2020 Yamaha TT-R50E
Wallace the Weirdo - 2019 Triumph Tiger 1200
Diamond Rose - 2020 Honda Africa Twin 

[Uh Oh]

The sound of a 2020 Suzuki Boulevard M109R B.O.S.S. engine roaring can be heard as the bike with WAR painted on it rips down the road. As it stops the camera zooms closer to the new paint job making the bike look like a flaming horse. On the back hangs a Celtic claymore sword. The bike pulls over and a figure steps off of it. The figure is clad in blood red and the motorcycle helmet is custom made to look like a flaming skull with a crown. The helmet is pulled off to reveal Evan Storm. He smirks at the camera.

Evan Storm: Why? I hear that echoing out of all the drooling mouths of the masses. Every bleeding hard libtard and slack jawed simp. Every little cringing cuck asking why am I here and why have I joined Apocalypse? It's simple. I am tired of having to deal with the likes of the sheeple. The little brain dead morons who do not see the greatness of our President. Who deny the simple truths of certain brotherhoods. Also the money is good. I thrive on combat and so Allura in all the inane stupidity that her sex has, decides to fire me. Then she fires Apocalypse because they do not bow nor scrape to her whims. I see the potential in Stalker and his ilk. Guys like Gunnar were taken aback by my ruthlessness, but Stalker, he appreciates my skill.

Evan walks around to the of his bike grabbing the ornate hilt shaped to look like a spine with the pommel being a skull. It has a bloody red-rust like color to it. He draws it and the blade has a similar coloring to it but unlike other claymores the edges are serrated. On the flat of the blade it states. "War is not dying for your beliefs but to make the other poor bastard die for his"

Evan: By this blade, I do not care to win this tournament, Conquest can have it. My place is the battlefield not the throne, my goal is keep sexual deviants like Dean Tyler, weaker sexes like Emily, Lexi, Rene, Ice Queen, Nidrah, Diamond Rose, Joanne, Necra, and Jex Girl from winning. Don't think I forgot about you Denise,I have something special for you. I'd tell you to send my regards to Ambros, but I have a more fun way to send such a message. As for Katsa, don't worry I will say hello myself.

Evan drives the blade into the ground and sets the helmet on it running his fingers through his military buzzed hair.

Evan: Now onto the so called men. Thor,, you're nothing but a big dumb ogre. Sure you are strong, but you are too busy pandering to the masses and submitting to your sister's views. Man up and grab the hammer and join Apocalypse. Leave that family of freaks once and for all. Johnny Reb, I could respect you... if you didn't hang around with the Addams Cuckold family. You are better than them. Ditch them and be a real man. Road Dawg, are you even relevant? Do you even matter? No. CJ Von Erich, well..... you'll end up last like someone like you deserves to be. Wallace.... you dsgust me, you freak, you deserve to be smote by my divine wrath. Adam Gatner, another man who is almost a real man except he is too busy being a simp over a woman. You do not need to cowtow to her needs, you are the man and therefore she should be serving you. Who goes to the ring and fights? You, who earns the big paycheck? You, man up and join us.

Evan looks around at the wooded clearing he parked in listening to the animals cry throughout the wooded area.

Evan Storm: Sephiroth Du Lac and Executioner. Sephiroth you got bored with Joanne and tossed her aside. Then you decide you have to play second fiddle to Emily, that is your mistake. The Executioner, your woman.... she is the village bicycle Jack Narr, you got pushed aside for a guy wearing make up. You are literally too busy riding Reb's pecker to be a real man. I'd take you out but Mr. Creed is the one who really wants to destroy you. As for Jake Ferrari, you're nothing, a fart in my gas pipe.

Evan gives a cruel chuckle and shakes his head.

Evan: Now onto Brian Kennedy and Tyler Cross. Cross is just another rejected boyband, you're a Kurt Cobain waiting to happen, against you I would simply have to move around and let you destroy yourself. But Brian, I could respect you, except you hang out with Fathi. A Muslim, did you forget what they did to us or are you ignorant? Maybe you are just a simp for Fathi. First I'll go through you, Then I will start the crusade against Fathi and unfortunately Thug Revolution are guilty by association. I'm proud of my country, my president, and my skin, I will not be guilted by lefty commies and social justice warriors to change my ways. So I will leave you with this one peace of wisdom. War does not determine who is right, but who is left.

Evan grabs his helm and puts it on and then draws his sword from the ground and resheathes it and climbs on the bike and takes off.

[Apocalypse]

It is night on Pandora, Midnight if one were to guess by the moon. What little light there is shows a rough narrow well riden path. Beyond the path is a fence, complete with a large gate. There is a wrought iron sign above the gate which reads "Pandora's Lost Souls." There is every kind of grave imaginable. From graves without markers, to graves with large statues, even some mausoleums can be seen among the gravestones assembled within. Anna is kneeling at the side of one of the many graves. The grave is freshly dug, it has a monument. Anna leans down, beginning to tear up.

Anna: "Mother, we had you moved here to keep Father from ever finding you. He was an evil man, and he deserves to rot in prison. I will forever miss you, and regret being so young when you passed. The gypsy culture which you could have opened up to me I have a hard thttps://imgshare.io/image/NhDEDjime knowing that there are memories which we will never share. I will find him one day, and I will make him suffer for what he did to our family."

Anna pulls a bag from behind the gravestone. She pulls from the bag a replica of the Siren's Championship. She gently places the belt against the bottom of the stone the tears flowing freely now.

Anna: "This is the first REAL thing I've ever done. Being a part of Apocalypse has given me a glimpse into a family. I will do everything in my power to make you proud, starting with this Invitational. I don't care who it is. I don't care if it is Denise. We've had our wars over this very Championship, over her man, over her career, some would say the very survival of N.C.W. at times hinged on her succeeding in bring down myself, or other members of Apocalypse. Then there are people like Hex Girl. Hex Apocalypse offered you a place at the table. You squandered that opportunity by throwing two factions and a family into a war. A war that almost put people from all sides on the shelf. And for what? To walk away from the group who won your services? Well that is fine by me, I will enjoy showing you why you never turn your back on the devastation, and desolation that an Apocalypse breeds and making you bow and quiver like the rest of the dogs who hide in the shadows."

Anna slowly stands up still with a few tears still in her eyes. She brushes her Mother's grave with her hand as she starts to walk away. After she walks about fifty to seventy feet she comes to the bike she was given earlier. The 2015 Victory Hammer® 8-Ball she crouches down admiring the beautiful piece of machinery before her. She runs her hand over the V-Twin 4 stroke engine, she takes in its lines. Another moment and Anna stands before laying out over the bike. The two, woman and machine blend together curve for curve, both having their soft supple points in their forms. The darkness of the Hammer compliments Anna's striking features, matching her personality almost as though it was built solely for her, as though she was born to unite with the machine that is the Victory. She just stares up to the sky the night being crystal clear, and crisp.

Anna: "Lexi Havoc, Jake Ferrari, Brian, Tyler, Wallace, Diamond Rose, let me just say one thing most of you will probably not even make it through this and even if you do I can assure you that most of you will not be the same at the end. Then you have some of the menagerie of freaks and supernatural beings like Sephiroth. I personally think it would be fun to go against him. I mean what better battle in N.C.W. the vampire takes on the witch. Then we have my fellow Apocalypse members. Creed, my GOD you are one hell of a mountain. You could break a woman like me in half if you ever got your hands on me, so I'm not going to give you the chance. I'm going to hit you, and change my angles more than a flea bites a pound dog."

Anna sits up and swings herself so that she is seated properly before reving the engine, and speeding off down the road. About fifteen minutes she stops the bike shutting down the engine.

Anna: "I am sure that there are some who will call me out for not talking about them. Some who will think that I am making a mistake, and that I am not focused. Truth is, I am very focused on winning this tournament, winning the money, probably even going after the bounty placed on Thug Revolution. To top off a wonderful tournament I fully intend to lay claim to the Pandora Championship graciously presented by our leader Stalker Knight."

As Anna makes her way to a small cabin the scene fades out.

[Timmybear]

Well done.

[thedeathbringer]

Act 1: Survival of the Fittest


"Do you what it is to be so in love with someone so much that you would do anything for? I have. I have had many lovers, but all of them have passed on... Well all but one. He is still around, but he taught me everything that I know..."

The scene opens on the beautiful island of Pandora. The sun was already high in the sky and shimmered over the crystal clear water that surrounded the island. The sound of song birds could be heard all around the island, as the smell from the tropical flowers drifted on the air mixing with the fresh ocean water. Seagulls circled over head, in search of their next meal. We soon see a familiar face moving along a stretch of beach dressed in a pair of dark shorts, with a shirt that had no sleeves, and her hair was tied back from her face. It was Denise De'Vil. Her deep blue eyes look out over the water as she enjoys the beauty of the day. A gentle breeze moves through the tall trees, as she walks along the docks seeing small fish move through the water. She sees Johnny sitting on the edge of the dock with a fishing pole extended out into the clear blue water with a cooler sitting beside him. Denise sighs as she walks off catching movement out of the corner of her eye. She moves on silent feet as she gets closer and soon we see that it is Evan Storm. Denise's eyes narrow as she watches him move along the long stretch of pathway that wound itself through the trees.

Denise: What is he up to?

Denise looks up at one of the trees and starts to climb it. Evan turns around but sees nothing and keeps moving through along the pathway. Denise moves through the trees quietly and quickly keeping in step with Evan.

Voice Over: If he's here that means they are up to something...But I can't focus on him... But... What if... What if he's here because of me? Or trying to get to someone else that I care about? But Ambros isn't here... neither is Dread. Thank God Katsa isn't here. He would have his little greedy hands on her. That's not going to happen! But I can't let his presence get to me. I have to keep my focus on the up coming tournament.

She continues to move through the trees with Evan just within sight. He stops every once in a while but still doesn't notice Denise moving above him in the branches.

Voice Over: I don't even know why I'm here really. I mean I don't need the money, or the bike... Maybe it's because I might have the chance to get my hands on Storm, or even Anna for that matter. I'm not done with her... Or anyone else from Apocalypse. But I know that there are others in this little tournament. I have stood against almost everybody in this tournament and held my own against all of them in the last Genocide match. Except for a handful. Merxy I've watched your matches and I have to admit you're good, but you got lucky and managed to out last and out smart some of the best in the business. I'm surprised you are even standing after that match. But then again, you have a major target on your back, and I don't just mean the fact that you have a title on your shoulder... Don't trust anyone around you.

Denise soon stops as Evan looks back and up into the tall trees. He smirks as if he knew she was following him but never says a word. He soon reaches the resort, and heads back inside as she leaps down from the trees and onto the veranda that wound itself around the lower floors of the resort.  She moved past the tall windows that over looked the main floor and the vast pool area where we see a few familiar faces. Joanne sat wearing a two piece deep blue bikini by the pool that showed off her now pale skin, while Necra sat enjoying the relaxation of the day. Denise couldn't help but smile. She took after Cleo more than she knew.

Voice Over: My sisters in the Darkside, it's strange when you say it like that, but that's what we are. Sisters. They watch my back and I watch theirs but in this tournament no affiliations even truly matter. But I know whoever wins this will be looked at with respect... But then again... It all depends on who wins. Joanne is intelligent, has power, money, and people backing her on all sides. She's alone on this trip but she can defend herself in that ring, and kick your ass six ways from Sunday without a second thought. I've stood by her, fought against her, and now I might have to face off against her. I'll be ready no matter what she throws at me.

Denise steps inside, feeling the coolness around her as she moves along the pool area. No one seems to notice her as she moves about heading toward the doors.

Voice Over: As for Necra, she is a woman that knows what she wants in life, and has taken it, and run with it in more ways than one. She and I have both held titles, and made others around us hate us for whatever reason. Maybe it's because we are the best of the best or maybe it's because they are jealous of us. Necra don't get me wrong, I love you like a sister, but I'm afraid that I have to take you down if we face off against each other. I will be the last one standing in the end no matter what I have to do to get it. If that means I have to beat you to get one step closer to getting to the end, and it will be me by the time this is all over.

Denise soon steps out into the lobby seeing Dario with Creed and her eyes narrow. They talk among themselves as she watches them walk off toward the elevators.

Voice Over: We are surrounded by enemies, by those that could pull this whole thing, and say it was a trap. But even then all of the Darkside have a way out of here without to much trouble. Creed, you've only had one match and I'm not impressed by what I saw. As for you Dario... I'll make sure that you are put down and maybe just maybe I'll make sure that you never walk again. But that's only if you make to me in this tournament. I have no clue who you are facing, or if you will ever get by them. I know there are a few more out there that are here on this island, in this resort but I really don't care. Once this is done, I'm going to go home and settle back into the quiet life with the love of my life. For now I'm going to go ahead and start to get ready for this and see just how far I get. The Deathbringer comes and she comes for thee. See you soon and good luck you're going to need it.

She smiles as she heads toward the elevators herself, as the scene fades to black.

[Emily Riley]

Act 1: White roses are lovely!

The scene opens on the beautiful island of Pandora. The bright sun was high in the sky with the sound of birds and voice drift from the resort that seems to loom out of nowhere on the island. The building itself was done in a warm tan color with tall windows that over looked the island. The tall trees that lined the pathway wound themselves along it with small lights lining the brick pathway before they reached the main part of the resort. The camera moves into the lobby where we see Emily and Seph heading toward the elevators. She is dressed in a light pink sun dress with a wide brimmed white hat on her head. He is dressed in a dark suit, with his silver hair pulled back from his face. They step inside the elevator and the doors soon close in front of them. The golden doors soon reopen and Emily and Seph step out into the long hallway and walk past the vast doors that lined both sides of the hallway. The walls were done in a light yellow and seemed almost welcoming, warm and suited to the resort. The carpet was done in a pure white with little black flecks in it, and was soft under foot. They soon stop in front of a door and Seph slides a card down the reader before Emily steps inside the large room. A king size bed sat in the middle of the room with a deep rose colored comforter and matching pillows. An armore that held the tv was closed and sat across from the bed. Seph stops in his tracks as Emily's eyes seem to light up as she sees a vase filled with pure white roses. 

Emily: Isn't that sweet?

Seph: Ummm... Yes how nice.

Emily moves across the room and smells the roses as she smiles. Seph closes the door behind them as she turns with the vase in hand.

Emily: They smell so heavenly! Look there's a card... Welcome to Pandora. Good Luck in the Tournament, signed Stalker. Ah isn't that sweet?

Seph: Yes... So sweet... How nice of him.

He has an annoyed look on his face, even with the smile you could tell that there was something wrong. Emily looks at him with a frown.

Emily: Something wrong?

Seph: No! Not at all. No nothing is wrong...

He stares at the roses in her hands, as she admires them.

Seph: Nothing at all...

Emily seems to perk up as she opens the balcony doors and sets them on the wide stone railing as Seph continues to stare at the roses.

Emily: What a beautiful view!

Seph: It is...  Why don't you go and freshen up, and then we'll get settled in?

Emily: Alright. I'll be back in a minute.

Seph lets out a deep sigh as Emily walks to the bathroom. The camera moves back to Emily in the bathroom where we see here standing in front of the mirror as her other two sides appear on either side of her in the massive mirror. Rayne was dressed in a red short tropical dress with a red flower in her long hair with her violet eyes shimmering in the lights over head. Tabitha was still dressed in a full length gown of black and purple but there was a lack of sleeves and the dress seemed to come off of the shoulders. Her hair was tied back from her face, and her deep blue eyes shimmered as well.

Tabitha: What a beautiful place.

Rayne: It's time to let loose!

Emily: That's not why we're here.

Tabitha: That's right.

Rayne: Forget the tournament! You have that sexy piece of ass just in the other room, just waiting to take you and ravage you!

Tabitha: That's not what I mean.  But... It would be nice.

Emily sighs shaking her head.

Emily: I'm here for a tournament and to spend time with him... But...

Rayne: But SHE'S here isn't she?

Emily: Yeah and SHE'S by herself.

Tabitha: You have nothing to worry about. He's here with you and you seem to have his full and undivided attention.

Emily: And that was the whole point. I wanted to have sometime just he and I.

Rayne: Yeah but as long as SHE is here then you won't get it.

Tabitha: Don't listen to her! Their time is over... And it's just you and him.

Emily puts her hands on the edge of the sink and smiles softly as she turns from the mirror.

Emily: I know this isn't going to be an easy tournament... I mean I might end up facing my love, but he and I both know that only one of us can walk away with the win and the money and whatever else they are giving the winner. I know there are a lot of people in this tournament and I really don't want to have to go through everyone, considering I might not face most of them. I'm not sure who I'm facing either, let alone where. I guess I'll just have to wait and see what comes of it all right? Just like everyone else.

The camera pans to the other room where we see Seph with the coat rack in hand. He knocks the vase of roses off to the ground below.

Voice: What the fuck?!

Seph looks down over the railing and he sees Joanne standing there just inches away from the broken vase. She looks up at him and sighs.

Seph: Sorry Joanie.

The camera focuses back to Emily who perks up hearing the sound of breaking ceramic and the voice.

Emily: Is everything alright?

Seph turns and before the blink of an eye he is across the room and to her side.

Seph: I'm sorry love...

She looks disappointed but smiles softly.

Emily: It's alright. What happened?

Seph: I must have knocked them down when I walked past them... Why don't I take you out to make up for it?

Emily: That would be nice.

Seph: Why don't you go ahead and put our stuff in the closet and then we'll go.

Emily: Alright.

Emily opens the closet and there sitting in front of her sits a long black outfit with silver shoulder guards, and a long silver sword sat beside it.

Emily: Wow they must have had cosplayers or something here.

Seph's eyes narrow as he looks annoyed.

Rayne: Make him put it on...

Emily turns and look at him with a soft smile.

Emily: Will you wear it for me?

Seph: No.

Emily: Please?

She bats her eyes as she looks at him with a sweet smile.

Emily: I'll wear that little outfit that you like if you do...

Emily smiles softly, as she runs a finger across his chest. Seph sighs, as he looks at her with a defeated look crossing his face.

Seph: We'll talk about it later.

Emily smiles as they head out the door and into the hallway closing the door behind them as the scene fades to black.

[Sephiroth du Lac]

In nature when two spiders inhabit the same area they are not naturally tolerant of each other. So they maintain their territory. Usually this means that they both keep their area. Never the two should meet. And yet some ambitious spiders challenge. And the other is forced to battle. So it would seem that our gracious host has called us here and now I find myself in a difficult position. Do I attack or do I choose to honor the territory. I guess time will tell.

---

*The scene opens on the interior of a beautiful suite in the islands main hotel as night drapes it's beautiful blanket over the island. The windows sit open allowing the tradewinds to blow sweetly inside. The fragrance of cocoa butter and coconut fill the room along with the sweet scent of two dozen roses sitting in a brand new vase by the window sill. A slinky black lace dress sits by the bedside as the camera drifts up the bed. The satin and silk sheets drape over the sleeping figure of the woman known as Emily Riley as slowly a silhoette of a man gently kisses her forehead. As he stands we see him more clearly the figure of Sephiroth du Lac dressed in a cosplay Sephiroth outfit complete with sword. He looks over at a full length mirror along the wall seeing his reflection and what he is wearing. He simply sighs in response.*

Seph: The things I do for affection.

*He just shakes his head beginning to loosen the straps upon his chest and unhook the sword at his side. As he does he examines it more closely seeing a small strip of paper inside. Carefully he draws the blade even for a cosplay sword it's a masterful replica of a No-daichi. Slowly he pulls the paper from it's place in the sheath ad opens it revealing a simple message.

"Your move, old timer."

Seph reads it quietly and finally crushes it in his hand. An annoyed look upon his face.*

Seph: And so the time for civility has passed.

---

It is often said that hubris is the downfall of man. S it is for many. A wrong is unredressed if retribution overtakes it's redresser, it is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself known as such to him who has done the wrong. I shall resolve my hosts hospitality but I need to do it in such a way as to make him know it was I. Wouldn't want him to think there were any uninvited monsters, would I?

---

*A little while later we see him now dressed in finery, a silk shirt and suit with ivory cufflinks he stands adjusting. He looks back at his beloved in the mirror and smiles. The day was hers he had promised it to her but his night was all his and he knew it. He adjusts his collar admiring the handsome face in the mirror. He looks like a wolf in human clothing and he thinks of himself as such.*

Seph: Growl.

*He says in a sultry tone before walking to the door with a smirk. Slowly he opens the door letting her rest as he steps inside the hall. A cart sits near him, obviously one of the maids cleaning carts there he sees something that catches his eye and with a smile he snatches it up before heading down to the lobby.*

---

But I digress this event is not about me. It is about all of you. My illustrious peers. Those hardened warriors that claim such noteriety. I was rather hurt that so many of you dismiss me as merely an annoyance. As if I am some fly on the wall one could simply swat away. It truly bothers me I am not paid my right due. Ah but that is why I am here anyway. To prove that I belong. A motorcycle and money no matter how much or how fanciful could not compare to the one thing I ask for respect. Could one put a price on one's dignity. Where love is concerned perhaps but not for monetary gain ever. What I have come here to do the world will see and all will never deny me what is owed.

---

*The camera cuts back to him as the elevator opens and he steps to the rather costly bar in the private resort. A soulful rendition of "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" plays as he steps inside examining the late night crowd of the room. The bar is relatively sparsely populated. A few of the other participants sit nearby nursing drinks. Johnny and Ex sit at a table a pyramid of bottled beers forming on the table. A few of the hotels staff crowd around the bar itself drinking and laughing and in a corner that he glances at he sees her, his former wife, his childe Joanne Canelli nursing a small glass of red wine. He smiles and walks over leaning on the table as he casts his shadow over her.*

Seph: This seat taken?

*Joanne looks up smiling a soft smile before taking another sip from the glass in her pale hand and motioning for him gracefully toward the seat.*

Joanne: Not really. Care to join me?

*He smiles taking the seat opposite of her as he leans his arm upon the table with a knowing smile.*

Seph: So, what brings you down here? As if I didn't know.

*Joanne laughs as she sets the glass down on the table in front of her.*

Joanne: Probably the same reason you are...

*He coyly chuckles at her response.*

Seph: Great minds often think alike. Sorry about earlier... the um... flower incident.

*He says quietly covering his mouth and whispering the words as if it were some quiet joke between friends.*

Joanne: It's alright. I haven't had much luck tonight... I'm starved and there hasn't been a bite all night

Seph: Oh I wouldn't worry too much. The night is still young. Besides if I know my host he's probably lined up something right up your alley. Have you checked in with your husband?

*Joanne simply nods.*

Joanne: I called in when I got here. Everythin' is fine. They haven't burnt the house down yet at least... I don't think so.

*Seph just chuckles taking her glass from in front of her and taking a small sip himself as he just smiles at her from behind the glass.*

Seph: That's good. No matter what you do here remember you have something at home worth fighting for. It's why we keep breathing and playing at being human. You have to remember that. It will keep you sane no matter how hungry you get.

*Joanne licks her lips as she takes the glass from him.*

Joanne: I know. I love Uh Oh, and well... The guys always look out for me, no matter what kind of trouble I get into.

Seph: Ah... but they are not here, my dear. And you can bet that is not just by your design.

Joanne: Yeah I kind of figured that. I thought this would be a trap that's why I told them to stay behind. I wasn't sure what to expect really.

*Seph just leans in as if sharing a secret for her ears only.*

Seph: You know you can relax. Our host isn't about to attack you here no matter who is with you. We are simply being observed. This tournament. This competition is merely a test. A chance to learn strengths and weaknesses and if he ever needs to he can simply sell the events and make some extra money. This is merely scouting, a chance to show his strength and a chance to test ours.

Joanne: Oh yeah? How can you be sure?

*He simply shrugs taking the glass from her again and sipping the wine savoring it a moment before continuing.*

Seph: Because it is what I would do.

---

Greed is a powerful motivation one that stabs at the simplest man as well as the most complex. Our host appealed to our weaknesses. Curiosity, mystery, greed, and of course pride. Even I yes I was taken as well. The chance to fight to stand above all others. To be cast as the better of my peers. This he has used to draw us in. He wants to join us. To be one of us but his mind, his purpose is twisted. This I thought and this I think. He will try to take his place among us. Oh yes he will try I'm sure. But he is not us. He is something else. Something other. And yet we are very much alike he and I. All the more pity for each of my lessers involved. How wonderous it would be to finally stand toe to toe not just with them but with my... old friend.

---

Joanne: Why does it not surprise me?

*Joanne smirks and takes the glass back from him taking the last sip.*

Joanne: So, why did you come? I mean the money is good but why come at all if you knew it was a trap?

*Seph shrugs nonchalantly.*

Seph: Because others said yes. Because I rightly deserve to be here and most importantly because it didn't matter...

Joanne: Didn't matter?

Seph: He already knows my weaknesses.

*Joanne looks at him quizzically as he glances over at the crowd of workers parting. There standing among them is a beautiful woman, young tan, with blackish brown hair. A true island beauty. She notices him and smiles shyly from across the room as Seph grins devilishly. Joanne just rolls her eyes as she looks at him.*

Joanne: I know that look.

*Seph just turns and looks at her.*

Seph: Oh I apologize. If you want the three of us could...

*Joanne shakes her head and leans back in the cushioned seat.*

Joanne: No, I'm good... I'll get my own... And besides I don't think Emily would like that.

*He just smiles and nods acknowledgingly as he begins to stand.*

Seph: Probably not.

*Casually he walks to the bar walking amidst the figures of common workers still in their resort attire. He approachses the woman and smiply takes her hand and kisses it gently before tilting a bow and introducing himself.*

Seph: Sephiroth du Lac. At your service m'lady.

*She smiles taken aback as he looks at her with gentle eyes.*

Woman: Hi, I'm Maya.

Seph: I must warn you, Maya. I have a girlfriend.

*Maya leans in conspiratorially.*

Maya: Well she isn't here is she?

*Her tone is seductive and inviting and he smiles at her knowingly. Before offering her his arm.*

Seph: No, she isn't.

*He says simply leading her away.*

---

Or perhaps it will be another. One of my fellows, one of my allies that will stand against me. Perhaps my beloved herself. And then there are the others. Names which resound in the halls of the NCW. The Hex Girls, the Dean Tylers, the Nidrahs or the Tyler Cross'. Names which with respect hold so much weight and yet little value to one such as me save for one thing. Sustenance. The value of which to one such as me is often one's weight in gold. Who knows what these days might hold all I know is I await it with eager anticipation. As one savors the scent of a finely cooked steak before one's meal.

---

*Thew camera follows them through the night as they walk and talk. As he removes his jacket to ease her chill. As they laugh and talk and walk the boardwalk. The moon moving in the night sky as they walk through the forest jungle until at length she leads him to a singular spot.A curious one a cape far away from the civilized parts of the island. A lone small dock leading out of the dark waters of the night ocean.*

Maya: It is here. See? Just like I told you.

Seph: It's beautiful.

*She smiles as she holds her arms up proudly showing him.*

Maya: No one but the staff comes here. It's our little hideaway. Far from prying eyes.

*Seph just admires it and her as she giggles a bit removing his jacket.*

Seph: I imagine even your boss wouldn't monitor such a sight. Are you sure we won't...

*he stops midsentence as she begins to remove her top the camera making sure to catch the silhouette of her body in the moonlight.*

Seph: Um... what are you thinking of doing exactly?

*She looks back giggling playfully.*

Maya: You've never gone skinny dipping in the ocean?

*He smiles taken aback but still nodding smiling a bit coyly.*

Seph: Can't say that I have.

Maya: Then you are in for a treat.

*She says with a devilish wink as she casts the bottoms away from her body standing naked her hands drawn to her sex and breasts to cover them playfully before laughing and sprinting into the water. She begins to swim beside the dock as Seph steps on it following her with a playful smile of his own.*

Maya: Come in, the water is fine. Don't tell me the brave big man is afraid.

*Seph just smiles breathing in the air.*

Seph: Aren't you? There might be sharks.

Maya: We are miles from any shark.

Seph: Oh I don't know about that.

*He says with a knowing flirtatious grin.*

---

See the problem is that no matter who it is among you. Be it A.J. Flare or Brian Kennedy. Be it Johnny Reb or even Ice Queen you all have one fatal flaw. You underestimate. You castigate without thinking of who you are facing. What you are facing. For never in all of nature was there born a more perfect killer. A more apex predator as I. They say shark can smell blood from three miles away a single drop in the ocean. Well I smell blood in the water, my friends and you know what that means...

---

*She giggles going under and for a moment we see through her eyes looking up as he stands on the dock one moment then as her eyes plunge under crystal depths he is gone. Just as soon as he was there. She quickly raises up looking to and fro.*

Maya: Hello?!

*No answer. The jungle silent nearby only the sound of the tide water calling in reply.*

Maya: Mr. Du Lac?!

*Suddenly she feels it a brush against her leg once more we have the camera cut to her face as she plunges it in the water looking for the cause and it switches to her vision as suddenly she sees him. The man she was just flirting with a horrible fanged visage his eyes red his fangs born in a snarling monstrous gaze as his clawed hands pulls her down. She screams under the water out of instinct bubbles only escaping as the terror beneathe her drags her down into his grasp.*

---

A feeding frenzy.

---

*The camera catches the beach of the cape in the morning as the dawns rays peek over the ocean horizon and slowly a figure emerges. His hair is long and wet. His fine clothes soaked. His silk shirt stained red with blood as he slowly comes out of the ocean like a human nightmare. His face holds no smile. No emotion just determination as the tide crashes against him and he walks to the shore with a calm unceasing look of the predator within as the scene fades to black.*

---

Till the next time we meet, little fishes, I remain humbly yours. Sephiroth du Lac.

[Allura Desmonds]

Brian Kennedy has spoken.

Click Here

[Dario Arturo Cortez]

* Our cameras on the island show a large something in the air. the cameras can't quite make it out just yet. the large something is now coming closer and closer to the island.. it's a helicopter . but instead of landing on the beach, perhaps.. it is heading for a small landing pad that is not that far from a small forest clearing. which makes for a good landing spot. the helicopter pilot must be very talented. it slowly but surely descends and it then turns off. it's doors open . we then see apoclaypse members, Dario Arturo Cortez and Mr. Creed exit the helicopter. the pilot then exits the helicopter. creed, dario and the helicopter pilot who looks a bit..odd as he is wearing a full faced luchador mask, blue denim pants and a green university of miami t-shirt. while creed has on his outfit from the battery show he just preformed at. dario is always dressing fashionably looks at the camera crew who is finally catches up to them.

Creed: Finally. you were told to be waiting here at this spot or close enough to it.

camera man: sorry sir. it's just..this place is so big. it is easy to get lost.

Creed: Whatever. look i just got off a long ass flight to get here

Dario: you are not the only one.

creed: but i am the only one of the three of us that is competing.

Dario: I need to keep my eye on the prize. you know that is the reason. no distractions. however i am here supporting both the other members of apocalypse and yourself.

Pilot: And i..

Creed: hey. be quiet. i know for you that it's hard thing to do. but you know how you are. once you start..

Dario: Exactly.

Pilot: Well i am in the danger zone as far as fuel goes. so i guess i will be sticking around at least until i am able to get enough fuel to fly out here. you match's location isn't to far from here is it?

creed sighs

Creed: No it isn't.

Pilot: Your welcome.

creed is silent for a couple of seconds.

Creed: yeah, yeah. thanks. didn't know you were this good.

Pilot even if you did you wouldn't want to tell me because you think i wold take that compliment and have a big swelled head about it.

Creed: yeah.that about sums it up.

the pilot just shrugs

Creed: exactly. now if you two will excuse me.

* creed looks straight into the camera.*

Creed: about a mile away in the old wooded area is where i will be taking on my first round opponent. who frankly i couldn't ask for a better opponent. and that opponent is you executioner also known as ex. ex you have been getting in my business around three times here. i just flew in this helicopter ride that had more than one stop to refuel. you showed that your not that dumb when you took my advance in not interfering as i was beating the unholy hell out of wallace. what i did to him. this long helicopter ride, despite you not interfering i am still in a bad mood. and now i get to take that out on the one person so far who has made it a point to get in my way and intervene on what i am doing here.

to our fans who are watching, if you are wondering where our match is taking place, then wait no further.

he turns and points to a small dot

creed: see that? i know it looks like a dot but it is a old saw mill place. i know right. but they do have to cut the trees away in order to set up housing. so it's not that weird that it is here.

he sighs

that ex is where you are going to get a beatin' at. time is ticking away. like i said when i cut my battery promo, we have tussled back and fourth via your meddling in my affairs. i wold like to be optiomisitc here and say that after this you won't interfere in my business. but you more than likely will. other than myself your the closest in height and weight. So i know this will be a slug fest that will for sure be longer than my match against wallace . you saw what i did to 'em.  it may not be that easy, but you will suffer for your actions thus far.

he then turns around and starts to head north. he gives the hand motion of "come on" . they follow behind and stop at the beginning of the forest.

well here's where it ends for y'all.

pilot ha..you said y'all.

creed: yeah and it's your fault, partly. anyways.. ex  this isn't an ncw sanctioned event. so even though we will be slugging it out in a match here in order to advance one of the two of us and getting one step closer to the prize, in ncw's eyes were not having a match. so officially should i win i won't have had a victory over you, but it'll still matter. this match matters. it lets me get back at you. so i don't care if this is an "offical" match or not. i am getting my hands on you and you will get these hands with punch after punch, every slam or what not that is going to happen during our match. it is not by sheer coincidence why the two of us are facing each other in round one. it has been set up this way since you started messing with my business. in the woods in that old saw mill looking place. that may not be your final resting place. but it will be your go no further sigh and you will no longer be in this tournament when i beat you.

am i being a bit presumptuous of myself?  eh maybe but everyone saw what i did to wallace. i am a big man with lots of experience i had to fly all the way out here from a match that shouldn't even have happened. that poor kid never stood a chance and now i am in a bad mood. though you, unlike wallace actually stands A chance. from our little tussles, i don't take you lightly. who knows maybe this is just the first step in us becoming a big rival towards the other. and who knows perhaps down the road you might beat me in a match. but this round..this opening round of you and i , even though this isn't an offical ncw match..this round is going to me. you will of course be in better shape than i left wallace in. so take solace in that.

It is high time that the so called superstars here in ncw..they all regardless of their sex, religion, their experience all of that has them prideful of themselves. it is time to kill that pride that each of them has. it offically started with wallace. and now it is your turn to have not just you, but your pride to be taken out to that wood shead that is waiting and i know i won't beat or even kill all of your pride but you will feel a little less prideful of yourself than you did when we first started. i have waited in the background long enough. it's time to kill those so called superstars pride. given your height and weight it may take more than one to get the job done. BUT that's ok. i don't might whailing on you again and again as i did to wallace. though there will be no ref to stop this beatdown.

So come i will we waiting for you who calls yourself an executioner, it is you who could very well be executed themselves. bring all that you have to our match. i look forward to no one being able to pull us apart . of the two big men let's see who'll come out on top this time. it may sound prideful of me to say, but it is merely confidence in myself when i say, i like my chances more than i like yours. ha ha. but hey who knows right. this is an anything goes kinda match. i am sure both of us might find a weapon or two to use on the other..ohh it is going to be so much fun i can hardly contain myself.

* he looks at dario, the pilot and the camera crew*

Creed: times almost here..time for me to head out to those woods and give the so called executioner an ass whoopin' that'd make Jake "the bull" wade proud.

both Dario and the Pilot smile and nod. and with that creed heads to the setting of his first match.

fade

[thenewcsa]

*The camera falls on the beautiful island paradise as the camera crane shots across the islands beautiful palm trees and crystal clear waters . It moves across the landscape taking in the natural beauty of the place. But it is not here that we truly set or scene, no a boat some distance from the coast sits quietly in the deep blue waters a while out and as we close in on it we see several figures. A captain, an island native no doubt in white shorts and polo shirt with a captain hat on. The beautiful figure of a woman sunbathing, the back of her top undone so not to get tanlines and the subject of our inquiry for there in a sleeveless AC/DC shirt, dressed in cut blue jean shorts with a bass fishing hat on sits Johnny Reb, large fishing pole in hand. He sits in the seat leaning back enjoying the sun his sunglasses reflecting the bright sun as he pulls his hat backwards and sighs. He puts his still cowboy booted feet up. Sighing contentedly. Suddenly he looks over and looks surprised to see the camera there as he pulls at the line a bit.*

J.R.: Oh howdy, y'all! I didn't see ya there. Small world ain't it? You maybe askin' "Good ol' JOhnny Reb?" and I'd answer "Yeah, what do you want?" and y'all probably say "Why you out here fishin' when you should be preppin' for some sort of tourney?" and then I'd reply "Mind yer own fuckin' business and stay out of my personal affairs!". But then after I laughed about it I'd probably respond that nothin' gets me in a more zen relaxed mindset then some good ol' fashioned fishin'. Now what is it about fishin' that makes it so damn relaxin' in the first place, you might wonder? Is it the sound of the water lapping at the boat? The calm of sittin' here and just waitin' fer the action to start? Or maybe it's just the call of man versus the primal forces of nature in epic battle?

*Johnny reaches down into a cooler next to him pulling out a can of devil's backbone before taking out his hunting knife and beginning to set up to shotgunning the beer.*

J.R.: It remains a mystery....

*He says right before the can hisses and he pops the top chugging the double size can in a single act of impressive drinking before belching loudly as he pulls the can away.*

J.R.: Yep, a mystery.

*Tosses the now empty can on the deck as he sighs leaning back again eyes on where the pole is right now looking for any sign.*

J.R.: But you see this ain't the only reason ol' Johnny Reb done come out here on open water. Naw. See I figure this Stalker guy done gone and probably set a bunch of things up to mess with us. So I figure I kill two birds with one stone. I get to fish on my vacation and I avoid dealin' with all the bullshit. Now is that some four-dee chess move or what? See that's not thinkin' hard, that's just thinkin' smart. And you know I offered to take Ex and Necra out here but she complains she don't wanna smell like fish and I can't drag Ex away from a free all you can eat buffet. So here I am. All me lonesome. Just a man against the elements.

Candi: (From off camera) You got me, baby!

J.R.: Oh yeah, got the misses with me to. Doin' a little suntannin'. Sure it's a distraction but she don't get no tanlines if you catch my meanin'

*He leans in whispering the last part with his hand to his mouth as if telling a secret. But then goes back to pulling up his poll reeling in the line a bit.*

J.R.: As for this whole tournament thing. Hell, I'm ready willin' and able. You kiddin' me? Not only would I whoop most of these peoples asses for free but I also get a vacation and I also get paid and I also get a new bike? Hell you toss in an open bar and I'd damn near think this was heaven. Not only that but Cross is here. Dario's here. Joanne Coppala, confetti, cholera whatever the hell her name is is here with my damn title. Hell, I'm so happy you'd think I was drunk. I mean I am but that's just fishin'.

*Johnny just shrugs at the last line leaning in focusing on the ocean looking for any sign of a nibble.*

J.R.: Now there are also some rough contenders here. The old man is here which got ol' Necra spooked. As is ol' Glenda the good witch. You got ol' Scooby Doo's wicca warlock poppin' her head up no doubt. The ol' Ice Queen bringin' the cold shoulder and good ol' backpack is here too. I waved at him but he didn't wave back to me. Can you believe that? Some people are just rude as hell.

*The camera watches him as he grabs a bottle from off the deck and turns his back to the camera. The sound of a zipper resounding and then flowing water the sound of him urinating in the bottle as he looks back at the camera.*

J.R.: I mean the nerve of some people am I right?

*he finishes quickly zippin himself up before tossing the piss filled bottle in the ocean.*

J.R.: Well regardless all I got to say is I'm here. I'm ready. I'm gonna kick ass you can guaran-damn-tee that and most of all I'm gonna show to them and everybody why I am the baddest mother fuck...

*Sudddenly the sppool goes crazy as the rod dips from it's holster.*

J.R.: Oooop!

*He quickly grabs the rod pulling back and beginning to reel moving his arms as he strains trying to pull.*

J.R.: I got somethin'!

*He frantically begins reeling as a marlin leaps in the water near the boot as he frantically fights.*

J.R.: Ha! And you said corn cheese and nightcrawlers wouldn't work. Shows what you know!

*He pulls and reels the tug of war getting intense until Johnny places his feet up on the metal stirrups pulling with all his might. The fish leaps into the boat it's long swordlike nose headed straight for Johnny before a hand grabs it pulling it to the side from off camera. The camera steps back revealing Necra standing beside Johnny as he sits in surprise as Necra begins to hold down the giant fish on her own. Johnny quickly moves to help her as they both subdue it.*

J.R.: Spooky! What are you doin' here?!

Necra: Keeping you off my list, you moron. You almost died cause your drunk ass got impaled by a marlin.

*The fish struggles a bit before finally calming down death slowly coming to it as Johnny stands nodding to Necra.*

J.R.: Well, much obliged, Spooky. Guess I got friends in low places.

*Necra just sighs*

Necra: You owe me.

Candi: (Off camera) Oh baby! You did it! Oh, hi, Bestie!

*The camera moves to an edit behind her back as Candi stands and Necra and Johnny look her top clearly fallen off from behind as Johnny looks at the camera given the cut hand signal as Necra just face palms.*

Necra: Put your top on, Candi.

*As the scene fades to black.*