Genocide Match

[Apocalypse]

The scene opens up, we can see an arena, the parking lot has many N.C.W. trucks, and other such vehicles. After a few moments we see a young boy. The boy is sitting on a bench near the arena. He is rocking back and forth a bit with his hands at his ears. There are other boys, these older and rather larger boys are probably in their teens, while the boy on the bench appears to be only ten maybe eleven. These boys are yelling insults at the younger boy. One of them even ridicules him, saying things about him being from a different planet because of his odd behavior, and his ticks. One of the older guys steps in close as if he is going to hit the boy. A moment later Stalker steps between them. He gives the older boy a shove sending him back a few feet.

Stalker: "What makes you think you have the right to insult, and intimidate someone just because they're different than you?"

Others hearing him yell come over to see what is going on they see the young boy, one man steps out from the crowd and starts belittling the kid in a similar way to the older boys. Stalker walks over to him and with one hand he throws him to the ground. He goes to hit the man, but Vanity steps in.

Vanity: "Dad, you could be in big shit just for touching him. Let's just go to the hotel, and relax."

Stalker stares at the younger guys until they actually recoil from him. He backs down, then sits beside the young boy on the bench.

Stalker: "Hey, I'm just going to sit with you until your family comes. That way no one else will bother you."

A few minutes later a silver early 90's Celebrity wagon pulls up infront of the bench Stalker and the boy are sitting on. The boy gets up and walks to the car. Stalker walks around the car to the driver's side.

Stalker: "Hello, I noticed your son has Autism, and there was a group of boys picking on him, one even tried to attack him. I stepped in, if you and him need anything let me know."

Stalker pulls out a card and hands it to the woman driving.

Woman: "He's actually my brother. Our Father is in jail, and our Mother is dead."

Stalker pats the top of the car as he turns to walk away. The scene fades to black as the station wagon exits the parking lot.



*****



The scene once again comes alive, this time it is now very dark, and we are in a suburban area. The scene is a boys bedroom. There are posters of superheroes, men like the Flash, Green Lantern, Green Arrow, Wolverine, Black Panther, Spider-Man. Women like Captain Marvel, the Scarlett Witch, Rogue, Wonder Woman, Raven, the Huntress. There are also posters of wrestlers. The most prominent poster is the life sized poster of Stalker Knight covering the entirety of the back of the door. After a few moments the door opens, and a boy walks in. It is the boy from the encounter with Stalker earlier today. He is obviously getting ready for bed. He gets into bed and falls asleep. There is movement outside the window, as a shadowy figure pops it open and slips inside. Somehow the figure remains hidden from the boy. It moves swiftly to the corner of the room. The figure just waits. After about ten minutes the boy is asleep. The shadow steps forward, and into the light. The light reveals the figure to be Stalker Knight. He steps forward, all the way to the boys bedside, reaches a hand up to the boys forehead, and starts humming to himself. Things blur for a few moments.

Stalker: "Every fight begins with a single blow. Every victory begins with a strategy."

Stalker's voice grows deeper, yet he is still unseen.

Stalker: "N.C.W., a locker room filled mostly with mindless gym junkies. Not many a threat to the Foundation, Apocalypse, or even one of our ranks running solo as we sometimes do."

Things begin to clear and we see Stalker in the middle of a ring. This ring is beaten down, and most would probably say it has long passed its days of being useful. He is training someone. But the other figure is too short to be anyone we've seen him work with before. We move closer to the ring, and we see the boy. He is training with Stalker going move for move with him. The movements are fluid, in perfect sync. It is as though both of them have been doing this dance for many many years.

Stalker: "We have the scraps left behind by Fathi Cross, and Hex Girl. You are both two of the top stars in N.C.W., however Fathi tucked his tail between his legs, and ran when Brian, and Creed stepped up to bring resolve to the query of who the real Champions were. And what happened because of Fathi running like a coward? It forced the two of you to try and work together as a team. Two people who have never been on the same side of the ring, or even really shared the same point of view. Yet somehow Fathi thought that Thug Revolution would be best represented by such a pairing. You both failed. Cross, your failure was in not even bothering to show up. You gave up on your partner, your fellows, and worse yet you FAILED yourself. You chose to abandon your stable-mate in a time of need. You abandoned your chance to claim a Championship. You turned your back on the fight, you turned your back on the chance to show people that you can stand up and bring it. Now you're a part of the Genocode Rumble. Yet the question that comes to me is this. If you couldn't bring yourself to show up for a tag team Chamlionship match then really why would anyone expect you to show up for a match where it is you against 59 other members of the roster. Do you really think that someone like you, who couldn't be man enough to step up for a simple match has what it takes to win in an environment such as Genocide? Can you even contemplate why someone would name this match, this event Genocide? A genocide is the deliberate decisive killing, or extermination of a race, or a nation. In this case, we have the N.C.W. nation banging heads with the nation of Elysia, and her allies."

Stalker takes the boy and throws him into the corner. He moves to the other corner, and runs to hit a splash. The young boy moves, and Stalker hits the turnbuckles hard. He comes out of the corner holding his ribs.

Stalker: "Hex Girl, a woman APOCALYPSE sought to bring into the fold. NO-ONE cared to even give you a second glance. That is until we wanted to bring you into relevancy. Then suddenly EVERYONE wanted you.

Stalker snaps his fingers.

Stalker: "And like that, Hex Girl is someone to watch. Someone had to actually SAVE you from yourself. Then you ended up with Thug Revolution, and what happened then? Once again you fell by the wayside. You once again became an after thought. You practically vanished. I can't even remember if N.C.W. booked you in even a single match between then and now. I saw promise in you. I saw a glimmer of hope that you would be useful to Apocalypse. I'm glad now that you didn't join us. You do have potential, but your only real use is as a soldier. You are not fit to be a general, or even a lieutenant. You are what I like to call a point and shoot weapon. Just point you at a target, and let you go to work. I don't need people like that in my group. Be it Apocalypse, or the Foundation. I don't need to have you under my banner to make use of you. I would wish you well, but that would be like wishing a Black Widow spider to stop being venomous. It just isn't going to help."

The boy surprises Stalker dropkicking him in the back. Stalker stumbles toward the ropes, he pushes himself off from them and playfully tosses the kid aside. He stops in the middle of the ring and smiles.

Stalker: "Smart move kid. Everyone gets a good shot in now and then. Even the degenerate smug punks like Fathi. Fathi you were the leader of a group that would be considered almost as dangerous as Apocalypse, or the Darkside. Your little group of degenerates were lucky enough to beat both of our groups. Our machines, the machinations of the Darkside, grinding, and driving nearly as one. And Apocalypse, clicking nearly as fluidly as a fine Swiss watch. You were supposed to be the leader, and yet you left it to your boy Brian Kennedy to do what it appears only you wanted. Only you wanted Hex Girl to join Thug Revolution. Only you thought it would be a good idea to piss off Apocalypse and keep her from us. In hind sight I thank you for that. Once Brother Kennedy secured the win for you, by forging a temporary alliance with the Darkness you never bothered to even talk to Hex Girl. You never brought her into any meetings, strategy sessions. Then suddenly you're looking down the barrel of a shotgun the Foundation, and what happens? You tuck tail and run. You show yourself for the coward you really are. You accuse Creed and myself of showing you disrespect yet you disrespect your SUPPOSED brother by taking yourself out of the match for the Championships and choosing the woman you only fought for to keep her out of Apocalypse. This makes you nothing more than a hamster on its wheel just letting life pass by. Then you show even MORE disrespect coming out and declaring an end to Thug Revolution by burning the last remnants of even the idea of your brotherhood. A man whose loyalties can be swayed so easily is no threat to myself, or any of my multitude of associates. You gave away the Tag Team Championship, you've destroyed Thug Revolution, and you took your ball and went home. My question is this, do you even intend to show up for Genocide? I guess the old saying only time will tell holds true here."

The scene has shifted and is now an image of the Bridgestone Arena, in Nashville Tennessee. There are about twelve men in the ring, as a countdown clock suddenly hits. 10 . . . 9 . . . 8 . . . 7 . . . 6 . . . 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . .

Ariel Ross: "Ladies and Gentlemen your 46th entrant into the Genocide Rumble, hailing from Pandora Elysia, weighing in at 354 lbs he is Stalker Knight!"

Stalker steps out from the back, and slowly walks to the ring. He walks slowly enough that as he is stepping up onto the ring apron the countdown for the next entrant has already begun. He swings his big leg over the top rope, and is attacked it is unclear who the attacker is. Stalker grabs the man and with just one hand shoves the man back to the middle of the ring. Stalker finishes bringing himself into the ring. Again he is attacked, this time by an unknown woman. He takes the woman who by comparison is like a China doll next to him and tosses her aside. She hits the ropes and almost goes over, and to the floor. Another attack, and the scene shifts again, we are back inside the young boys bedroom. We see Stalker standing over him his hand on the boys forehead. He turns away from the bed, and moves swiftly to the chair by the desk. He reaches into his trenchcoat, and pulls out an assortment of different merchandise. He leaves an S.K. logo t-shirt, an Apocalypse shirt, a Foundation hoodie, a couple generic N.C.W. shirts and hats, a bear wearing the same Apocalypse shirt as the one he left for the boy. The last thing he leaves behind is a signed replica of the Elysian Championship belt introduced during the Invitational tournament. Taped to the belt is an envelope, written on the envelope are just two words, Genocide Tickets. A moment later he has vanished from the room.



*****



The scene focuses again, we see Stalker sitting in the locker room. His gear is already on. When we get just a little closer and when he shifts on the couch to stretch out a wing appears from behind his back. His arm rises up, coming to rest along the top edge of it. He absent mindedly strokes the feathers of the wing. They match in color to the ones being left behind recently.

Stalker: "Tonight we move on from the pitfall that is Thug Revolution, tonight we find new adversaries, new adventures, new challenges. There is this burden I have been carrying for some time. Now is not the time to bring it fully into the light. But I am permitted to bring it more to the forefront of this reality. Lifetimes one sees, one hears, one reads, and speaks of things long ago forgotten. Things long ago abandoned for fear of our own inadequacy. Abandoned for fear of our own unworth, but I have sat in the shadows, waiting. Waiting for the time when those forgotten, those believed to have never existed, those feared, and despised to rise again. The time of the uprising is nearly at hand. Only but a few minor pieces must fall into place to see it be as is foretold. N.C.W. you have a place in what is foretold. Genocide has a place in was is foretold."

Stalker has started to actually pluck feathers from the wing. While on the wing, while dark they appear full of life, once removed they begin to shrivel and die.

Stalker: "Angels, they represent life. Yet at the same time they represent death. There are people in the Genocide Rumble who will be a force, their are people who will be surprises, and there are people that bring a laugh to the surface with even the idea of their involvement. One who will be a force, is an old friend."

Stalker opens a book, and inside is a list of names. This list has names like Anna Raven Jade, Evan Storm, Vanity, and the rest of the roster. Some names have different symbols next to them. Creed, and Brian have blue stars beside their names. Sephiroth, and a few of the members of the Darkside have blue stars as well, but these are crossed over and mostly scratched out, replaced with red, and black stars. Sephiroths name has something else beside it. He reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a fang, it is too big to belong to a snake, but too small to belong to a predator like a bear or a wolf. It is on a leather thong. He puts it around his neck, then holds the fang in his hand.

Stalker: "The Old Man, the vampire, a friend, at times an ally, at times a rival, at times an enemy. Years ago we met. The world was a different place then. It was a simpler place, a man stood by your side he was a brother. If a man stood across from you he wasn't just an enemy, he often was planning to kill you. They came for the fae, they came for the vampires, they came for us all. But it wasn't them who were the enemy, it was ourselves. We turned our backs on our brothers, we turned our backs on ourselves. That first night we met Sephiroth, we took something from each other. We did what no mortal man had been able to do. We took a piece of each other. Genocide we will be across that field of war once more. We will fight, and one will fall short. There will be no surprises at Genocide, we both know full well what each of us brings to the table. We both know the dangers, the weaknesses, and the special talents the other brings. One of us will become the biggest name in our industry, and the other will be the man trying to claw it away, and destroy that man in the process. Then there are others. We have the queen of the damned in Rene, we have her monstrosity Ragnarok. There are people like Gary Hardin, we will see people like A.J. Flare, Merxy Black, Adam Gatner. These people do not worry me. They do not have a family, they do not have a bond, the Darkside them I must concern myself with. The newer people like this Shield Maiden I must concern myself with because of my daughter being in the match. Ragnarok, you have pledged to Rene your unyielding loyalty. Loyalty is a fickle, yet dangerous thing. A man of your size loyal to the wrong human being could prove to be a problem. The world has settled into a very unstable balance as of late. Look at the woman you have aligned yourself with. She toys with the balance. She tinkers with the nature of the human genome. If she is raising an army, then that doesn't just put a target on her back. That will put a target on the backs of everyone who isn't human. Every fae, every celestial, every vampire, were, and even the super soldier like yourself. Now last I checked there were seven billion plus humans, and only about a thousand of the fae, a few thousand vampires, a handful of celestials, about two hundred and fifty thousand weres, and just the one super soldier. If the humans turn against us, then we all die. Their number will ensure this. So to keep Rene in check, to keep the balance in play I am coming for you to keep you from allowing her to do something which could endanger us all. I'm coming for you to keep you from gift wrapping the Pinnacle Championship and handing it to her. Giving Rene more power is no different than placing a rocket launcher into the hands of a five year old. So for the sake of this you MUST fall. Rene, you will be stopped, if not by me, then at the hands of someone else. I will ensure that you are not able to make us all into targets, that is a burden you will carry alone. Joanne Canelli you are one of the Champions. You are one of the pillars of N.C.W. and this means that someone with something to prove, someone with a point to make would need to take you down as one of the N.C.W. fan favorites you are a monument to the spirit of N.C.W., and as such you need to be brought down to show those heathens what truth is. I have been proclaimed the bringer of truth, and the purveyor of devastation. Joanne be prepared to see your deepest person truth, and be shattered by it."

Stalker starts to walk down the halls of the arena. He sees a monitor showing the attack against him from the previous show.

Stalker: "Oh yes, that reminds me. Lazarus. You've shown up out of nowhere, and you've brought it upon yourself to be a source of trouble for mine. You think you are going to wreak havoc over the N..C.W. lockerroom, yet you fail to realize that this job is already taken. The job of wreaking havoc is up to the pariah, the unwanted, the dregs of society. In the case of N.C.W. that mantle would fall squarely on my shoulders. I will tell you now, you or anyone who wants to take the mantle from me. You will have to settle for second best. Here is a warning to all of N.C.W. to take MY mantle is to kill me. And believe me, none of you have the means to end my life."

The scene fades as Stalker starts climbing a long staircase.

[Dario Arturo Cortez]

Scene opens as we see Mr.Creed sitting on a work out bench. the camera shows us that even though we see free weights , bench weights and the like, it's not a workout facility such as a gold's gym. it looks more of a home made gym. as the camera pulls back we see him taking a white towel and wiping the sweat that is dripping off of his body.

Creed: We on?

camera man: your done working out right? that is when you said to start shooting.

Creed: Then i guess we are on then. with the way you just spoke to me, the only reason your not on your way to the hospital right now is that i need you to hold that damn camera in order for me to speak about the upcoming genocide match.

we hear the hard swallow aka "Gulp" sound come from the camera man. creed sees it and smiles.

Creed: Good. you should be scared. but your scared not because of my words but because of who i am. and because of what i can do. hell, i get paid to do what i love to do. I can imagine the people that are tuning in and thinking oh wow look at that a big man working out. how stereotypical big man of him.

it helps to clear my head. and for genocide anyone and everyone's gonna need a clear head.

he takes the towel and starts wiping his forehead and forearms. he then due to the amount of sweat on his workout shirt he slowly starts to remove it. we see all of Mr.Creed's chest, it is something to behold.

he looks to his left and unzips a gym bag and unzips it halfway. he pulls out a shirt and holds it to the camera. it is black with the batman logo. however the ears are torn off and are dripping with blood. at the bottom we see lighting styled words that say Ozzy Wuz Here. to his right we see a bottle of water.

It seems like i have some fans. one of them mailed this to the ncw main office and put attention with my name on it. after all i don't list my address. it was brought to me yesterday buy one of our tv trucks and eventually made it's way to me. So i'd like to say thank you, scotty deaton. i appreciate it and as such i won't go putting it on while i still stink. but i will be wearing it. Again thanks. something like this..* he looks at the shirt* isn't what someone like myself is used to getting. something that someone bought with their own money, and wanted me to have it. what is a guy like me used to getting?

* he unzips it all the way and pulls out his half of ncw the tag team titles. he wipes his left hand and grabs it. he looks at it and then back to the camera. laying the belt over his left leg. *

THIS and those like these is what is expected of someone like myself to have. hell counting this match i will have been in Four matches. not counting winters end pay per view as the match never happened. Funny thing in my third match in the last place i was at i because u.s. champ in just my third match there as well. So big guys like myself in a match like this, were expected to not only get far in a match like genocide but to thrive in it and possibly win it. THEY expect it due to out size and they think " all you have to do is push them out of the ring. or toss them out" that it should be a certainty that when a big man is in a battle royal that he'll win it. No. a match like this requires more than just strength . strategy is also involved and having your head on a swivel. the person who helps you toss someone out might just toss you out afterwards.

As Scott Stonewall pointed out and said the bigger the wrestler in a match the bigger the target.and that conditioning also plays a part. and also claims that he doesn't give a fuck. well good for him.

slight pause as he drinks some of his water.

i mean 60 people. damn. we have people on this roster the likes of the executioner, who may be shorter than myself. but not by much. yet would also be considered a big man.as well as adam gatner. however to my knowledge there's only three real big men here. Ragnarok,who seems to blindly believe that all it takes is strength.surely he knows people tend to gang up on big men like us. hell they may try and deliver say a super kick hoping that it hits the mark and makes us stumble and then push us out.

Then there's Myself and Thor, who has yet to cut a promo. speaking of that, let's get to it.

I'll start off by doing something unconventional and that's showing a little respect to an opponent that opponent being hex girl. despite fathi seemly tagged you into the match, and then cross crossed you and didn't show up. you could have backed down and just let myself or my tag team partner, brian throw you thru the table.it would have been the shortest table match, perhaps ever. But you showed real guts knowing who we both are. then fathi threw in the towel on thug revolution after the match.

And then what did i hear when I saw your promo? you believing that were ok with how we won the titles. how long have you been here? it also looks like you don't mind playing the victim card in your promo now did you?.

Then again seems that anyone will play it these days when and if given the chance. Such as Dario Arturo Cortez, despite knowing him for about 4 years now, every time he's come up short, didn't matter if it was by hook or by crook..we've seen it in his promo's. if it's not his opponent or opponents then it's the ncw office. He complains. but at least he owns his loses, yet he still bitched about it when i was with him in apocalypse. some will just say that he was just blowing off steam. it's like a flashback to xww. jeez. Now i will say thanks for calling me after you realized your mistake in not mentioning my name in his promo.

short pause.

Why would such a person the likes of him apologize? it's not fear, it's not due to be being stronger than him. he has beaten me in singles, tag team and in title matches AND i have done the same. It's because he respects me. i respected him to come out here to ncw and check it out when he got the invite. Those of you wondering about stalker knight seemingly handing Dario the keys to the castle and as we now know he is the new leader of apocalypse. that was his decision. When stalker told me that he and another person wanted to form a new faction and wanted me in it.i thought it was crazy he was the leader for so long and to just give it up..and then..

he chuckles and drinks some water.

something even crazier happened when the other person's name was, the man who formed a dominant faction thug Revolution was i was shocked. It must have been a very difficult decision to as the man who started such a dominant faction to just walk away, that only gave me yet another reason to respect Brian Kennedy.

As two people who only know each other via their jobs, hadn't even faced each other. had only seen them face other people.didn't know each other and yet we gelled real quick in our practices and regardless of how it happened we won the tag team titles. sure people will talk down about it, belittle how we got our titles. but if it were them, would they care? i mean you've got a guy like cortez who's intense and has scratched and clawed for that bamf title. and yet he's been screwed over for it. and yet what i just said about him is still true.

Fathi, you are disrespectful and a coward. You tagged out and tagged in hex girl. i won't speculate to if you told tyler cross to not show up or he did so on his own. then you throw in the towel on the faction that was so dominant. why sweep it under the rug? You have the nerve saying i dissed you when i didn't. not my fault you didn't take it as such. but then you spit on my boots, you call me a boy? you then agree to the tag team match then not only do you tag yourself out and put someone else and then the other tag team partner in this being tyler cross, didn't show up? and now when people talk about the foundation holding the tag team titles, due to what you did in the lead up to our match, your name will be attached to it. and then after the match you come down and end thug revolution after brian handed control over to you and then what happens? you throw in the towel. after all of that boasting all you do is walk away. Oh well i guess.

Naturally i want to win as well and i'm not overlooking anyone. in this sort of match height doesn't really matter. so i'll be keeping my head on a swivel. Fathi I don't know what number you have but if i am there when you get there, watch out.

As creed goes to speak we hear a voice calling out to him. a rather distinctly southern voice.

Voice: Hey Creed..

Creed turns his head to the left. the camera does as well. we see a white male about average height and weight with black hair and no shit with blue jean shorts and green crocs

Creed: What?

Man: You said to let 'ya know if anyone else in your match talked. had a couple of people say things. the latest is that stalker guy your buddies with.

Creed: Oh this should be good..

Creed puts the tag team title belt back in his bag and zips it up. The camera crew go to follow inside the side entrance of a house but creed stops them.

Creed: Go ahead and show the people why your not coming in.

the camera man turns around and we can quickly see that they are inside a garage. one big enough to house a weight room.

Creed: you don't have the family's permission to come.

as creed is walking inside we hear the camera man mumble "what now? fade to black? we both know his promo's not done. he sighs. fade to black is fade to black. but.don't know how long he will be but..screw it.

fade to black.



Later the scene shows creed changed and wearing the shirt that his fan sent. we see he's on his phone. the camera man wanting to say something, however thinks the better of it and continues to be quiet. creed then locks his cell phone and puts it in his right front pocket.

Creed: And there we go.. Now I'll just pick up from where i left off.

Creed goes and sits back on bench.

Stalker we've known each other for a long time and despite having a good friend like you. looks like you have a new friend. how sweet. and i tell you what, you sure sounded like Tex there. going on and on there. but your right about rene. she must be stopped. however i will be looking to win this as well. with this stipulation it is the only means that a person like emily who to her credit has won it twice. and you know what, i'll go with the typical male asshole route and say, i'm sure it was by lesser means.

* smirk*

just couldn't help it. now i can't say for sure as i wasn't here when you won the first or second time, yet i can see you giving every guy a low blow or kick to the nuts for us males and help push bigger people like myself over the top rope. we all don't wear cups like cortez is known to do. maybe i should follow suit for this one.. someone like you, your a manipulator and strategist. But not just for someone like yourself, but for a new comer, could come out and win it. imagine that for a minute. someone who no one's seen, well other than necra. then again she tends to gravitate to those who look about half dead.

that's right i am talking about you Lazarus. while i don't overlook people and yet..your as skinny as a toothpick.will you be bobbing and weaving like Ali hoping that those of us who are bigger than you tire themselves out.? then again it might depend on your placement in this. it won't be that big of an advantage if any. This match is a marathon not a sprint. and to someone who already looks half dead do you think you can stay on your feet for that long?

Now this goes out to the rest of apocalypse and everyone else. i'm not going to talk about everyone in this 60 person battle royal. i've already spoken more than i care to. i usually like to keep it short and not so sweet. but in a match like this. it had to be done. So just know it's just business. EVERYONE wants to be top dog and this match does just that. anyone can become the new champ or it can be successfully defended. tough it's unlikely to happen. we all don't wear cups like cortez is known to do. maybe i should follow suit for this one.

I'm not going to declare myself the winner of this match before it's even started. but despite the big bullseye on myself i , naturally won't be going down easy or without a fight. so be it one, two, three or more people that think they need to gang up on me and push me out, all i have to do is step aside. he he. If you want to get a big guy like me with both of my feet touching the floor you'd better come with some original ideas. otherwise it'll be me in the finals. should i get there i..don't care who's there , i will go all out. if it's all foundation members at the end i won't be eliminating myself and i know neither would the other two. if i have to i'll help someone out to toss you out of the ring. i'll do what i gotta do as will you. and i wouldn't have it any other way.

the camera then shows a driver pulling up in a vehicle.

creed turns around and sees the vehicle. he grabs his bag that contains his half of the tag team title and unzips it. he grabs the belt and holds it with the same hand that is holding the bag.

Creed: Thanks Charley. it was fun. till next time.

he enters the car and then switches hands to place the tag team title in his now free hand. he gets inside the vehicle. it then takes off to it's destination.

fade to black.

[Sephiroth du Lac]

“Success is not final,
failure is not fatal:
it is the courage to
continue that counts.”
-Winston Churchill-

When one lives to such an age as I, one tends to accrue many curiosities. It's usually nice to sweep away the cobwebs from time to time. To dust off the knick knacks and various accumulations of long lifetimes worth of memories. But sometimes all you find in such endeavors of the past are memories of failures both recent and those long forgotten that you strive to remove from all memory. Thus I found myself staring into the eyes of she who made me. Haunted by one of my greatest failures.

---

*The room was silent. The creaking of the quiet floorboards under his feet as he approached the old canvas. The dustmites floating in the dim dayling beams of the old room as he touched the brushstroked canvas. His hands touching upon a face that sometimes haunted his darkest dreams. Emily stood there in surprise and bewilderment as Cleo stole a worried look to Sephiroth as he slowly approached it. His face was one of pain and regret as he just looked at the woman who's face was lost to time. Emily cocked her head to the side as she once more inquired.*

Emily: Who was she?

*Seph didn't look up but softly spoke in reply.*

Seph: She was my maker, my dark mother. She died many years ago.

Emily: How can you be sure?

*He looked at her a pained expression hidden in a soft smile his long hair almost trying to hide his face in a sort of eclectic shame.*

Seph: Because I was there. I saw it happen.

*Emily began to say something but fought it not really sure what to say in that moment. Seph smiled at her though not angry at all just taking the canvas from her with both hands admiring it for a moment.*

Emily: She was beautiful.

Seph: I painted it years after the fact. All from memory. We should find a place of honor for it.

*She smiled at him gently and her smile made him smile back in kind. She placed her hand on his arm and laid her head on his shoulder as they both looked at the mysterious figure in the painting. Suddenly a crash as dust fills the air behind them.*

Voice: What a bunch of Junk!

*They slowly turn as Sothren stands there smacking the dust away from his vest and white shirt with black gloved hands. Seph's face drops from a smile to an annoyed glance before looking back at Emily and handing her the painting once more. He then walks toward Sothren with a flippant air about him.*

Seph: What is "junk", Sothren?

Soth: I found some of your old wrestling gear and merch. Can you believe they made these?

*He reaches in the box pulling out a small action figure of Seph with a button pressing the back it squirts a bit of stagnant water out with a red light in it's mouth. Seph snatches the toy away from Sothren tenderly holding it.*

Seph: What? They were popular as I recall.

Soth: Yeah, a decade ago. I mean look at all this junk. Posters, CDs, sunglasses...

Seph: Ah yes, my "Hollywood" phase.

Soth: A VHS of that movie you had a bit part in.

*Spothren holds up a copy of a film called "Midnight Hour" as Seph quickly snatches it away.*

Seph: It's called a supporting role, Sothren.

Soth: You were on the screen for 5 minutes and barely had any dialogue.

Seph: What are you getting on about?

*Seph seems insulted as Sothren leans on the box and just shrugs*

Soth: Me? Oh nothing. It's just well you don't see much of this stuff anymore do you? Not since you last held a belt.

Seph: I'm the Bloody Hardcore Champion, Sothren.... currently.

Soth: Oh, Hardcore champion very nice. Brother, I used to be hardcore champion it's easy as punch. If you can take a brick to the face you can be hardcore champion. I meant since you held a world title. That was....

Seph: Two thousand and three.

*The look on his face is one of supremem anger and annoyance as Emily looks at him in sudden shock.*

Emily: You haven't held a world title in 17 years?

*Cleo suddenly pipes up her voice from behind one of the tables*

Cleo: Not since...

*Seph glances back a sudden look in his eye of intense frustration at Cleo which causes her to be silent but Sothren just sighs feigning some sort of disappointment.*

Soth: I mean let's face it, brother, you haven't exactly captured that old feeling lately. I mean your little wifey here has held the title twice before you.

*Behind Seph Emily frantically motions a cutting motion at her throat trying to tell Sothren to shut up. Seph however finds no humor in the situation grabbing Sothren by his shirt he pulls him close mancing him as his fangs descend his eyes flare as Cleo suddenly goes to reach out and Emily quickly stops her putting an arm up trying to tell her friend not to. Seph glares at Sothren who simply smiles as Seph's throat releases an almost animal like growl.*

Seph: I'd watch that tongue, Sothren, lest I remove from your head. I've killed men for less.

Soth: Like Eb-? MMphmmm!

*Sothren's voice was suddenly marred by two fingers pulling hard on his bottom lip painfully dragging his head down to the table where the box dwelt *

Seph: Be thankful of your ignorance, dear brother. It is the only thing that keeps me from separating your head from your body. Make no mistake I may not wield the crown I wish but I am still King here. My word is law and if you ever dare speak that name again in mine or anyone elses presence I will pluck out your eyes and leave you for the ravens. Do I make myself clear?

*Seph releases causes Sothren to snap backwards from the sheer pulling strength like a rubber band pulled taut.*

Soth: Crystal.

Seph: Good. Put that back where you found it and Cleo!

*She meekly stepped forward surprisingly quick to listen *

Cleo: Yes, your majesty?

*He looks back at her his eyes glowing dim and menacing the pretense of humanity almost gone in an instant.*

Seph: Keep him on his leash. Before I put the wild dog down myself.

*She nods silently as Seph quickly walks out Emily taken aback by the sudden savage response as Cleo rushes over to Sothren looking him over. For a second she was surprised. Seph never acted that way in front of her. Always controlled and always caring and she began to wonder what might have set him off.*

---

So I was a tad bit... upset. It happens to the best of us. One cannot always hold one's composure. Especially when it comes to Sothren. But he was right. It has been sometime since I wielded the title. And it does trouble me. So many I have trained before me have seized and succeeded where I have failed. Ever since Ebon... ever since that cursed day he defeated me I have not been a champion of worth. They toss the Hardcore title at me breadcrumbs meant to sate my hunger. It doesn't help. Denise, Necra, Emily, Tempestad, Phoenix, so many that I have known. Men and women that I have dined with and that have called me associate, friend, and lover. All have had opportunities I have not.

---

*The camera cuts back to later that evening and the living room. The heavy drapes drawn in the room. The only light coming from the television as he sits upon the red leather couch. Emily lays beside him curled up in a blanket his arm drawn around to where she would sit protectively above her. His eyes however stare at the screen before him. The television showing his visage though the era was widely different then modern times. It was one of his first matches the LWF against Big Boa in the ladder match which won him his first intercontinental championship. He watches intently drawing his arm back to the controller his eyes glaring as Boa wraps a tight figure four on him about the ladder. His head down turned as he sighs in a frustration. He softly pulls himself from Emily letting her head lay soft against the cushion as he stands. He turns from the screen the tone of his skin a dim blue now in the light as he turns his eyes to the painting that even now rests on one side of the entranceway. The eyes upon him fierce, defiant and proud. He wondered often where his own pride had gone. He turns to the mirror staring in it quietly. Though his flesh was the same his eyes were different. They were worried, weary, the eyes of a man that had seen too much or maybe done too much to ever truly forgive himself. For a moment he closed them trying to find that spark that died so long ago. The death of his children, the hatred in his heart, the loss to Ebon each were at the same time a measure inching him closer to an edge he had long pulled from. Even now the beast within clawed at him. Then suddenly through the fog of his darkest memories he heard her voice... a voice he had not heard in nearly 800 years.*

Voice: Do you want to live forever?

*His eyes opened and he looked around. Was it in his head. He looks about and seeing the screen sees himself holding the IC belt and smiles softly before turning back to the canvas and her eyes. He smiles meakly and drops his head as a child might at his mother's grave.*

Seph: I'm sorry. I know you wanted more for me. I'm trying... I'm trying so hard.

*He lets out a regretful sigh before turning and simply walking over to Emily pausing the video on himself triumphant. He leans in kissing her temple. Lightly he brushes a piece of hair away and smiles at her before heading to the door.*

---

Such thoughts often weigh heavy on my heart and like any mortal it needs a way to vent the grief of life. So like many mortals when I feel these horrid feelings of inadequacy I do what everyone does... I run.

---

*The camera comes back to a blur of motion. Moving through the nearby wood with breakneck speed as we watch him, move. His boots plow through the loud underbrush as wolf paws follow. A pack of wolves running at once with him as the camera reveals him topless running through a cold winters night. His breath making clouds in the snow covered night. His eyes flash as he moves as one with the wolves not as a man would but as a wild savage animal. A primal fury filling his eyes as they glow lightly in the dark his fangs bearng bright in the moonlit night.*

---

They follow me. All of them. My friends. They move with me as does the Darkside itself. I guess you could say I am the true Alpha Wolf. *chuckles lightly* They follow because I am their leader. So many I have guided through the years. Denise who was a mere peasant girl. Joanne who I've molded in practically my own image. Necra whom I raised from her birth along her parents. Ex who was but a mere criminal when I found him and molded him into my instrument of pain. And my dearest Emily so trusting, so true. They were all my proteges once. I have guided them in directions that have made me proud. Even now as we march to Genocide I find myself running but not as I ran when you fell, sweet Rebecca, no this time running forth to do as I should have done. If I must destroy them all to save them. To guide them once more why shouldn't I? Why shouldn't I refrain from holding back?

---

*He runs as a deer moves before him running and sprinting in the wild wood it's senses prone to the danger. He runs after it the wild pack at his heels. Images flash in black and white as he inches closer to the deer. A woman tied to a stake. Her eyes beautiful defiant and intense. He watches her in his mind's eye as the flames begin. He hears her screams his hand trembling at the sword at his side and yet he draws it not. Her words ringing in his ears...*

Voice: Run, my childe. I won't let them hurt you.

*The voice spurring him on he charges with an energy that wells within. As they approach a cliffside the deer's head turns to look at his pursuer. Too late it would seem as Sephiroth plows into the side delivering his Spear of Longinus right to the beasts side tackling it to the brush as the pack rushes in. Warm steam rises as hungry angry growls erupt. The fresh red crimson blood stained upon the white snow as his face rises up covered in the beasts blood as the wolves feed around him. He tilts his head back letting out a bellowing scream filled with fury and a deep seated pain no mortal man could understand.*

---

If I have learned anything from my long life it has been that pain feeds us. It reminds us of what we have done and what we could do. So many forget the lessons of their past doomed to repeat their failures time and time again. I have not forgotten mine. Every setback a lesson learned. Could one such as Dean Tyler learn that? Or Jennifer Enigma? Sâla Åsa perhaps? Or even Ragnarok the great beast himself? My dearest Rene will you recall your father's failures and build upon their foundation? Now that you have entered under my protection will you side with us should the time come? And what of you my "old friend". Will you champion against us? Against your people? Will your dear unruly daughter seize her heritage? Her birthright? Vanities place is here among her people, your place was here. And yet you chose to form your own path. We shall see how far it goes before once more we walk together as brothers. Can they ever truly trust you I wonder? Can I? Can you ever truly trust me? The monster that walks among men?

---

*He steps back from the kill the poor creature still bellowing and trying to kick as it lays being fought over and devoured. He turns from it looking up at the cliffside placing a hand upon the stone. It feels cold, soothing, strong. He leans his face against it before gripping the rock with both hands and ascending upward. Slowly climbing up the rock face with a determined mania. As he does a flash of light as he slips and an image of Denise flashes.*

Denise: Where were you when we needed you?!

*He grunts through it regaining his hold as he pulls himself further up to the heavens and to his goal*

---

When I first came back I was lost. A shell of my former self. Denise's plea fell on my ears and it deafened me. What happened to Ambrose in those moments, her family, my soldier, my fault. I let the important things slip through my fingers. I let you walk away Anna but now we finally meet don;t we? You think I have forgotten. You hoped I had forgotten. I do not forget. And Evans you and I have destiny. You bested me but was it by skill or simply my choice? Can you ever truly be certain. I have made mistakes, true. It''s why Necra clings to Candy and Johnny . Maybe she will forge her own family now that I have called upon ours.

---

*He pulls up further. Hope swelling in his breast. The image of Rebecca flashes once more hearing her screams. Another foothold and an image flashes of Tabitha falling. He reaches up grasping clutching at every speck of rock and dirt as another flash shows him cradling the twins and screaming as he holds the babes bodies in the nursery. Each memory stirring him on as his eyes widen in excited frenzy as the ice grips cold to his flesh.*

---

I hear them you know. The voices. y people. I feel their cries. I remember every ounce of pain. I remember every failure. Every loss. I feel their pain a thousand times over cause what they have suffered I have suffered. And you know what I do with it. I cling to hope as I cling to this rockside. I cling to good memories. I use the pain to spur me forward. The pain, the anguish, the disappointments. I well it all up inside and let it loose upon the world. They fear me. They should. Because I will not accept being fed. I will hunt. I will find my victory and then I will hold the trophy high as a headsman holds the offending for the masses to see. I need no one to save me for I am their King. I am their savior! Just as you knew I would be...

---

*He reaches out and for a moment the flashes return his eyes are changed blue his skin is pale and bloodied no longer on the cliff he lies in a pile of warriors bodies as the silhouette of a woman stands over him her hair blowing in the windswept plains of the ancient battlefield her dress shimmering in the dimlight of dusk almost see through as she extends a petite hand to him .*

Voice: Do you want to live forever?

*He reaches out and takes it and as the memory fades he grips the tree root near the top pulling himself to the peak and standing triumphant looking over the woodland , the graveyard, and his home admiring the view as the morning dawn begins to peak over the horizon. His hair whips in the chilly cold wind as he stares down with eyes of determined triumph, defiance, and predatory grace.*

---

What I do now, I do for you and more importantly for me. Let the others quake and quiver at what thou hast wrought. For I am ancient, I am the ring, I am the once and future king. I AM THE FALLEN ONE! THE CHOSEN ONE! THE ONLY ONE!!! I am Sephiroth du Lac! And I will show them all what true Genocide means.

---

*On the clifftop he begins to chuckle and from that chuckle an evil laugh grows tossing his head back he tilts his head to the heavens as his diabolic laughter fills the valley floor filling all who might hear it with a sense of dread as the wolves bay at the cliffs feet and the raven's leap from their nests in the trees filling the brightening sky with plumes of darkness as the scene fades to black*

[thefathi]

[Allura Desmonds]

Tyler Cross has spoken

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[sickle]

[Allura Desmonds]

Act 1: A Rough Day

"Being a reaper is never easy. It isn't a quick trip. Most of the time it's a waiting game."


The scene opens on the beautiful Georgian countryside. The sun had already started to set for another day. The sound of the birds had started to fade away into the darkness, as the moon started to appear over the horizon. The stars started to appear one by one, against the turning sky. The camera moves over the vast fields and weeping willow trees that lined either side of the road and soon comes to  stop on the massive plantation house. The windows were still mostly dark but a few of them were now lit with the soft glow of the lights that were over head. The interior of the house was quiet except for the sound of a game that was being played somewhere further in the manor. The front door opens and the sound of high heels click along the dark wooden floor. We see a pair of long legs wrapped in a pair of black leather pants moving across the floor. As the camera moves up we see that it is Necra. She removes the leather jacket that she wares and drapes it over one of the statues that could be found in the hallway. Her long raven hair draped down her back, as she moved through the hallway toward the sound.

Voice Over: Is it so hard to get one day where everything goes right? It sure is... That is what a reaper's life is... Constantly moving, on the go waiting for the next soul to reap and to take to their great reward... Who am I kidding... They stand in a long ass line and wait... But when you go to get a soul and it's not ready... It's a pain in the ass... But there is always that one... THE ONE. That you wish to Gods that you would just do it and get it over with...

Necra walks into the living room that was done in the same hardwood as the rest of the house, and sitting on the black leather coach was Ex with an Xbox controller in hand. On the screen was Mortal Kombat Aftermath. Necra sits beside him and leans back against the back of the couch and sighs. Ex doesn't look over at her but knows something is wrong.

Ex: Rough day?

Necra: You have no idea.

Ex: What's wrong?

Necra sighs and closes her eyes and opens them once again.

Necra: It was that guy again. The one that seems to have a death wish...

Ex: The one the Reapers have the pot on?

Necra: Yeah...

Ex: What about him?

Necra: I was there tonight... I thought tonight would have been it. But no. I have to admit when I wrapped my hands around his throat it felt so good... If it wasn't against the rules and I wasn't engaged I would have let my other half out and fucked him until there was nothing left.

Ex glances over at her as the match on the screen ends.

Ex: Was he bigger than me?

Necra:No... I don't know. I didn't see it. Like I said IF I wasn't engaged I would have...

Ex: Good... How long were you there?

Necra: I don't know. I had other stops today too. Hell I was in Florida most of the day. There was an old guy on his death bed for almost 4 hours. When he finally did die he had a million and one questions before we left. I mean it's just been one of those days.

Ex: I've just been here all day.

Necra: Yeah I kind of guessed that.Johnny hasn't been by?

Ex: Yeah, but he left like an hour ago. Said something about getting ready for Genocide.

Necra raises an eyebrow.

Necra: Shouldn't you be getting ready for Genocide?

Ex just laugh shaking his head.

Ex: Why? I'm one of the biggest guys in this thing. It takes more than one person to put me out. I got this.

Necra: Right...

Ex: What about you?

Necra: I'll be ready. I'm going to make it to the end if nothing else. Or at least try to.

Ex: That's my girl. Oh I parked my new gun in the barn.

Necra raises an eyebrow and sighs getting to her feet.

Necra: What?

Ex: Go and check it out.

Necra shakes her head as she starts back toward the front door. The sun had completely set leaving shadows to start from around the buildings. She shivers slightly as she walks toward the older barn. The rocks under her feet crunched as she walked along as she pushed back a piece of hair from her face.

Necra: Between being a reaper and being on the road it's hard to find time for myself. I haven't really started to train for Genocide yet. With it only being a few days away I really have to wonder how far I will make actually make it this time. I haven't fared well the last couple of times I've been in the match but it's not going to stop me from trying. I want to get to the end and get the Pinnacle title, but then again... So does everyone else.  Dario you have a big mouth. ll you do is run it. But you really shouldn't say things that you don't mean. I mean you really think you're going to win the Pinnacle? Really? You think really highly of yourself don't you? You haven't even managed to take a title since you arrived in NCW. At least I have a few title reigns under me including the Pinnacle. Oh boo hoo... I can't win anything! Did you ever think that you're not talented enough to stand in the same ring against someone like me? There have only been two in the whole of Apocalypse that have even accomplished something and your not one of them. And you will NEVER be one of them.

She smiles to herself as she reaches the barn door and opens them revealing a Howitzer Motor Carriage M8. Necra sighs shaking her head as she tosses her hands up in the air

Necra: Really? Gods! I can't deal with this right now...

The ground shakes and soon splits. The ground opens and a set of steps appear. The sound of a soft yipping is heard as she smiles softly seeing the small black three headed little pom at her feet.

Necra: There's my little boy. Mommy missed you. Yes I did... C'mon.

She picks the pom up and he licks her cheek as she starts to walk down the steps with her high heeled shoes clicking on the stone steps.

Necra: Sickle you seem to be more focused on Fathi, and trying to get to the top. You think you're just going to come into NCW and pull off a win that you don't even deserve? No. I'm not even sure why you came here. Is it because you want to prove yourself? Or you have a grudge that needs to be taken care of? Which is it? Do you want revenge or do you want to win? You can't have it both ways. Fathi... I'm not even sure what to say to you. You left your team mate high and dry. So did Tyler Cross... Both of you are losers and heartless. Not even worth to hold titles. Fathi you don't need another title. Hell you don't deserve the one that you have now you don't deserve. You see you have been a thorn in my side for a while and when Dread and I went after the tag titles you held onto them once again. But now you have no allies, no friends, and nothing but the title that you have. This is where it all ends for you. You're not going to make it to the end... I'll make sure of that.

Her steps continue to echo on the stairs as she move further down the staircase.

Necra: As for Mr. Creed you got lucky. If it hadn't been for the fact that Hex Girl was on her own you would have never took the title. You are another one that thinks they are high and mighty but once again you managed to get lucky and now look at where you sit. You have a target on your back and that isn't good. You think you're safe because you are part of Apocalypse when you are farthest thing from safe. Stalker you have made your name known but like Dario you are nothing. You haven't done anything to make anyone take notice. Anna you won a title by the skin of your teeth and took someone that didn't belong to you or love you without using a spell and drugs Bad form. You haven't done anything since you lost that title and I have to say I can't say that I am surprised really. Vanity I really don't have anything against you. You're not like your father or anyone else in Apocalypse. Maybe that is why I can relate to you more than any of them. But that doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you. I want that title no matter what I have to do to get it.

Necra soon reaches the bottom of the stairs, and walks along a pathway, passing by honed stone walls. The sound of water lapping against the shore is soon heard coming from somewhere in the distance.

Necra: Hex Girl you got tossed aside by fools. You're better than them and you know it. Hell everyone knows that you are better than what your so called team mates were. Tyler Cross never showed up and then what did Fathi do? Walked away. Pathetic. You actually have talent and have a chance at winning it, but... There are still a lot of people to go through before you get to the end. I plan on giving you a fight because I know you will do the same. Ice Queen I know that you are willing to do what needs to be done as well. You will stand with family but you will always fight to get what you want in the end. I have nothing against you, and when we do face each other in the ring, it will be nothing more than business... It'll never be personal between us.

She soon reaches the edge of the river Styx. The water gently laps against the shore as she stares out as the water as a skiff appears. On the skiff stood Charon with the long black robes draped over his skeleton form. The burning red eyes watch Necra as she steps onto the skiff with the dog still in her arms. Charon looks behind her and shakes his head.

Charon: Well where is he?

Necra: Don't get me started...

Charon: Let me guess...

Necra: He still didn't do it. I went there and well... It got weird.

Charon: I'm not going to ask why.

Necra: Good... How much is the pot up to?

Charon: 75,000.

Necra: Damn it! I thought he was going to do it this time! If I wanted to break a lot of rules I could have.

Charon: At least you didn't do something stupid.

Necra stares off as they start along the river, passing by the strange shores of the river.

Voice Over: Lazarus... You are the one man that I need to show why you have nothing left in this world to live for. I will be your end and there is nothing that you can do to stop what's coming. Look at who you are up against. You maybe dead at birth, but you managed to survive but not much longer. This is the end of your career and the start to my title reign. Lazarus it would be better if you walked away and never looked back. Scott Stonewall... I know one thing you don't live up to the man that you are descended from... That is if you are even related to him. If you are you are a disgrace. You're just like Fathi, Brian, and Sickle. Focusing on one person and one person alone and all the while thinking that you are going to win this match. You come into NCW and look at everyone like we are nothing to you when we are the best of the best and you are nothing.

She smiles to herself, as they touch the shore. She gets to her feet, and steps out onto the shore.

Charon: He'll do it one day.

Necra: I know... It's just frustrating...

Charon: Go and see your husband... I know he's been miserable without you.

Necra nods, and walks along the same path that she had walked a million times.  The smell of death and decay filled her nose as her outfit started to change.

Necra: Rene, Ragnarok I have nothing against either one of you. I can understand where you are coming from Rene about not knowing what you truly are. For a long time I had the problem you do now. The power that is within me, I cannot control without the ring that I wear on my hand. If I were to remove it well... Lets just say it wouldn't be a pretty picture. Ragnarok you remind me of Ex in a lot of ways. You keep Rene safe, and deep down I think you love her in your own way. I do know one thing about you two is that you two won't back down from the fight. That's the fight I want... I don't want weak fools. I want to face people that are willing to fight and that is what I have in you two.

She continues along the long pathway toward a strange looking gate. It was massive in size but seemed to open with ease. The little dog jumps from her arms and runs through the open gate ahead of her as she smiles.

Necra: Uncle Seph... I know that you are out for the Pinnacle. It's the only title that you always have had your eye on, and have fallen short each time that you have gone after it. I know that you will do whatever it takes to get it, even if it means you have to sacrifice the rest of it to get it. But you know that I will not back from this, not even for you. I will fight, and I will stand tall. Even if that means I have to put you down in the end. Emily I know that you have won Genocide once before but I'm afraid that I have to be the one to win this time. The more titles we have in our hands the better and I will be the one that takes the Pinnacle once again, and there isn't anything that you can do to stop me.  I am the Goddess of the Dead, The Queen of Death, The Angel of Death, The Lady in Black, The Reaper of Souls, The Crawling Chaos, The Creeping Death, The Child of Heaven and Hell; fear me for when you look upon me you will see your end. See you soon and good luck you're going to need it.

She soon reaches the main walk way of the massive manor that loomed over the river Styx. She crosses it and soon reaches the front door, as the scene fades to black.

[bondic]

The scene opens with Brian sitting on his back porch looking over the Rocky Mountains. It's been snowing for the last few days as he trains for the upcoming Genocide rumble. He is talking on his phone,

Brian: "I can't wait for you to officially sign your contract, I've spoken to management and they are willing to let you in. But, I had then add an extra 0 to the end of the signing bonus. They already know your worth the fee asked by us. Just like we done in SCW, NCW will be our house. The guys already know and are looking forward to you getting here. Everyone is at the house. We still need to figure out a date for the reunion. Frosty and Requiem said they might be alittle late.  Ok, see you later."

Stalker walks out of his house followed by Mr. Creed. They sit down as Brian begins to talk.



Brian: "So, I have talked to Our First Lady. She is entering the match with us as well. At this point, we'll you guys already know my thoughts about how shit went at the last show."



Mr. Creed: "My only question is this, with Fathi doing what he done. Tyler coming out of the wood work saying he is targeting you. Does he realize that The Foundation is now the most dominant stable in NCW now?



Stalker: "Well, Apocalypse and The Foundation has a huge chance at walking out as the winner here. I've already instructed everyone what our plan is. Just remember to hold your part down."



Brian: "Just like I gave my word we would be Tag Team Champions, I will keep my word. Brother shit is about to get good around here."



Mr. Creed: "We will have huge targets on our backs."

Brian: "I know brother. Nothing that was can't handle. History is about to be made here. With that being said, fellas I need to go meet the camera crew. I still have to cut my promo for the match. You guys make yourselves a home. I'll be back in about a hour. I'll have our guest when I return."

Brian gets up and walks towards the door. Grabbing his keys to his car from the table.



_______ 1 hour later _________



The camera crew is already set up, the gym is scattered with various people working out. Brian has a mask on with the Foundation logo on it. You can see the new BK Legend shirt on with some sweat pants, with some worn down shoes. He opens the duffle bag and pulls out his NCW Tag Team Title and drapes it over his shoulder. He looks at the camera. The serious look on his face is far from the normal go lucky, happy Brian.

Brian: "For those that doesn't know the meaning of what Genocide means. Here is the official definition from the Webster Dictionary.

gen·o·cide



noun

the deliberate killing of a large number of people from a particular nation or ethnic group with the aim of destroying that nation or group

"a campaign of genocide"

Needless to say. That is not only what the catchy name to this match. It's what The Foundation is coming to do to the entire roster that plans on stepping in our paths. I started Thug Revolution. And yes Fathi is a great wrestler that we have dominated everywhere we have stepped. Now we are in the first match against each other in a very, very long time. I gave you Thug Revolution with the thoughts you would take it and do something with it. Only to come and find out I was the glue that kept it together. Then you go bringing in Scott Stonewall, someone that knows me very well. That we have faced off several times to only your resulting in losses after losses. Yet then The Empire reigned Supreme. Scott you returning to the ring will be the worst mistake you have ever made in your entire life. Your not Sting. This isn't AEW. This is NCW and we are playing for keeps.



This bring me to another Icon. Sickle, we haven't had the privilege to square off. I know from uncle Bishop that your not someone to take lightly. But let's face it. Your not the same man you once was back in the golden days when the very name Sickle drove fear into men's hearts. Your like a novelty item at the thrift store. You just don't belong anymore.



I know that I am entering this contest as the first entry. History can be made here with me winning this match. The first person to enter number one and winning the entire match. This would be a major achievement on my behalf. But, I can't forget. The targets on my back. I have Leon Dread. A man that evaded me by the hair of his chin to win the Eternal Title. A man that knows it could have very easily went the other direction. Given the chance he knows I wouldn't lose a 2nd time. Out of my entire career there has only been 1 person that has beaten me 2 times in a row. And well, that person is aligned with us that have like minded goals."



He pauses for a moment, picking up a bottle of water from his bag. He opens the bottle taking a few drinks of water. Forming his next thoughts.

"I won't sit here and address each and every person that's been entered into this match. That would take entirely to long. I'll address it this way."

He pauses to put the lid on the bottle. He takes his Title and places it on the bench.

"First I'll address The Covenant. You think you have rights to the Tag Titles. The very set of Titles that I have held since I first stepped into a NCW ring. For a long time you thought I was only a champion due to Fathi being my partner. Well, you all look like fools. Since Creed and I have taken the titles you think just because of me having a new partner that I will finally fail to retain what is rightfully ours. There isn't one person if that camp that can hold our jock straps let alone the Titles that we hold now. You think we are going to lose those babies any time soon. That's your mistake. We are now and forever the most dominant faction in wrestling today.

You lay claims that Creed got lucky. What makes him lucky? Is it because he teamed with one of the most dominant wrestlers in this company? Is it that he happens to be my tag team partner and one half of the Tag Team Champions? If that's luck. Then call me a blind man. I chose him. Like I chose Fathi. It seems like I am a good luck charm. Because since I have walked into the business each and every person I team with holds Gold."

He walks towards the doors, taking out a black and mild. Flicking the lighter a few times he continues to talk.

"Darkside, oh well. What can be said about you guys? Could I talk about how your entire camp are made up of different variations of misfits. Don't get me wrong. Emily and Dustin Lac. I respect the two of you. But, let's face it. None of you can Comair to the Excellence that makes up The Foundation. Nor Apocalypse for that matter. It won't matter who hard you try. Just like each and every other time. You shall fail in the rumble. Just like you will fail when it comes to the Tag Title match. Rene and Emily this is a prelude to what is to come."

He stands outside looking towards the entrance of the parking lot. Like he is looking for someone.

"This leaves The Fallen. Necra, you made the fatal mistake. You were so wrapped up in Scott, Sickle and Fathi. You forgot that I am more of a factor in this match than you realize. You do realize that there are 59 other people entering the ring after I do. I realize the mountain I have to climb. You forget one thing Necra, you fail when it comes to me. You fail when the prize is with in your grasp. When I am involved."

The camera gets a close up of Brian's face veins are popping out of his forehead as he gets louder.

"You fail when I am involved! This isn't any different Necra, I'm focused on each and every person. So this is to everyone I didn't address. It doesn't matter if your part of The Fallen, Darkside, or The Covenant, and to the Factionless. This is Genocide and the Foundation has been laid and the Apocalypse is upon us. And before we wrap this up. To my Foundation brothers and sisters. Also my friends in Apocalypse. I am coming to prove a point. I plan on winning this match. This is a war where when everyone else is out of the way. All I can say is good luck. After this battle we will focus on the rest of the war. I always go what's good for business and business is damn good. See you all very soon."

Just as Brian is finishing his sentence he lights his Black and Mild as a all black Dodge SUV pulls in, the tint on the windows are so dark you can't see in. A beautiful dark haired woman gets out of the back. The camera tries to catch a glimpse. Brian speaks.

"Since everyone is bringing Icons and Legends to NCW, I'm bringing one of my own. Someone that even Sickle won't be happy about her arrival to NCW. You all wanted to hate me before here is another reason. Now if you guys will excuse me."

He turns towards his guest as the camera focuses on the two of them talking as the scene fades to a Foundation logo.

[thejerseydevildiva]

Act 1: Pillar of the Community

"My father always said if you look good in the eyes of the people around you, they will not believe any bad press about you."

The scene opens on the beautiful city of Jersey Shore. The late afternoon would soon give way to the early evening, and another chilly night. The camera comes to a stop on one of the poorer sections of the city at one of the local churches. The street was lined with cars, and a line of people wound itself from the door and around the building. An older looking woman with fading blond hair runs barefoot along the front of the old brick church with a phone in hand. Boxes filled with food and other goodies is slid across a long table to those that were waiting on the other side. The line once again moves up a little bit, as we see an all to familiar face coming out the door with a box in her hands. It was Joanne Canelli. She was dressed in a black leather jacket, and a pair of long black pants with her hair tied back away from her face. A piece of hair falls into her face as she sets the box down, and smiles as the young man that stood across from her just stared before moving on.

Joanne: Is it always like this Sam?

Sam: Not really, but with everything going it get busy. You have been a God send.

Joanne: It's nothin' really.

Sam: Not only have you donated your time, but money as well. You have us stocked up for the next three months. Could you walk along the line and see how many more we have?

Joanne: Sure thin'. I'll text you when I get the numbers.

Sam nods as Joanne moves along the line. A few of them stop Joanne and speak with her before she moves on while others take pictures with her. She pulls the collar up on her leather jacket as a cool wind moves through.

Voice Over: I know what you're thinkin'... What is someone like me doin' at a place like this? It's simple. I'm givin' back to the community. Besides if the people see you as one of them or being a pillar to the community they will never believe anythin' that the press says about you. Especially if it's somethin' bad. My father told me that if you have them on your side they will look to you as if you can do no wrong in their eyes. My father was smart in that aspect. He did thin's for the community and donated to every charity that he could and so do I. It makes me wonder Stalker do your people love you or fear you? What do you do for them to make them happy and not hate you? Or do you even care about the people that live in your country? See when I walk down the street I'm looked at with fear and admiration. Most know me from watching NCW while others have actually dealt with me first hand. Stalker you will face off against some of the biggest names in this company and champions and you actually think that you are goin' to win this match? Vanity you shouldn't believe everythin' that you're told. You haven't managed to win a match yet and here you are in a match that you shouldn't even be in. This match is for those that can handle themselves and hold their own. If you have actually won or even had your match maybe you would actually be worthy enough to be in this match and try to make it to the end.

She continues along the line counting the people all the while. She soon stops at the end, and sees a woman leaning against the wall of the church with a girl and a boy about 10 or 11. They sit on the sidewalk waiting their turn as their mother looks at phone and sighs.

Mother: We've been here for over an hour. What is taking so long?

Girl: We got here really late.

Mother: I know, but we really didn't have a choice did we?

Boy: I'm sorry.

Mother: I'll be right back. I forgot my jacket in the car.

She walks off as the kids spot Joanne watching them. Their eyes go wide as she steps closer.

Girl: Josh look... It's Joanne Canelli!

Josh: Holy shit Chastity you're right! I thought it was you. My mom told me I was seeing things.

Joanne smiles softly as she folds her arms across her chest.

Joanne: In the flesh. I'm sorry that you've been waitin' so long. It's been like this all day. Is there anythin' I can do to help?

Chastity: Not really. We're doing ok. We just came here to get through the end of the month.

Josh: You might as well tell her the truth... Our dad lost his job, and left to find work.

Joanne: Really?

Josh: Yeah.

Joanne: How long has he been gone?

Chastity: He left after Christmas.

Joanne: I see... Listen give your mother this card and tell her that I am willin' to give your dad a job.

Josh: Really?

Joanne: Yeah. I have a few places where I need some extra help. He would be paid well and you would be well protected.

Chastity: We could be a family again.

Joanne smiles as she pulls out a wad of cash and pulls off a couple of 50's off and hands them to Josh.

Josh: I can't...

Joanne: Yes you can. Take your mother out and have a good time. I'll make sure your family gets somethin'. I'm not goin' to let anythin' happen to you.

Chastity smiles as she sees her mother coming back as Joanne walks away. They both talk with excitement and point to Joanne as their mother breaks down with tears filling her eyes. Joanne couldn't help but smile as she started to walk back toward the main part of the churches entrance.

Voice Over: A simple gesture of goodwill is all it takes. It's funny the way one can manipulate those around me. I have taken one thin' from Seph or as you called him Dustin... Where  did you get that Brain? I mean Brian I have no clue. You should respect to your superiors if nothin' else especially when you are just a worthless worm that is being manipulated by everyone around you and you don't even realize it. That's what makes this so perfect. You think you're the best of the best when you are just another wannabe that got lucky and took a title that you don't even deserve. I'm not sure what number you got but let' just say I have a decent one and I will out last and out do each and everyone of your so called Foundation members.  Mr Creed congrats on join' the losers! So what if you hold a title. So do I. I haven't been stopped yet and I don't plan on losin' it any time soon. But those tag titles... I can see changin' hands soon enough, and when you do you'll realize that you and Stalker have thrown your lot in with the bitches of the NCW in the end.

Joanne continues to walk with her high heeled shoes clicking along the sidewalk.

Voice Over: Evan Storm... Another piece of shit under my feet. Someone that was once worth while but now you're just another lacky. I've known to many to see anythin' more in you. You might have once been a proud army man, but now look at you. Someone workin' for the highest bidder and hopin' to be thrown scraps from the table that they sit at.

She pushes back a piece of hair away from her dark eyes before they shift to red and turn back to their normal color.

Voice Over: Merxy, Dean... What can I really say? Merxy you lost your title and well Dean you haven't gotten your hands on anythin' yet have you? And you won't as long as I am here. I'm goin' to make sure that you and Merxy never touch a title again or ever get to the top in the end. I'm goin' to take such great joy in puttin' the two of you down, no matter what I have to do to stop you.

The wind picks up once again, as her pony tail starts to tug in the wind as she stands back and watches the line move past her.

Voice Over: Dario I'm not even goin' to waste a lot of time on you. You can't seem to get a streak of luck can you? Ever since you came into the NCW you haven't managed to do anythin' worth while let alone prove to be any kind of a threat to me. Hell you couldn't even beat me when you had help. So what makes you think you're goin' to beat me or even make it to the end of this match in one piece? Hardly. This is goin' to be easier than I thought. Ragnarok, Rene you two are a cute lookin' couple even when you don't see it. I know that you will keep your eye on Rene no matter what happens, and that even meas you will sacrifice your chance to make sure that she gets just a little bit further. I admire that. I know Uh Oh will do the same for me. Speakin' of which... I love you with all of my heart Uh Oh and I will do everythin' that I can to make sure you get to the top. But I'm afraid that I have to keep you safe and continue my way to the top.

She starts to make her way back to the church and smiles as she passes by Sam and heads back inside to warm up. She reaches the main lobby and sits down on one of the chairs that sat by the door.

Joanne: To the rest, do you really think I give a shit about what you think about me, or what you think you are goin' to do in this match? Hell no. I've stood against worst odds, and this time isn't any different. I will stand and I will fight no matter what I have to do. As for the rest of the family... I know that it will come to down to the last of us and whoever walks away with the title will never let it go. And I know that if we hold that title or whoever has it will be damned if they let it go that easy. I plan on doin' my part to get to the end, even if it comes down to you and me again. The Darkside will prevail one way or another and I will be the one that walks away with the title in hand. And there's not a good damn thin' that anyone can do to stop me...

As she says the last line Mother superior walks by and looks over at her. Joanne blushes bringing color to her cheeks.

Joanne: Sorry about that Mother superior...

Mother Superior: 20 hail Mary's...

Joanne: Shit!

Mother Superior: 40!

Joanne gets to her feet, and sighs as she tries to contain another curse.

Joanne: Yes ma'am.

Joanne walks off pulling out a black and red rosary as the scene fades to black.

[[Alpha]Adam Gatner[Wolf]]

We see Adam and Maria oitside the arena and they head inside. A cameraperson comes to them.

[Adam Gatner]

I am going to make this short and sweet because this was a rough week for me. This was the week when I had found out my parents were killed in action when I was eighteen. I know it had been over two decades ago but it still hurts.

(Maria rubs his back.)

[Adam Gatner]

Genocide comes again and again the odds are against me big time. How will I do? Will I win? That is the ultimate goal of course. I came close last year. Ultimately i want to win. Will my mind let me since its the anniversary of my parents death? I hope so.

[Maria Reyes]

Mi amor Genocide not easy match to win. It has many combatants. I hear it bigger than last year Genocide. I proud of you no matter how you do. I think they proud of you too. You doing well here in NCW.

(Adam looks at his fiance and smiles and nods.)

[Adam Gatner]

Youre right my love and it will be a matter of time before I hold gold here in NCW. I am ready.

(They head off as Of Wolf and Man plays to commercial.)

End Rp.

[icequeen]

The camera pans across the exterior of a private jet sitting at an airfield the stairs are deployed obviously awaiting passengers. A few moments later a bright silver H3 pulls up and parks in the hanger near the plane. The occupants quickly exit the vehicle and move to the plane, Ice Queen and Darkson each carrying a sleeping child. As they move to board the plane airfield personnel move toward the vehicle. Luggage is quickly moved from the vehicle to the plane's hold as the small family boards and the stairs are pulled in. In rather short order the plane is ready to depart and starts to taxi. The shot follows the plane as it takes off into the sky. 

The scene changes moving to the interior of the plane the sleeping children are nowhere in sight, likely secured elsewhere. Ice Queen and Darkson are have a discussion over drinks. 

Ice Queen: I don't want to make the same mistake that she did. I almost feel like I've been tempting fate for some time now. 

Darkson: What happened to her wasn't a mistake it was bad luck.

Ice Queen: Mistake or bad luck call it what you want. I don't want history to repeat itself. 

Darkson: But my dear you have something she didn't have. 

Ice Queen: And what is that? 

Darkson: You have me.

Ice Queen takes a large sip of the amber liquid in her glass. She stares down at it for a moment as she chews on her bottom lip in concentration. 

Darkson: A penny for your thoughts.

Ice Queen: I'll make a deal with you. 

Darkson raises an eyebrow with interest. 

Darkson: It's been quite some time since we made one of those. What are you proposing?

Ice Queen: I have a pretty good number for Genocide, 57. 

Darkson nods acknowledging the information at hand.

Ice Queen: If I manage to make it to the end, not necessarily win but to the very end and remain relatively unscathed. I'll keep going. If I don't I'm going to retire from active competition.

Darkson: And if you don't where does that leave me?

Ice Queen: I know you need to continue managing someone in order to keep your license active. I know a few people within our scope who could use a hand. 

Darkson: If you're thinking of who I believe you are I expect some push back. 

Ice Queen: She'll accept. 

Darkson: How can you be so sure.

Ice Queen: Because she loathes my disapproval. 

Darkson: What will you do?

Ice Queen: Put my energy in to the school and the children. It will also give us more time. 

Ice Queen gives him a gentle smile. Darkson mulls over her offer for a few moment before draining his glass. 

Darkson: Alright deal, but remember you can't be reckless for the sake of making the deal go how you want. 

Ice Queen: You wound me, my love. I've never given less than one hundred percent in the ring and recklessness is for little daredevils like Hex Girl.

Darkson rolls his eyes.

Darkson: Our pixie may need more help than she will admit especially with trying to form the Sorority again. 

Ice Queen raises her glass and drains it. The scene fades as the pair continue talking. The next shot shows the plane landing in Tennessee. 

[Jesse]

Jan 17, 2021 3:24:44 GMT -5 Uh Oh said:

The camera begins rolling as it shows a silouette of a figure.

Figure: Genocide... that time of the year. A chance where world calibre athletes, local talent, legends, and rookies all fight for a chance to win the NCW Pinnacle championship. I haven't won this match yet, but soon things will change...

The camera goes black.

[Jesse]

Jan 17, 2021 3:24:44 GMT -5 Uh Oh said:

The camera begins rolling as it shows a silouette of a figure.

Figure: Genocide... that time of the year. A chance where world calibre athletes, local talent, legends, and rookies all fight for a chance to win the NCW Pinnacle championship. I haven't won this match yet, but soon things will change...

The camera goes black.