OOC: This rp has been done between Necra and Lazarus.
Act 1: A date with death
The scene opens on the beautiful city of Nashville Tennessee. The night had come on, and Genocide had been over for a few hours. The parking lot was empty, except for the trucks that would be ready to leave and head onto the next city in just a few hours. The interior of the arena was full of movement, from the stage hands, and a handful of superstars that were still trying to recover from the grueling match that had occurred. A figure sat in the dark depths a blood soaked towel pressed against the forehead. A red hand print bright against the throat and his back and chest are covered in scars from the barbed wire, thumbtacks and broken glass. The sound of high heeled shoes soon echo along the hallway. The figure just set the blood soaked towel to the side and lifted his head the skull paint gone except some black traces around the eyes as he looks towards the high heeled figure who was sending echoes throughout the arena. As the camera moves up and we see the familiar pale skin of the Goddess of Death Necra Octavian Kane. The once perfect black toga was now torn slightly, with holes along the bottom. Blood stained her arms, and her face but her golden eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light as she looks down at him.
Necra: Well... You did better than I thought you would.
The young man looks her up and down.
Young Man: I am still standing, I feel like I rolled around in a junk yard but I am still here.
Necra smirks as she steps into the shadows covering her face as he eyes seem to shimmer in the dim light that comes from around them.
Necra: I could end it all... But there are rules Lazarus.... I have to wait....
Lazarus: Rules... laws... provisos... excuses nothing more. Either you end me or you don't...
A skeletal hand stops just in front of his face as a laugh is heard coming from Necra as she steps out into the light.
Necra: If I ended you right now you would be nothing more than a shell. A husk as it were. Where's the fun in that?
Lazarus: Who says I am anything more than a husk?
Necra: If you were I wouldn't be here. Your soul is worth more than you think.
Lazarus: My soul is just an unwanted tenant in a dilapidated building.
A strange glint fills Necra's eyes as what could be a growl escaping from her throat.
Necra: Like I said if I could have my way your soul would be mine so would the pot... So I'll tell you what...
Her eyes flash red before going to their normal golden color.
Necra: I'll go talk to Allura about a match between us... If I win I get your soul.... If you win...
Lazarus: If I win? Tell me what do I get if I win? What could you offer me?
Necra: I could offer you the one thing that you want more than anything else... Your end...
Lazarus: I've never cared about what I want... what would you not want to give me?
Necra: Maybe I should curse you with immortality... That might be the better offer... If I win.... Never being able to die... Going on knowing that everyone around you will die and that you can't...
Lazarus: I'll give you a match you win you get my soul. That is something you want. Death... immortality... you think you know me.... you think you can see into my soul... But you will never what I truly am.
Necra smirks as she pulls the skeletal hand back. She steps back into the light and smiles.
Necra: We'll see. But the match is on. I'll go and let Allura know we've come to an agreement then.
Lazarus: See you in the ring.
Necra turns and walks off as the scene fades to black.
Voice Over: Death is not something that you want to face alone. Most run from death, but this one... This one stands in death's face and doesn't run or turn from it. I've never seen anyone like this before... I want to win the bet on him... I need to win this one.
The scene reopens on the backstage area where we see the empty hallway where we see JC standing at a door. The lights start to flicker over head, before going out completely. When they come back on Necra stands before JC. Her head was lowered and her long hair was draped around her face.
JC: Samara...
Necra looks up as her eyes flashes red before going back to their normal color as a smile comes to her face.
Necra: Wesker...
JC: He just smirks as he folds his arms across his chest.
JC: What do you want?
Necra: Is she in?
JC: She is. Make it quick.
Necra nods and walks by him heading into Allura's office. Allura sits behind the big desk going over some paper work.She looks up from it, with wide eyes at Necra that now stood before her.
Allura: Miss Kane... How may I help you?
Necra: I wanted to talk to you about setting up a match for me...
Allura raises an eyebrow and leans forward in her seat.
Allura: I'm listening.
Necra: Good.
Allura: Who do you want to face?
Necra: Lazarus!
Allura: Why him? I mean you have bigger and better to face off against...
Necra: I have my reasons. Yes or no?
Allura: I guess so, but why?
Necra: If I win I get his soul. I've been after this one for a while and when everything is done, it will be mine!
Allura: Are you serious?
Necra: I am. I've never been more serious about anything in my life. You have no idea how long us reapers have been after him.
Allura: Well I'll make sure that the match is set up for you.
Necra turns on her heel as she heads toward the door once again.
Necra: Good. I'm looking forward to it.
The lights flicker over head once again, and soon the lights go out over head. When the lights come back up, Necra is gone. Allura sighs, and sits back in her seat as he scene fades to black.
The scene reopens on Allura's office. A knock comes to the door as JC looks at Allura and moves to the door. A silhouette outlines the door of a figure standing still and patient awaiting the door to open. JC opens the door and looks at the figure standing before him.
JC: Can I help you?
Lazarus is standing there his forehead stitched up his clothes well worn but clean his leather jacket left unzipped with "Dead at Birth" written in bloody letters.
Lazarus: I am here to talk to the boss not a doorman. Can you move Jeeves?
JC stands aside as Allura gets to her feet.
Allura: Lazarus...
Lazarus: Boss lady!
Lazarus throws himself into a empty chair and leans back.
Lazarus: Necra been around to talk to you?
Allura turns and moves back to her desk.
Allura: Yes she has... Are you sure you want to do this?
Lazarus: She wants it, so why not give her what she wants?
Allura: Well her stipulation is a bit... Well unusual.
Lazarus: Did she add something new to it, whats the stipulation?
Allura: It's not everyday that someone comes to me and says I want my opponent's soul.
Lazarus just laughs
Lazarus: Maybe she can get more use out of it than I can.
Allura raises an eyebrow.
Allura: Right... I still think this is a bad idea.... But if you are willing to face her then so be it.
Lazarus: Maybe this time she can follow through and end me once and for all.
Allura: I don't think that's going to happen. Unless this was like an ending to it something big... I'm sure she would.
Lazarus: We shall see, but I will not make this easy I hope you have some EMTs on stand by.
Allura: I'll make sure of that. Is that everything?
Lazarus: I just wanted to make sure this match gets signed. Since it was signed. Everything is set.
He stands up and walks past JC.
Lazarus: Ever think of getting him a collar?
Lazarus then walks past him. Allura holds in a chuckle.
Allura: Good luck Lazarus.
Lazarus: Shouldn't you say break a leg?
Allura: No. I wouldn't want to wish that on anyone... Including you.
Lazarus walks into the hallway then walks out of sight as the scene fades to black.
