Second Match

[Allura Desmonds]

Second Match
Last Man Standing Match
#1 Contender Spot for the Bloody Hardcore Championship
Scott Stonewall vs Stalker

RP Limit: 2 Per Person

Deadline: 01/16/21 @ 11:5pm eastern time

Grace Period: 01/18/21 @11:59pm eastern time

Good Luck

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January 16th 2021
Pearl, MS

It had been a long drive from Dallas. He had just been out visiting his Mom's old ranch. It was pretty self sufficient these days. Robert, his younger brother, had done a good job making sure all the ranch hands were staying on task.

Neither Robert or Scott knew what to do with the house after Mamma had died. They finally decided to expand it and make it the headquarters for the club, Stonewall's Brigade. Scott had stepped down as president. He had founded Stonewall's Brigade in the 90s.

But, he had stepped down so that he could put more attention to his wrestling career. Shortly after Mamma Stonewall had died. Scott still made the occasional appearances. But, his mind was still trying to deal with his mother dying.

Pulling into the parking space Scott dropped the kickstand for the 1973 Harley Davidson Sportster Chopper. The engine still humming under him Scott looked up at the hotel. Hilton Garden Inn

2 hours later

The mirror is fogged up from all the steam. Scott wraps a towel around his mid area before taking a washcloth and wiping the mirror. Leaning forward Scott stares. The old face stares back.

'Who are you?' Scott thinks to himself. No matter how long he lives he can never get adjusted to his face. In his mind he is still as youthful as ever. But, there in the mirror the unforgiving reminder that time is never ceasing.

Sighing Scott walks away from the mirror and heads into the main part of the hotel room.



Putting on some boxer shorts and laying out his clothes for the morning Scott grabs a bottle of Scotch from the small table near the window. He had ordered it before going to shower. He pours a small bit of Scotch into a short glass that was sitting near it.

Taking the glass of scotch he walked over to the window. Staring out the window at the parking lot he tossed back the scotch. He closed his eyes as the burning sensation went down his throat. Swishing the scotch around in his glass Scott tried to wrap his head around everything.

He had been in plenty of fights. But, the last time he was in a real wrestling match was 2010. It had been in a prison yard match against Hector Venegas. Hector had won the match after one of the guards shot him in the head with a beanbag.

Not only was he traveling to face a man in the ring but he had joined alongside the man everyone now called Fathi. But, to Scott he would always be Vincent. Sickle, Andre, Alexander and himself had trained Vincent. He had many battles with Vincent over the years.

But, he had always seen him as a little brother. So, when Vincent called him and told him he needed bodies Scott had been more than willing. That was the thing about the business, allies are made and wars declared. Many, though, will never understand that.

Scott turns from the window and sits the glass on the table. Stalker had no idea what he was getting into.

Scott smiled at the thought.

Tomorrow would be a long day but the remaining drive was only about 4 hours which gave him plenty of time to get checked in at his hotel and meet the NCW camera crew. Stalker was a big man. But, fighting a guy until he can't get up? Scott did that almost every day outside of the ring.


January 17th 2021
Montgomery, AL



The smell of horse manure and fresh cut grass intermix and permeate the air.

Horse stalls are in the back surrounded by fencing. A loud roar that is commonly associated with Harley Davidson's can be heard coming closer. Beyond the fencing for the stalls is an asphalt parking lot. At the far end of the parking lot a man comes into view on the back of a black tank Harley Davidson.

As the Harley got closer it became apparent that it was a 1973 Harley Davidson Sportster Chopper. Sitting on top of it was the man known as Scott Stonewall. Scott pulls up close to the fence line before dropping his kickstand with his black leather biker boot. Standing up Scott pulls the crotch out of his blue jeans before walking towards the camera.

The camera zooms back to show just Scott's torso with his black t-shirt.

On the shirt was the image of Johnny Cash with his guitar strapped over him and a middle finger raised.

Scott Stonewall: Stalker

He stops and laughs for a minute before continuing.

Scott Stonewall: are you serious? Stalker? My god why don't you just call yourself the Canadian Mountie or Nails? Are people supposed to be scared at that? Like you just following people around? Yea..real scary…

Scott starts walking from the fence line until the stadium is behind him.

The camera pulls back to show the stadium behind Scott before zooming back in on his face.

Scott Stonewall: War? Have a better life? Who the fuck have you talked to BOY?!

Scott grimaces, his jaw clenching.

Scott Stonewall: Where did you go to basic? I went to Fort Benning in January of 1973. I have known soldiers that have seen combat and let me tell you something. Those men knew by the time they got back that the propaganda was all bullshit.

Scott yanks his shirt off to show his chiseled abs, solid pecs, perfectly toned shoulders and arms.

Scott Stonewall: I know you have twenty one wins Stalker. Guess what? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! I know that you are six foot seven. Guess what? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!

The camera pulls back to emphasize the 7 foot height of Scott Stonewall before going back to close-up as Scott continues

Scott Stonewall: In my career of two decades I have lost maybe four singles matches. But, I always had something to show for it. What do you have to show? Nothing!

The camera comes from the side of Scott as Scott turns his head

Scott Stonewall: I hear they call you the void…

Scott laughs again

Scott Stonewall: Well boy if you are the void then think of me as fucking Hell Boy because I am going to reach into the void and pull out that little thimble you call a fucking spine. See when I come to that ring I am all about business, the business, my business and I will take care of business. I am going to beat your ass like you just walked through Compton with a MAGA hat on. When you step between those ropes I am going to kick the ever loving shit out of you. Everything about you pisses me off. The sound of your voice is like listening to a female cat in heat. Your face is like looking at a real life version of Sloth from The Goonies.

When talking about your match against Brian and Fathi you talked about driving out evil and fear. Well take a good look boy because you are about to learn what fear is first hand. I am coming to this last man standing match and I am leaving as the winner and number one contender for the Bloody Hardcore Championship.

Scott pauses.

Scott Stonewall: You don't like me? Guess what? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! You don't like what I have to say? Guess what? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! You think you can beat me…

Scott gets his face dead in the camera.

Scott Stonewall: ...get some mother fucking Folgers because your ass is still sleeping BITCH.

Scott turns and walks away back towards his motorcycle with his shirt tucked in his right back jeans pocket.

The scene fades out as Scott drives away

[Apocalypse]

The scene opens up to an airfield. This airfield is definitely not a public field. We can make this assumption, because no public airfield would have military aircraft on site. Nor would a public airfield have military grade Hummers, or a Polaris D.A.G.O.R. this airfield is on the military base just on the edge of Elysia. A cloud of dirt and dust can be seen forming about a mile away. After a few minutes the cloud is close enough that we can see another D.A.G.O.R making its way toward the gate of the military complex. As it drives passed Stalker, Anna, and Vanity are all clearly visible in the vehicle. The D.A.G.O.R. slows to a stop at the security gate. After a few moments the officer at the gate steps back and the vehicle moves forward through the gate. The N.C.W. camera crew move to follow, but they are denied entry to the complex as the scene fades.

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The scene returns now we are inside of a military strategy room. Stalker Knight is sitting at the head of a long rectangular table. He has a file infront of him he leafs through the pages while he ponders the moves he has been making as of late. The room is very poorly lit, there are no windows. The room has two white boards with many things written on them, or taped to them. Anna leans forward and hands Stalker another file.

Anna: "Sir, you should really take a look at these numbers. That agent you spoke to has the military vehicles and equipment you were looking for, and he is located very close to the arena where Battery is taking place."

Stalker: "This week has the potential to be a big one for myself, and Elysia. We will need a military force moving forward, so acquiring these items from this man is a major step forward. Just as this match coming up this week holds great significance. We have the debuting Scott Stonewall. This man is big. He is six inches taller than myself, twenty-nine pounds heavier. I find it strange that Fathi has often spoken about how being the bigger man means nothing. He talks about your ability in the ring being what matters. Yet as soon as he finds his group reeling from the loss of Brian, he goes out and finds himself a big dog. Wouldn't that make him a hypocrite? However I digress. The Foundation has been born, and we are not going to backpeddal from anyone. Stonewall, you're nothing more than a hired gun. You've been brought into Thug Revolution because you are a big man, a strong man, a man capable of singlehandedly becoming a very effective roadblock. You talk about how you are military trained. Fort Benning in 73' I believe you said. I've also trained and served. I started out a member of the Canadian Air Force after a few years I enlisted in Joint Task Force 2. So, we've both served our countries. I've been to places, and done things that if I revealed them to you I would be killed. You think that because you're older you can get away with disrespecting me? You want to call me a boy just because you're older than me, or because you see yourself as superior to me? If you did your basic training in 1973, then that means you were born in 1955. Most wrestlers your age are retired, or transitioning to backstage roles. Yet for some reason you seem to think that your refusal to do the smart thing and hang up the boots is a good idea. Explain that logic. You think YOU'RE the face of fear!? You think YOU'RE the man who can teach me how to fear? You are about 24 years and 72,000 pounds too light to give me that lesson. Afghanistan 1997 the Afghan Civil War, I remember turning a corner and staring down the barrel of a T-55's cannon. Now THAT is fear. But that wasn't my day. That wasn't the day I was destined to shake hands with the reaper. No, somewhere in the cosmos an angel reached down and saved me from the inevitable. One moment I'm staring down the eye of that cannon, the next I'm laying at the base of a wall thirty-five feet to the left of where I was certain I was going to die. I cannot breath, three broken ribs. I try to stand, dislocated hip. I fall back onto my gut, look up and all I see is a crimson angels wing. An inky blackness steals its way into my vision and I am gone. Thirty-four and a half hours later I wake up, the pain is there, my body is intact, even if it hates me. I turn over onto my side and there onto of a Bible is a crimson feather. One problem. I don't own a Bible."

Stalker reaches into the desk drawer and pulls out a Bible. He opens it, and there is the feather. The dedication on the inside cover reads "Leon, the angels have chosen you you have their eye, and anyone who comes against you shall have their eyre." He closes the Bible and grins up at the camera.

Stalker: "So you see Scott, I've survived much worse than even you could possibly deliver upon me. I am bathed in the light of a force which no mere man could comprehend. So tell me again, what lessons in fear you are qualified to teach me. Last man standing, a match where as the name implies we will fight, we will go to battle until one of us isn't able to stand. These matches have been known to be among some of the most barbaric, most vile matches to ever take place. You pin a man, you take the match from him. A man gets disqualified he takes the match from himself. You take a man to the point that he can't even stand up, you take his liberty, you take his pride, you take his MANHOOD. I do not intend to be stripped of my manhood, I do not intend to be stripped of my dignity. Scott Stonewall, it comes to this. Are you prepared to kill to win this match?
You will have to kill me to take this from me. I am ready, and willing to kill you if it becomes needed for me to obtain what I desire."

The scene fades.