Seventh Match

[Allura Desmonds]

Seventh Match
NCW Eternal Championship
Singles Match
Leon Dread © vs The Executioner

RP Limit: 2 Per Person
Deadline: 12/12/20 @11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 12/14/20 @11:59pm eastern time
Good Luck

[thenewcsa]

*The camera falls on the new home of Necra and Ex called the Grove. The elaborate antebellum manor sits quietly in the bright crisp morning as the camera pans to a smaller building nearby a little shed chock full of equipment, odds and ends. The place looks like a hoarders dream unused after years of neglect. Ex walks into frame stretching a bit cracking his knuckles ready to get to work. He reaches for a box lifting it with ease but as he lifts a loud audible fart can be heard coming from him. He stops and looks back but suddenly curls his nose up at the scent he discovers.*

Ex: Ugh... that one was bad.

*Suddenly he hears something behind him a dreaded sound that makes his eyes widen.*

Necra: (From off panel) Ex! Baby! You there?!

*In slow motion he turns and sees her approaching as a panicked look hits his eyes. Knowing at any moment she would be in range to be downwind of his foul odor. With desperation he looks about and sees Johnny closing in from the driveway. In his mind he quickly plans and motions for Johnny.*

Ex: Hey, man! Give me a hand with this box?!

J.R.: Oh, shit, yeah, man. I got ya!

*Johnny rushes over as Candy follows behind quickly. Ex just hands him the box as suddenly Johnny's nose curls up in disgust.*

J.R.: Aw, man. What the hell?!

*Ex just looks his friend in the eye and places a hand on his shoulder.*

Ex: I am so sorry about this.

*Realization suddenly hits Johnny's face as he turns and looks at Necra and Candi approaching. He then looks at Ex as the most dramatic music you can imagine plays as he starts to shake his head. As Necra and Candi approach and their noses turn up as it hits them Ex shakes his head "yes" and replies.*

Ex: Dude, did you just fart?!

J.R.: No!

Candi: Oh jesus, baby!

Necra: By the Gods that is foul!

J.R.: It wasn't me!

Ex: Sure, Johnny.

*Ex says rolling his eyes sarcastically as Johnny stands there helpless with the girls holding their noses looking at him.*

Necra: Thank Gods you did it out here at least. Come on we'll get some fresh air inside. I'll show you the workshop.

*She motions to Candi who follows behind quickly.*

Candi: Last time he eats jalapeno bacon for breakfast...

*They giggle and walk away as Ex just smiles watching them go and Johnny looks at him incredulously. Finally Johnny gets mad tossing the box on the ground angrily.*

J.R.: What the hell, man?!

*Ex turns to him suddenly looking at his friend in shock by his reaction.*

J.R.: I come over here to help you and you throw me under the bus cause you got a bad case of assblast?!

Ex: Sorry, man. I saw her coming and I panicked. I'll make it up to you I swear.

J.R.: Gonna take a lot after that fiasco. What were you thinkin'? You ain't never done me like that before.

*Ex just shrugs and sighs.*

Ex: I don't know, man. I've been thinkin' and I decided somethin' and I just. The thought kind of panicked me is all.

*Johnny lays a sympathetic hand on Ex's shoulder.*

J.R.: Man, you know whatever it is Ill help ya. Go on. Tell yer ol' pal Johnny Reb all about it.

Ex: I'm thinking of popping "the question".

*Johnny lets go of Ex's shoulder holding up his hands in a hold up motion.*

J.R.: Hey there, pal. I like ya. But I'm already married and you a guy...

Ex: I meant to Necra, numbnuts. I... I just haven't found the right time to pop the question. You know with the holidays coming up. I thought it would be sweet to get her a ring for Christmas.

J.R.: You know marriage is a big step. You sure your ready for it, Biggun?

Ex: A year ago I'd say no. But with everything going on and me getting the title shot I feel like I'm actually you know doing something. And that means that I need to square up and do this. She ain't gonna wait around for ever you know?

*Johnny just smiles patting Ex hard on the shoulder and nodding approvingly.*

J.R.: Tell ya what. I'll help out. I'll keep Necra busy while we go out and pick out a ring. Just you me and the Mrs. We'll help ya get the perfect ring for ol' spooky. How's that sound?

*Johnny holds up a hand for a high five and Ex smiles obliging in kind. They slap hands and hold it in an iconic tribute that would make Arnold proud.*

Ex: Kick ass. You do what you got to. I'm gonna work out here while you grab what you need.

J.R.: Right on. Be back fastur than two shakes of a dog's tail.

*Johnny rushes off leaving Ex just sighing and shrugging before dipping down and picking up the box Johnny dropped and carrying it to the side.*

Ex: You know I can't help but feel like everything has been leading to now. I mean my life, meeting Necra, Johnny, and now this. Fuck if I believe in destiny but I guess this is what it must feel like. You know if I was the old man, I'd wax on about Destiny and bonds and all that fate junk. But me? I ain't like that so I'll lay it out real simple like.

*He walks over and begins to pull another box of random junk out as he looks back at the camera.*

Ex: I done beat you once. Flat out. That ain't braggin' thats just the truth. I beat you. Not only beat you I massacred you. I don't apologize for that. See I'm the kind of guy that honestly tells you like it is. And here's the deal. I'm gonna win. Not if. Not when. I'm going to get that title from you. My life is changing. I'm changing and that means everything else changes too. Mainly who's gonna wear that belt. At Winter's End I'm gonna walk out Eternal. Just the truth, man.

*He pries it out and finally moves it to stack it next to the other box then walks back to the pile pulling on something shiny sticking from a large pile of what looks like rusted cans.*

Ex: Dredd, like I said before I don't blame you. I know your friends with my old lady. I know you're a decent guy. You just got somethin' I want. So let me give ya some good advice. Mano a mano. Just walk away. Don't fight it. Don't bother tryin' to stop it. Just walk away. I know you won't cause guys in this business are dumb like that. But the smartest fuckin' thing you can do is walk away. Simple as that.

*He finally pries it out and reveals an old car bumper the license plate still attached. He looks at it and shrugs.*

Ex: Wonder if the cars in there...

*He tosses it to the side and continues.*

Ex: I know whats comin' Dredd. Your gonna fight me tooth and nail for this thing. Well so be it. But if you call for it don't blame somebody if you catch an asswhoopin. Whatever happens it ain't my fault. Cause my conscience will be clear. I told you once... walk away. Remember that.

*He grabs a chain and begins to pull it over his shoulder turning his back from it's origins inside the shed.*

Ex: Just make sure to tell my old lady I tried when her ex partner ends up in the hospital.

*With that he begins to strain and pull at first not moving anything then with several large crashes and a spilling of several items he begins to slowly push forward pulling out a frame for a 1954 Black Ford Crestline in rather rusty shabby condition. Ex just smiles as it rolls out still on cracked white wall tires.*

Ex: There it is. Whelp looks like I got a new project.

*Ex just smiles satisfied looking at thew car before another loud audible fart is heard and he just looks around to check if the coast is clear. He then waves his hand before his nose in clear distress as he walks away and the scene fades to black.*

[Thund3rEnigma]

Enhoy the promo sorry its kind of  late  and on the grace period