Fifth Match

[Allura Desmonds]

Fifth Match
NCW People’s Championship
Triple Threat Match
Fathi © vs Anna Jade vs Evan Storm

RP Limit: 1 Per Person
Deadline: 12/12/20 @11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 12/14/20 @11:59pm eastern time
Good Luck

[Uh Oh]

The scene inside the elegantly gothic throne room of Apocalypse leader Stalker Knight.  The large and muscled man sits upon his iron throne his hair cascading down his face his chin resting on his fist as he is in thought.  Footsteps marchng can be heard as the door s thown open and in walks Evan who gives him a crisp salute.  Stalker nods for him to be at ease.  Evan takes his at ease stance legs slightly spread and hands clasped behind his back.

Stalker:  It appears you and Anna will be facing Fathi.

Evan:  Affirmative.

Stalker:  I want you to do several things for me.

Evan:  Whatever you command it sthall be done.

Stalker:  Keep Anna safe.

Evan:  Yes sir!

Stalker:  ensure that Fathi does not walk out of Winter's End the Pride of the People Champion.

Evan: Consider it done.

Stalker:  Finally I want you to hurt Fathi, make it so he is no shape to make it to the tag team title.

Evan gives a sadistic smile.

Evan: As you comman...

The scene fades to black.


The scene opens days later.  Inside the AMway Center in Orlando, Florida.  The fans are stirring with excitement as new music hits.  The crowd get to their feet to see who is coming down the rampway.




Clad in dark green fatigues, with his traditional miltary haircut and wearing a red Make America Great Hat and Trump pin on his chest the crowd erupts with boos.  Evan Storm has a microphone in hand and smirks at the boo as garbage is tossed in his direction he marches to the ring and steps between the ropes.

Evan:  I need all you bleeding heart safe space needing crybabies to shut your mouths.  You all make me sick!

He points at the crowd.

Evan:  While the rest of the great state of Floridahad the intelligence and morale fiber to vote for the REAL president, you Orlando idiots voted for the senile old pervert instead.  After all the greatness a real leader did t o bring this country back from the edge of communism and you all spit in his sacrifice.  This man took the overhyped flu on and beat it.

The crowd starts filling the ring with trash.

Evan:  You guys will get the honor and pleasure to see a real American.  A war hero, and Christian warrior take on the embodiment of what is wrong with our country... Fathi....

Evan pauses as the crowd starts cheering for Fathi.  Evan gets nailed in the face with a drink and shake shis head and smiles evilly.

Evan:  Fathi, you are a thug, a street hood, a lazy drain on society who either begs or steals from hard working people.  You have been a parasite mooching off of family and friends.  Now people are getting tired of you.  Your cousins left because they are tired of holding your hand.  Enforcer left tired of carrying you on his back.  Frostbite left tired of doing all the work.  Mike Maddox left you, Declan McGinnis, Mia Brook.  Everyone you try to mooch off of you is wising up and ditching you.  The only one not smart enough to leave you is the drug addled Tyler Cross.

The crowd cheers for Cross as well.

Evan:  Brian is sick of carrying you and he left, he may not even show up for your tag match.  Cross... he was left broken by Dario and Lord Stalker.  You have  no one...

The crowd cheers for Thug Revolution.

Evan:  The Revolution is dead, these commie liberals are dying and making the path for the real Americans.  Fathi, you are entering a match against Anna a former Siren champion and myself.  A man who has done something you have not been able to.  I have worn the Pinnacle title.  You just been riding Brian's coattails and cuddling with the ultimate participation trophy.  I am not here to win the title.  I am just here to make sure you lose it.

The crowd boos and chants of asshole fill the arena.

Evan:  Fathi your gang has already met it's Apocalypse.  You and Cross are the walking corpses of what you thought was a mighty team.  We are the head hunters coming with knives drawn ready to take your head and kill the revolution once and for all.  Anna has her speed and I will systematically take you apart.  You can hit the gym and talk about learning MMA.  I was trained by a medalist and before that I was trained in the Marines.  You have no chance.  Numbers are on our side.  To throw salt into the wound not only will we beat you and take your title.  We will make you broken and beaten so Lord Stalker and Mr. Creed will just have to pick your carcass clean and take the tag titles off of you.  Leaving you without gold, without allies, without hope.  Then you will run away ball in hand and tears in your eyes.  At Winter's End the death of Fathi's career.  Then on Assault we will hold a funeral for Fathi's career and Thug Revolution.  So run away and cry, that is all you are good for.

Evan Storm drops the microphhone closes his eyes and soaks up the hatred and insults and garbage beng thrown his way by the fans as his new music plays he then salutes as the flag of Elysia the country of Apocalypse is lowered from the ceiling as the camera fades to black.

[thefathi]

[Apocalypse]

The scene opens up on a house. This house isn't what you'd expect from any of the N.C.W. roster. This house was a ranch style house. The style of the house isn't the most surprising factor. The real surprise is the condition of the place. There are pieces falling off of it, areas covered with mold, and rot. The front doors, while they must have been impressive at one time, are barely hanging on by their rusting hinges. The camera man makes his way up the stairs three steps up toward the front deck the stair gives way and falls from under the man and his camera. The man collapses through to the ground below, his camera laying at the bottom of the stairs. A moment later there is a foreboding laughter coming from the house, followed by tiny creaks of the floorboards the creaking is almost musical, and whimsical in nature. If it were possible, then one would say the noise is almost mocking in its tone, and its nature. Moments later Anna steps from the shadows lithely down the stairs. She bends gracefully, picking up the video camera. She spins it, bringing it to a stop once her face is centered in its viewfinder.

Anna: "Fathi, you talk like a warrior. You talk like a man of honor, a man of courage. However you walk, and talk like a damned COWARD. Yes, I said it you are a coward. You can't find fault with Evan, so you attack his personal beliefs? You act as though someone is weaker solely based on their choice of political alignment. You insult his profession, his religion, his heritage? Yet the moment anyone were to do the same to you, or your kind you'd be the first to scream of racial inequality. You need to have your eyes opened, you need to see that this isn't about religion, race, it isn't about who served in what war. What this is about, it is about pride. Not my pride. Not Evan's. It isn't even about your pride. This match, that very Championship you hold, that which you covet it is about the pride of the N.C.W. nation. The people are obviously sick of you and the rabid dog mentality which you force down their throats any time you are blessed with the opportunity to be on their screens. You aren't a man, you are a little boy. You are a child who lashes out at anything they can to take what they wish. You aren't this big beast. You're just a little chihuahua. This time the people have spoken, they see your anti-American rhetoric as an insult, and this brings a fire to burn inside of them. They have spoken, and have found two warriors deserving of carrying the badge of pride. The people have chosen Evan, and myself to bring the little pup to heel. The people could have chosen Jennifer, they could have chosen Rene, hell they could even have chosen just one of us. But no, they chose to ensure that you don't walk away with the Championship which holds their honor, and their pride. Now to Evan, this match is solely about ensuring that you do not walk out the Champion. However to me this match is about proving that my work against Denise wasn't just luck. You say that Hex Girl WAS better than me? Why do you speak of her as though she is gone? Is it because unlike Apocalypse, you, and Thug Revolution never really wanted her to join you in the first place? Or is it because to you, she is just another pawn in your games, like everyone else who has ever been on your side. This match will not be won by the child, it will not be won by the coward, it will not be won by a man who does nothing but spit vile and venom wherever he walks. This match will be won by a representative of the Apocalypse, an agent of the end, a harbinger of the night. Fathi I encourage you to belive in yourself, I encourage you to paint on your warrior's face, your false bravado, your ego, and last but certainly not least your false sense of hope that your talents will be enough to carry you, a mere man past the Armageddon that stands before you. I implore you to bring all of these to the table when you face us at Winter's End, because beating anything less that you at what you conceive to be your best would be a hollow, shallow, and unfulfilling victory, therefore making it meaningless and bitter tasting."

The camera suddenly falls to the ground as the mocking laughter returns as we see Anna turn and walk away. The scene fades with her laughter still echoing in the background.