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Post by Allura Desmonds on Nov 21, 2020 15:35:22 GMT -5
Fourth Match
NCW Bloody Hardcore Championship
Mirror Death Match
Sephiroth du Lac © vs Dean Tyler
RP Limit: 2 per Person
Deadline: 12/12/20 @11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 12/14/20 @11:59pm eastern time
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Post by Dean Tyler on Dec 12, 2020 21:29:35 GMT -5
The first scene is seen taking place at the Cincinnati, Ohio house where there's two people seen having a cup of coffee and putting up some Christmas lights trying to enjoy the Christmas holidays. The camera pans to let the viewers know that it's the man who is known in the Neo Championship Wrestling federation as " Dangerous" Dean Tyler and his brother, Sami. Dean's love, Merxy Black, was seen on the phone with the General Manager, Allura Desmonds , getting the rematch for the Sirens Championship title that Merxy lost to the backstabbing Emily Riley all prepped up. Dean went to the room where he shares with his love and gave Merxy a cup of coffee to have. Merxy thanked Dean and passionately kissed him. Dean left the room so that his love can have some privacy while speaking to Miss Desmonds. Sami decided to make the threesome some lunch to have. Suddenly, Dean's cell phone rang so he looked at the following message that was sent to him by the General Manager of Battery.
Dear Mr. Tyler:
We here at Neo Championship Wrestling federation wanted you to know that at the upcoming pay per view, Winter's End that you are going to get a opportunity to win the Bloody Hardcore Championship title away from the current, reigning and defending champion, Sephiroth du Lac in a Mirror Death Match. We want to wish you the very best of luck in your match. We see you at the show.
Sincerely: The General Manager of Battery
WOW, that's awesome to hear! He decided to share the news with his brother and his love. They was so very much excited for him. The first scene was seen ending as the threesome was about to have some lunch.
The next day, he decided to record his thoughts about his match at the pay per view inside of the living room. He wanted to keep quiet since Merxy was sleeping in their room. Sami decided to go workout at the nearest LA Fitness gym. He composed himself and say into the video camera that's attached to his laptop.
Dean: Well, here we go again! At the upcoming Neo Championship Wrestling federation pay per view, Winter's End, I'm going to try with all of my heart and soul to decimate the so called Dark Prince, Sephiroth du Lac and FINALLY become the new Bloody Hardcore Champion. Mr. du Lac, you call yourself The Fallen Angel? Well, I'm the Hardcore God so you will be forced to bow down and kiss MY royal feet, you peasant maggot! It's going to be under a Mirror Death Match so it's going to give me so much happy thrills to strongly take your already pale body with strong force, drive your head into the mirror, see you crumple down to the mat and fall down. It's time to see your " wings" get clipped and see you try to gasp for breath. I'm going to be so very much far down dangerous in the match. I would love to send you back to your Gothic wannabe wife, the backstabbing Emily Riley, in a body bag so she won't be able to recognize you. Mr. du Lac, you have royally totally pissed me off and I'm so ready to take my frustrations out on you. The Bloody Hardcore Championship title WILL and SHOULD be coming home to the rightful King and that's ME, " The Dangerous Hardcore God", Dean Tyler even if it kills me. It's going to be a long cold day in hell if you even remotely think that you are going to walk out of our match as the champion. Winter has arrived and it's time for me to give you the big, cold, hellish chill of your life. See you in hell, you vampire!
He sent the promo to the fed hoping that Mr. du Lac is seeing and listening. He shut off the laptop and decided to go wake up his love in a happy way as the scene faded into black.
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Post by Dean Tyler on Dec 14, 2020 19:49:07 GMT -5
The first scene was seen taking place at the nearest LA Fitness gym in Cincinnati, Ohio where the weather was quite brutally cold. The people was six feet apart thanks to the CoVid situation doing their workout sessions. One of the people who was seen getting himself a workout session in is the man who is known in the Neo Championship Wrestling federation as " The Dangerous Hardcore God" Dean Tyler. He had a very much important match to wrestle in. It was due to be happening at the upcoming pay per view titled Winter's End and it was for the Bloody Hardcore Championship title under the Mirror Death match. He was seen running on a treadmill to warm up the body. Next, he decided to do some push ups and sit-ups to get the muscles ready for the weights. Right after that, he did lift some weights to get some muscles built up. He finally decided to finish his workout session by running inside of the indoor track. He took a few sips of water and caught his breath. He went to take a shower to freshen himself up. He changed into fresher clothes and tossed the dirty towel into the dirty towel hamper. He waved goodbye to the gym staff, put on his jacket and walked on out to his red Ford Focus and decided to go home to pack his bags and get on the first Delta Airlines flight that was due to leave at Lunkin Airport and take him to the pay per view destination which was in Orlando, Florida. His love, Merxy Black met up with Dean to travel with Mr. Tyler to the pay per view destination. They was seen getting inside of the airline and off to sleep they went.
About a good three and a half hours later, the happy couple was seen arriving at the Orlando International Airport, the destination of the Winter's End pay per view. They got off of the airline and go get their bags from baggage claim. Right after that, they found their white Ford Fusion rental car and Dean put their bags inside of the trunk. He opened the passenger's door for his love and made sure that his love was buckled in. A quick flash, he was seen getting inside of the driver's side door and buckled himself in. They decided to go check into the Crowne Plaza Orlando- Downtown and get some sleep specially for Dean since he had a very much important match to wrestle in. They made it safe and sound to the hotel, grabbed their bags, went on inside of the hotel to get checked in, go to their room and order room service to bring them some food and drinks for them to have. After having dinner, they was seen snuggling next to each other as Merxy honored Dean's wishes for him to get some sleep as Merxy already knew that his love was going to be wrestling in one of Dean's very much important match of Mr. Tyler's life. Off to sleep they went.
The day has arrived and Dean, along with Merxy, was very much well rested ready to wrestle in one of his very much important matches of his life. They realized that the arena was really close by so they decided to walk to the arena. When they got to the Amway Arena, the fans was wildy cheering on for the couple and the happy couple waved back and smiled. They was seen getting their head temperature checked and they was given the green light to go in. Dean found out where his locker room was and went straight to his locker room. He opened the door for his love and walked right behind him. He made a phone call and asked the guests if they arrived at the arena. They said yes and wished him the best of luck in his match. He thanked them and decided to get dressed for his match. He breathed a sigh of relief and decided to talk about his match.
About a good few minutes later, he asked his love to record his thoughts about the match. Merxy did that and Dean said right back into the video camera that was attached to his phone.
Dean: Okay, Sephiroth du Lac! Why haven't anyone heard anything from you about our match at the Winter's End pay per view? Usually, the champion speaks up and the challenger speaks. Well in this case, I'm the one who is doing all of the speaking. Are you too busy giving your precious Emily Riley the spankings for her being a " bad girl" that you are not focused on the really important matter which is ME facing against you in the cold and brisky weather during the Winter's End pay per view for your precious Bloody Hardcore Championship title? I'm so ready to hopefully be the one to rip that title away from your cold dead hands. I'm also so ready to deal you some broken dreams that I am going to be making for you. You are no Angel, that's for damn sure! You are the devil in disguise. I'm The Dangerous Hardcore God and at the end of our match, you will be bowing down to YOUR NEW king: ME, Dean Tyler! I'm bloodthirsty for your
blood and I will suck it all out on you! Get ready to go to war because Winter's has arrived and I WILL be the new leader in the Bloody Hardcore Championship title division. Enough of the talking. Time for the action to begin!
He looked into the camera with a ice cold look seen seeping through his eyes as he was seen one million percent dead serious wanting to decimate Mr. du Lac at all costs by any means necessary. He hit send and posted the promo hoping that vampire boy would see it. The scene ended with Dean holding Merxy in his arms evily smiling.
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Post by Sephiroth du Lac on Dec 14, 2020 20:35:07 GMT -5
“Business!” cried the Ghost, wringing its hands again. “Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were all my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!”
-A Chistmas Carol by Charles Dickens-
*The camera falls once more on the snow covered grounds of Du Lac Manor. All around a blanket of white decorate the grounds as ice drips like tears from the branches of trees. The cawing of Ravens resound in the trees as quiet snowflakes fall upon the fresh powdery snow wrapping everything in tones of muted black and white. The air is crisp and cold , the type of morning that chills men's hearts to the bone. The wind is cool, the smell of wintry christmas in the air and yet as the camera pans we see not a place of merriment but instead a graveyard spreading far as the eye can see. Monuments of death both markers and crypts, statues of weeping angels mourning the lost ones of times passed. It is a lonely place quiet as the grave and amid the tombs and monuments only one figure moves. His form clothed in black , a highwayman high collar coat hiding his frame as he moves like a specter between the stones. Not a sound he makes save for the crunching of snow. For here among the dead, the dead visit... here in this hallowed place steps the one known as Sephiroth du Lac a look of quiet melancholy on his face. as he moves to the center where the largest statue of mourning resides. His steps practiced even in the thickness of the snow as if he knew the way by heart. Stepping over stones others might miss in haste or in ignorance. At length he reaches his goal two particular graves decorated with toy cars several of them. Some old and rusted others worn but newer. He looks down seeing the names "Dante and Tobias du Lac" upon them. His eyes looking mournfully at the graves he drops down stooping low in reverent respect placing a single toy car upon each stone and then a single black rose before each as he drops his head in silent solace.*
Reflection. It's a hard thing to do. To question that which you thought was right. To realize your mistakes. Tombstones for example are an odd form of human reflection. Those who they are marked for never see them. Never get to reflect upon them. They are not for those whose names adorn them. They are for us. The ones left behind by the tragedies of life. The survivors left to visit and mourn. So it has been nearly 22 christmases that I have visited these graves. Left here in the wake of a mother's madness and a father's tragedy. Only I remember them. Only I and one other I know even knew their names. Knew what they meant to me. No father mortal or immortal should have to bury his children.
*The camera pans and for a moment we see him standing there first in color then in black and white as he stands cold in the snow, though his clothing is different now he looks the same though his face is more downtrodden filled with sadness and sorrow that few if any could possibly know. Nor would one wish them to know. A hand from an unseen figure lands on his shoulder like a gentle dove giving console to the mourning father.* Familiar voice: Are you okay?*He wipes a tear away and steels his face swallowing the pain hard as he gazes upon the tiny graves freshly dug.* Seph: I shall be. Perhaps. In time.Familiar voice: You can't fool me, old friend. I can't imagine how you feel.Seph: Nor would I wish you to. Nor would I wish it upon my worst enemy.Familiar Voice: Thats good. Can you imagine Sothren as a parent?*Seph chokes a chuckle through tears as he stares down placing his hand upon the mysterious figures. The touch one of another reaching for help and finding a comfort in a hard time.*
When you lose a child you reflect on much. Harder still when you are the reason. Such it is with me in my sorrow that I found it hard to laugh. Hard to smile. For a while I did not glance in the mirror not even to gaze upon my face. Yes tombstones reflect much. Much like a mirror they gaze back at us. All the things we should have said. Wanted to say. Wanted to do but can't now. They show much of what is in our hearts. Much like a looking glass. They reflect the best and worst of us.
Familiar voice: How did it happen?Seph: She ... she killed them.Familiar voice: What? Chloe?*Sephiroth brings his hand to the bridge of his nose trying to piece it all together. Trying to make sense of the tragedy before him. Trying and failing all in vain. Trying not to blame her... or himself.* Seph: Ye-yes. She killed them. Smothered them. Then she turned the gun on herself. I got home in time to hear the shot. If I had been here I...Familiar voice: Don't... don't blame yourself. It's not your fault.Seph: I should have seen it. Should have done something.*Seph fights back tears as the figure continues gripping his shoulder tight. Their shadow cast beside his as they step to stand in solidarity with their friend, the fallen one himself.* Familiar voice: There was nothing you could do. She was weak and you have more important obligations. She needed to be strong on her own. She faltered and they paid for it. It was her cruelty not yours, my friend.Seph: I want to believe that, I do. Still part of me wishes I was able to stop it.Familiar voice: You cant stop the evil they do. They are weak Seph. The sooner you accept that the more you realize they aren't worth saving.Seph: There is good in them to. Remember I was them once.Familiar voice: The exception that proves the rule, my friend. You are too much the optimist.*He turns to the figure a sorrowful yet proud and hopeful look in his eyes* Seph: And you too much the pessimist, my fallen friend.
And so have I decided to show you this. The reflection of me and of you, Mr. Tyler. You covet that which is mine so readily. You assume I am evil. You assume because I harm others that I do not care for life. This is a fallacy. I care deeply as all men do. Especially this time of year. Which is why I have given you this gift. This oppertunity. You see I chose this match for a reason. This vision of the past for a reason. I want you to look. To see with your own eyes your reflection. As I bring you to the very shores of pain. As I make your body bleed, as I crash you through panes of reflective gladss I want you to see your pain. To see the physical and emotional exhaustion etched in every moment of exquisite sorrow. I want you to see the fear in your own eyes, The shame and humiliation as I see it in myself. For no physical pain you could inflict can compare to what I have experienced already. I have had my flesh haggered from my bones, I have experienced pain no mortal shall fear and when I close my eyes and look away from the reflection I see it is only because I know what I have done and what costs I have paid to come this far. And not you nor any man will ever take that from me. Cause it is a memory seared in my bones with fire hotter then a thousand branding irons.
*Suddenly the camera flashes and the color returns. He is alone again. Standing in the stone the graves back to older faded look the cars there marking the years. He drops to one knee tilting his head down solemnly and speaks with a determined yet trembling voice.* Seph: Another christmas boys and I wish you were here. I know that their are others watching you now as you watch over me. I promised you I would never forget. I never will. This I do for you. This I promise you. I shall make them pay. Make them all suffer as you suffered. And though you never knew the joy of battle. The feel of victory or the delight of watching your enemies beg I shall give it to you as I always do. I shall do this in your name. As I do every year to honor you.*He reaches under his heavy jacket slipping something from around his waist and with quiet resolve pulls the Bloody Hardcore belt laying it upon the graves with solemn reverence. He shifts allowing his knee to touch upon the snow on their grave a nearby Raven cawing from the branch of a small tree above him like a sign from the Morrigan herself.* Seph: Your father will do you proud. As i know you would have done me proud had you the chance. This victory shall be shared I promise.
And do you know what you do with that pain, Mr. Tyler? You bury it into your chest and swallow it. You let it burn and fester and twist till your hearts encased in barbed wire. You promise to inflict it on others. That if you must feel this and suffer then others shall suffer with you. That is what I see when I look in the mirror. A man that pain has forged into a weapon of black iron. You think this is a match. No, this is a repayment for the torture I feel at this time of year. For the pain of loss. Thus I give it to you. You who would interrupt my brief moment of joy. But it is not you alone that must pay. For I am not like others who weakly choose simple battle. I take what I want. I bleed you. I attack that which you love and I smile when you cry. I am the one who flings daggers at your children's children's children and after this match I will go on. I will continue because thats who I see in the mirror. The one who survives. The one left behind. The one who stands when all others fall.
Familiar voice: I thought I'd find you here.*Seph's eyes open and he stands looking to the side a soft smile on his face. Not one of malice or cruelty but one of genuine relief.* Merry Christmas, old man.
So remember when you look in the mirror, Mr. Tyler. Remember when it happens and the pain becomes all too real. When you stare into the mirror before crashing through it recall these words exactly...
*Seph just smiles as he walks over and to our great surprise we see the figure the one from his vision... the one who even now stands before him... the one they call... THE STALKER. Seph just smiles and offers a hand in friendship which Stalker shakes readily.* Seph: Merry Christmas, old friend.
You asked for this.
*The two smile as they shake hands before walking back to the grave arm in arm as the scene fades to black.* |
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