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Post by Admin on Mar 11, 2024 12:55:17 GMT
Greensboro Coliseum, Greensboro North Carolina
Singles Match
Eric Herrera vs Dario Arturo Cortez ©
Tag Match
UHW Inc. vs NEW
GWL (Jenny Kay and Bishop) vs VVC (Dean Tyler and Ace Reigns)
NEW World Tag Team Championship Tournament
Rd 5
The Youngbloods vs. Hell Houndz
NEW World Tag Team Tournament
Rd 5
The Enterprise vs. Eclipse of Darkness
NEW All Asia DeathMatch Championship Tournament
Rd 3
Buried Alive Match
“The Sanguine Assassin” Sephiroth Du Lac vs. “The Goddess of the Dead” Necra Octavien Kane
Main Event
NEW World Championship Match
“The One Man Apocalypse” Brian Kennedy © vs. Lacey Reigns w/ Hellion
Deadline
11:59 PM PST April 15th
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Post by Admin on Apr 7, 2024 15:12:38 GMT
The camera pans over a reeking, filth-ridden mire. A landscape of corruption, desolation, and pollution as far the eye can see. A scarred, urban wasteland dominated by teetering heaps of trash. The vast quarries and strip mines looked like gaping wounds, belching filth into the air. Under a sky the shade of blue-black blood sits a festering tower of despoilment. Inside the darkened halls that are filled with screams of terror and howls of agony is a dark throne room lit by the flickering violet flames. Upon the tarnished throne sits Baalzebul a chain around one wrist that slithers across the stone floor to conenct to the collar around Genesis' neck. Flanked by Alistair in his dark suit and Isaac in his more subdued tone blazer and slacks.
Isaac: Welcome to the humble abode of the Lord of Chaos and Blood Baalzebul.
Baalzebul: And so around we go again like a hellish carousal. Hiro and Cazadora you face me, I hurt you, make you bleed, tale as old as time.
Alistair: Song as old as rhyme...
Baalzebul: This isn't sing along, shut it!
Alistair: Sorry sir.
Baalzebul: You have been impressively clawing your way through the tournament. Defeating the dregs like Crossdresser Michelle & Cletus the Bum. The the corporate kiss ups like the Enterprise. Surviving against Phobos and Deimos. Of course there was that little hiccup of losing to Necra's Freudian twins. While The V.V.C have either been winning against or decimating everyone on the roster. Of course most fear facing us Hell Houndz and find ways to avoid such a cronfontation with us. We beat the Enterprise so badly the referee had to give them a sympathy win. At least Wicked the Badger Wolf & The Typhoon King were brave enough to face their annihilation. Eric and Jenny had to get themselves thrown out of the tournament... too bad... so sad...
Baalzebul shakes his head in disappointment.
Baalzebul: Then Faith decided to drop the dead weight of Hope. So we had a clear path to you two. You are fast and skyward assaults are your specialty, but we lack the fear, commonsense, and very belief in gravity. So you want to fly, we'll fly. But then we can take you to the mat and toss you around the ring. We can grab you and bend your bones until they snap. If you try to flee you just entered the killing fields to us. Right now we both sit at 3-1-0 in the tournament. You fought we won through fear. In the end we are fresh and you are exhausted.
Isaac Boothe: Baalzebul has been watching you my little dearies. You very well may be the fastest acrobatic team on the roster. That isn't necessarily bad but when you lose the sky, you lost the war. Baalzebul will destroy you on land, eviscerate you at sea, obliterate you in the sy and then drag you through a cold dark grave, into the burning, roiling pits of Hell.
Baalzebul: You will be looking into the glittering the lights thinking of Akihabara as your head rolls down like a pachinko chip. Think lightly of yourself and deeply of the world. Do nothing that is no use. Perceive that which cannot be seen with the eye...do not regret what you have done.
Isaac Boothe: Come Invasion you will see why the Lord of Chaos and Blood shall stand triumphant.
Baalzebul: You may have your Samurai, but you are coming face to face with the dragons and all that will be left is a white lightning attack.
They stare at the camera as everything fades to red.
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Post by brokennecra on Apr 8, 2024 23:14:28 GMT
The scene opens on the beautiful New York countryside. The day was dreary and seemed to threaten rain over the long stretch of road and the old town of Dunwich. The camera moves along the road that wound itself through the town and to the massive manor that sat on the hill. The camera moves to the interior of the house where it seemed quieter than usual. Footsteps can be heard as figure in gray slacks and a white button down shirt appears carrying a flute of golden liquid in it. The long dark hair tied back and the aristocratic features reveals it to be Ander Umbris.
Ander: Dear sister, the camera crew is here.
Within the massive room we see Mira sitting in front of a vanity. She is finishing her makeup and she smiles as she sets down the brush.
Mira: Must we even bother?
Ander: Apparently so...
He says with an exasperated sigh.
Ander: The Enterprise started off hot by beating Genesis and Baalzebul and Los Americanos, but with a draw to Deimos and Phobos and a loss to Hiro and La Cazadora, I feel like their hunger may have passed.
Mira: I believe you maybe right. We have done the impossible and won every match so far.
Ander: Including beating the team that beat Miss Landon and Miss James.
Mira gets to her feet and sighs.
Mira: Those two names have not meant anything in a while; and I am afraid it will never will.
Ander: From undefeated dynamos to people going... are they still on the roster?
She laughs and takes Anders hand in hers.
Mira: Indeed. When we win this match everyone will be wondering what happened to the Enterprise.
Ander: Perhaps the Michaels' Enterprise drained away their desire by using the word Enterprise in their name or perhaps when Erin Stone ditched them to manage the Lone Star Outlaws. Either way. I was hoping for another fight.
Mira: We will always be the superior tag team. No matter who we face or whatever is thrown against us.
Ander: Once we get these titles we may keep them forever
Mira: And we shall. We are of royal blood and the best superstars in the world.
Ander: We are not thrown together, we are not friends or associates, we are more than blood, more than siblings. We are twins a connection that is unmatched by any other.
Mira: It is one that cannot be matched.
Ander: Once we could have respected you, you fought against the VVC and defeated them, then you got cocky and complacent, perhaps lackadaisical.
Mira: Now you stand against the Eclipse of Darkness. We are a team that cannot be stopped and you are nothing more than a steppingstone.
Ander: It is time that we and the rest of the Darkside put down the disease that is V.V.C. and you are nothing more than a distraction between us and The Terror Twins and the Hell Hounds.
Mira smirks.
Mira: Once we beat you two it will be just another step to get to the terror twins and then the hell hounds to get what we want.
Ander: Now admit it... won't my sister look so beautiful with that title around her lovely waist.
She blushes slightly and kisses Ander on the cheek.
Mira: And my dearest brother will look perfect with gold around his. Two more teams is all we have left. It would be best if you two did not show up for this match. You are just going to make fools out of yourselves.
Ander: So young ladies we will see you i the ring but once the bell rings it won't be long before we bid you adieu and you will be limping from the ring with another loss as we celebrate.
He kisses her forehead and smirks into the camera arrogantly. Mira's eyes flash red before shifting back to their normal violet color.
Mira: Soon the darkness will fall and there is nothing that you can do to stop us. See you soon.
She laughs as they walk out of the room and down the hallway as the scene fades to black.
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Post by brokennecra on Apr 9, 2024 22:20:38 GMT
The scene opens on what appears to be a gym. The sound of bodies hitting a mat echos through the open space. We soon see La Cazadora leaning against the ring. Hiro is coming around the other side of the ring with a water bottle.
Hiro: How are you holding up?
La Cazadora: I'm alright. I still can't believe we lost... I mean we fought the Umbris Twins with all we had...
Hiro: We have beaten them before and they us. This time it was there time but we are not out of this yet. We are one point behind them and a win over Genesis and Baalzebul will keep us in the game while they might lose to The Enterprise
La Cazadora: I know. I don't they are going to lose. And we have a fight on our hands with Genesis and Baalzebul.
Hiro: Baalzebul is strong and more agile than one would think and Genesis seems to like pain.
La Cazadora nods.
La Cazadora: They are both insane. How do we defend against these two?
Hiro: My guess is divide and conquer
La Cazadora: That might be our only chance to stop them.
Hiro: Baalzebul may be chaos incarnate he is still the brains of the team so we need to neutralize him
La Cazadora: They'll have to keep us to the mat if they want to stop us. If we keep up the speed and focus on one of them at a time then we should be alright.
Hiro: We do not have the size and power they do but we have speed, agility, and a blend of our martial arts
La Cazadora: If we work together like we do, we can do this and send a message to the VVC once again.
Hiro: Not to mention they will have Alstair if not Isaac at ringside
La Cazadora: We might have to see if we can get someone to watch our backs. We might need it.
Hiro: Got anyone in mind?
La Cazadora: We need someone big...Intimidating...
Hiro nods his ars akimbo.
Hiro: Agreed
La Cazadora: I think I have an idea, but I'm not sure if they would do it or not...
Hiro: We'll never know unless we ask
La Cazadora: Then we will have to ask that evening. I'm sure both of them will be there...
Hiro: Sounds like a plan.
La Cazadora: The Interviewer is here, so we better get ready and say our piece.
Hiro: Did you see Baalzebul interview?
La Cazadora: No I didn't....
Hiro: Usually hellfire and brimstone, but then he seemed different... he started talking about Akihabara and quotng Miyamoto Musashi...
La Cazadora: Strange... Maybe its not him...
Hiro: Maybe... anyways we should go greet the interviewer
La Cazadora: That sounds like a good idea.
She smiles and takes his hand as they exit the gym. The scene reopens on what appears to be a sitting room done in a combination of Latin style and Asian style. Sitting in two soft looking chairs sits Hiro and La Cazadora. Across from them sits Kenda dressed in a nice suit.
Kenada: Konnichiwa thank you for having me here this place is amazing.
La Cazadora: Gracais.
Hiro: It is our pleasure
Kenada: The two of you will be competing against two opponents who are vicious and brutal are you ready?
La Cazadora: Well the way we look at it we have to be ready. If we want to get to the next round we will do whatever needs to be done.
Hiro: They may have size and strength, but on top of speed, agility, and martial arts, we have team work and we care about each other. Those two are just as likely as smash through one another to get to us
La Cazadora: That's true.
Kenada: Since this match us standard tag team rules, do you feel like you have the advantage since they can't bring in their insane weapons and violence to the match without risking disqualification?
La Cazadora: I think we do. I mean we don't have to worry about the weapons, but they will still have help.
Kenada: Does that worry you?
Hiro: It is always a concern when you re outnumbered but we have some ideas.
La Cazadora: The VVC likes to play games with their opponents and they like to use numbers.
Kenada: While a win here keeps you in the top 2 rankings a loss can be quite detrimental.
La Cazadora: That it can. That's why we have to make sure that we pull this win off. I know they are going to come at us with everything that they have but we are not going to go down that easy.
Hiro: The VVC may have plans but Genesis and Baalzebul care more about carnage and chaos than plans. We have a strategy and this is our time
La Cazadora: This is where they will be stopped in their tracks and we will move onto the next round of the tournament.
Kenada: Do you feel a lot of pressure on you since if they win it will help strengthen the VVC?
La Cazadora leans forward in her chair.
La Cazadora: If we lose then they will just get another win and one step forward in the tournament. We have to stop them, at all costs.
Hiro: This is not just a win. not even a win in a tournament this is where we have to draw the line and start to push them back put them on defense for a change
La Cazadora: If we don't then they will keep running wild over the whole company.
Kenada: Is there anything else you can think of, you want to say?
La Cazadora: I'm not sure there really is. I mean these two know what we can do, and we know what they can do. We have to go into this match with one thing in mind and that is to win.
Hiro: We refuse to back down, and failure is no longer an option Countdown to Invasion we strike back.
La Cazadora: That's right. We stand together and we will do anything to win this match and put the VVC down just another peg.
Kenada: Thank you for your time and I look forward to your match
La Cazadora: You're welcome. I'll see you out.
La Cazadora gets to her feet and leads Kenada out as the scene fades to black.
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Post by bondic on Apr 18, 2024 2:58:07 GMT
Scotty is seen standing in front of a GWL back drop. He is wearing a GWL t-shirt and some faded jeans. He looks at the camera with a smirk on his face.
Bishop: Dean Tyler, the so called VVC leader. And he is teaming with Ace Reigns, a man that suffered a huge defeat at the hands of my cousin, NEW World Champion, Brian Kennedy.
He pauses.
Dean, I wonder a few things. And I’d love a honest answer.
The camera zooms in closer to his face.
Please enlighten me on why you keep sending people after Brian? None of these people stand a snow balls chance in hell against him. I watched the match Ace had against him. It was over with before he even stepped in the ring. My main question is when are you gonna get some wins and face em yourself? Isaac talks a good game, but in the end VVC is a joke.
He gets more serious.
And let’s be honest here. While you claim VVC is a factor, GWL is here and even though we didn’t come to the company early enough, we are a factor here in NEW. And we are going to go for the Tag Titles. It all starts with us taking you out of the picture. I’ve done this for a long time. Titles mean nothing any more. Neither does wins or losses. The only Title in the business that I have any desire to get are the Tag Titles. If I win any singles Titles then I’ll be that fighting champ as always. But in the end of the day Dean. Your just a circus clown and Isaac Booth is the ring leader. You think you run the VVC but it's really Booth. Your just another goon.
He grows silent a moment forming his thoughts.
Ace, you’re a curtain jerker at its best. You might have been a factor before Brian came. When NEW was all new and shiny. But, I digress, you lost your way when Brian beat the brakes off you. Dean uses you as a torpedo, well Booth does. And while you might be a good tag partner, your not in the same league as I am. See, I came back to the business for sheer pleasure. Nothing more and beating the hell out of worthless talent is my hobby. So I’d like to thank the both of you for being my next victims. And in my corner I have Jenny. A woman that’s tasted Gold and her desire to achieve greatness is why we will win. Is why just like when you faced Brian. The match is already over before the bell sounds.
He tears off the GWL shirt.
So when my music hits and we come to the ring be ready. I don’t want excuses or the crying. You have had the same amount of time to train and be ready as we have. So make sure it counts. Make sure when you come to this fight your ready. Because once we take out the trash the locker room will be on notice. GWL is here and we are back. Now get this camera out of my face. I have training to do.
He walks off as the scene fades to black.
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Post by bondic on Apr 19, 2024 16:24:09 GMT
Jenny Kay had not been heard from in UHW in quite some time. Some speculated that she might have left or had gotten injured. Well that speculation was about to end. As she sits in her podcasting room, she speaks.
“You know, guys, with VVC, I have to wonder one thing. Why is it people that act like such badasses end up being nothing but a bunch of sniveling cowards? You go around and attack people just because they don't fit in with whatever vision you have for whatever it is you want.”
She had changed her look slightly since the last time she was seen in UHW. And by that, she now had blue streaks in her hair. The base color was still its natural blonde color. But in the ring, she had been working with her friend, and trainer, Brandy Danielle, as well as Lauren Harris, on MMA moves she could use to further her arsenal. She had also been busy helping train people at Rich’s school, so she had been a bit busy.
“Let’s look at what you’ve done in NEW first. You attacked me. You attacked my tag team partner and close friend, Eric Herrera. You held Joanne Canelli basically captive. Yes, captive. I had a look over at your contract, through my friend, Madison McKenzie, who is actually a lawyer, and you had no legal right to do anything like that! You blackmailed her, in a sense, to sign it, threatening her, in my eyes. That and your contract wasn’t even notarized. But let me bring her into the studio for a second. She can explain this better than me.”
At that point, Madison McKenzie walks into Jenny’s recording area and sits across from her. She was wearing a business suit and her glasses, with her blonde hair in a bun. She wasn’t coming alone as she also had her friends and fellow businesswomen, Allie Landon and Tiffani James, with her.
“Thank you for having me, Jenny. Yes, you are correct. That contract wasn’t a legally binding one because it was not notarized or even signed by her.”
Jenny’s headgear adorned face lights up at this revelation. She gains a smile large enough to see her braces and one that lit up even the nearest small city. She was really enjoying this expose on her opponents. She had been away for quite a while but was now back, ready to kick butt yet again.
“Ohhhh the plot thickens. I didn’t even notice that Joanne didn’t sign it. Please, go on about what you found.”
Madison then pulls out a copy of something she had Joanne sign, as evidence of the forgery. This was something Jenny knew about as she watched a ton of Pawn Stars, and shows similar and knew about forged signatures, and well, this one that Dean did, looked fake to her. At least Madison was an expert on signatures too.
“I tested the signature to one of hers, getting her to sign something for me. The signature on that contract looks nothing like hers. It’s seemingly like VVC committed another crime, and that’s forgery. But I’m going to pass this back to you, Jenny.”
Madison then mutes her mic, as she lets Jenny take the show over, once again, as it was her show and her promo. She wanted to hear more of what Jenny had to say. Jenny was very good at talking and getting her words out, so she was a natural on the mic, for sure.
“So in addition to assault, and not that this is a crime or anything, but being out and out cowards, one of them forges Joanne’s name on that contract. And yes, I do know who it is. It’s Dean. He’s smart enough to do it, but dumb enough to get caught. That’s because Dean is a dumbass. He has his goons do whatever he says.”
Jenny would then adjust her glasses as she went on with what she had to say. She had a bit more to say on the situation and would get it said in a matter of moments. But right now, she was focusing in on what she had seen of VVC so far, in NEW, and would get to current day soon enough.
“Fact is, Joanne never willingly joined VVC. She was forced to. Which was why Madison attempted to get her out of the contract as she knew, and it didn’t take her Harvard education to know, that this was not a legally binding contract at all. But I’m gonna float the same question to you, VVC, that Bishop did, and then hit you with another.”
She accused, as she went on with the UHW part of this story. She had a bit to go off of on that and wanted to cover it right now as she had said enough of the NEW portion of this promo as she wanted to cover it as much as she possibly could right now.
“That is, what motive did you cowards have for attacking Curtis? And also, why are you morons such cowards? Not once have you attacked someone to their face. You always have to jump them. If you’re trying to be badass, you aren’t hitting the mark. In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d think Mike Dimter was leading the group. I say this because his crew does this same type thing.”
She was now getting worked up about all this which happened a lot, but not to the point of her friend, Micah, now known as Mikayla, who had once before, blacked out, after getting worked up in a promo. Jenny had better control of her emotions than Mikayla did though.
“But I DARE you to attack GWL to our faces. Whether its Eric, me, Bishop or anyone else we recruit. We DARE you to come after us to our faces. You do, and you get laid out. You do, and you’ll need a damn stretcher. We’re going to make sure you don’t take this fed over. Then again, you failed to do that in NEW. So in my eyes, you’re nothing but failures, which will be proven when GWL beats you in a matter of days. In just a matter of days, we expose you for the frauds you really are when we run you out of this company.”
It was now time to end this once and for all as she was ready for a fight but first had to end this promo before she could go train for this matchup. She was looking forward to getting her hands on VVC once again.
“But before I get outta here, let me remind you VVC. There are many in this company better than you. You think you’re hot shit but you’re a joke. For example. I’m better than you. Eric is better than you. Bishop is better than you. Curtis Mitchell is better than you, and even Stalker Knight, who has to be the biggest joke in this company, is better than you. But you know what? I’ve spoken enough on this. I’d rather settle this in the ring. I’ll see you losers from VVC in a few days.”
Jenny then walked out of her studio with a purpose. As she shuts off the power to that room, she walks out with a smirk on her face. In the words of AC/DC, she was spoilin for a fight. The scene fades with her heading to her training facility.
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Post by bondic on Apr 19, 2024 16:27:14 GMT
DARIO VS ERIC HERRERA.
* Scene opens as our cameras show Dario outside his new expensive house at his private residence in Miami,Florida.The camera turns back and we see a black colored gate. It turns back to the house as we see a.Black colored Rolls Royce Cullinan with red interior outside the house.Which looks exactly like the vehicle he rented when he successfully defended his uhw bloodzone title against "The Machine" Xavier Pendragon at the ground zero pay per view in Dallas,Texas. We see him already outside,as if waiting on them. He is dressed in a simple uhw Black The Empire T-Shirt with the name The Empire in Red..Black athletic shorts with red on the side wearing black flip flops.*
Dario: Camera Man Bob.There you are and your with..someone new. Eh,Let us get to it shall we? Seems management decided on making my match while it is a night three match, which is appreciated as it could have easily been made a night one or night two match. However it is the opening match and yes the majority of night three matches are title matches and I get it. I understand. Over all it is fine. However, my match could have been the second match. I am tired of being placed as a low carder. despite now being a title holder and successful title defender. No matter how many times I mention it, nothing is ever done..
Camera Man Bob: You're also not defending your title, which is a bit odd. you've successfully defended it, what 5 times?
Dario: That was not my call. Perhaps management felt since n.e.w..is "invading" us one of them might try to interfere and cost me my title OR maybe my opponent Eric Herrera has not done anything or enough to deserve a shot at my title.In management's eyes of course.
Camera man Bob: You didn't ask them to make it a title defense?
*Dario scoffs*
Dario: Why should I ? Plus do you believe that management would have done so. My words fall deaf upon their ears. As far as i know my words may not even make their way up to them. I earned the shot at the bloodzone title and won it and I have successfully defended it every time thus far. I have held it, what..6 or 7 months. At times I am asked by people if I am going to "cash in" my title. and that answer is the same that i give them, which is not right now. The Bloodzone title will not be a title that will be looked down upon. I view The belt as MY Supreme Title. Now enough talking ABOUT(not yelling)my opponent. It is now time to talk TO him.
* He looks into the camera with a serious face.*
Eric, I have waited and waited to hear from you. But for whatever reason you have chosen to keep silent. Which, to put it both honestly and bluntly, It was a good decision on your part. As far as i know you do not..how do you say it..have anything to hang your hat on. IF i am wrong then go ahead and correct me. Of course whatever that would be would be subjected to my scrutiny of it. As i said earlier, perhaps management felt you weren't worth a shot at my title. I feel i am being held back..humm perhaps i should do something about that..perhaps i will, as if i have not already done so in our last pay per view, show off my skills or what i can do.eh to others.
* He Grins *
You should take me quite seriously..Eric. If my being a successful title holder, being a member of the empire, being dubbed The Crippler by our Supreme Title holder was not enough, then you should look at BOTH of my matches in night two and in the main event of night three at our ground zero pay per view. It actually benefits you that this match is a regular match and NOT a title match. While I will not go easy on you, or anyone, ever. When i am defending my title. I kick it up a notch..I was not given the nickname of The Crippler, which I did not give myself. So you should be the one thanking management about their decision to not book it as such. If you choose to disagree with my words just ask Gothica Michaels from n.e.w. how her knee and leg feels. Ask Baalzebul again from n.e.w. how his shoulder feels. I was single handedly beating the both of them at the same time.
* Just then we hear a loud noise coming from somewhere. Dario turns his head. It is Dario's sister.. it sounds like rock music. the music is still playing we can hear the words
"Everything shapeless now clear. I visualize with a drop of sound. I am The Man Without Fear....You can't hurt me,NO. You can't stop me,NO, You can't beat me,No. You can't bring me dowwnnnnn..C'mon Daredevil (X4).. * He then grabs the phone from his sisters hand and answers it.*
Dario: I need to put you on hold..yes, i do. Your timing's the worst...yes i am cutting a promo. *Looking at his sister* I left my phone inside in order to cut it and i don't know why my sister couldn't just answer my phone for me. She already knows you." to which his sister rolls her eyes at him. He hands the phone to his sister. She takes the phone and walks out of the camera's vision.*
Dario: Now where was i ? Oh..ahem..I will not bother saying more about what I continued to do to them or to the other members of the vvc. As you know my side won for a reason. And finally, You had better bring it, because I do and I will..You should hope that i am in a good mood leading up to our match. Otherwise it will be Tap, Nap or Snap. See you in North Carolina..
* he turns around and walks away. we see him grab his phone from his sister's right hand and heading inside the house as we fade to black.*
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Post by bondic on Apr 19, 2024 23:57:26 GMT
(OFF CAMERA)
Brian is in the ring with Frosty and Requiem. Andrew is on the outside of the ring calling out stuff to Brian. He is training for the up coming matches he has. It’s a huge event for him as he is defending two of his six Titles he holds. And on top of that he is in a tournament for a 7th Title.
Andrew: Make sure you watch your back to Brian!
As Andrew calls this out Requiem takes Brian from the back and hits suplex. Brian hits the mat as Frostbite bounces off the ropes coming in for a running leg drop. Brian rolls out of the ring. As Requiem slides out behind him.
Andrew: Defense! Come on!
Brian jumps up and blocks Requiem’s punch.
Andrew: Good shit BK.
Requiem: We been goin now for 20 minutes. Let’s get a drink.
Brian nods his head in agreement as Andrew hands him a towel. He wipes the swear from his face. Frostbite tosses a bottle of water to each one of his brothers. Finally he opens his bottle and drains it in one single chug.
Brian: I think I’m ready. He’ll, if I can’t beat these chumps.
He pauses a moment.
Andrew: Brian, I already know what needs to be done. We have teased this more than once.
Brian smirks.
Brian: You finally coming back?
Andrew nods his head. Frostbite looks at Andrew, he has been thinking about returning as well. If this happens then The Empire will no doubt be the strongest faction hands down.
Andrew: I’m not quite ready to come back to the ring. But, I will be by your side and watch your back. VVC has it in their heads they will take the World Title. If you ever do lose it Brian, I’ll do whatever I can to make sure it’s a fair fight.
Brian nods his head. VVC has thrown everyone they could up till this point. Taking every single one out.
Brian: Thanks Andrew. With Maddox out of the picture now. I think I’ll just keep it Empire all around. Since everyone was already Empire before Mike joined Oblivion. He wanted to build something in NEW. I support his choice and rode with it.
Frostbite : He is an member of The Empire too.
Brian: He was, but I feel like he could build his own Legacy. While everyone thought I was the leader of Oblivion. It was Mike. Till he took the leave. And I support that. I was just holding it down while he was away. Oblivion was his and I don’t feel right taking it away from him.
Requiem: That’s honorable, Brian just like when we had our match in UCW. I wanted you to have The Empire. You’re a natural born leader. I knew that when you defeated me.
Brian: If you ever wanted to return. The Empire is yours.
Requiem: Brian, I doubt I ever return. I’m well past my prime. I respect you for offering.
Frostbite: BK, you weren’t just handed The Empire. We talked. Requiem was at the end of his career. He wanted me to take over. I thought you deserved the chance to shine. You had just won the UCW World Title. You two were the UCW Tag Champions at the time. You were on a roll much like you are now. It was your time Brother.
Brian is silent for a moment.
Brian: Well, there will always be a spot for the other two original members. We made The Empire what it is today.
Requiem: Brian, you took the faction to a whole other level. We started it. But you helped push it to the top. And that’s where it’s been for the last.
He pauses.
Requiem: What 15 years?
Frostbite: Yea, around there.
Brian: I appreciate everything guys. I seriously mean it.
They keep talking among themselves for a while. Resting before they keep training. Brian knows that this is his chance to not only bring NEW the prestige it needs. But also put the company on top, and UHW Inc. as well. Brian looks at his watch realizing the time. He called the NEW Camera crews to come to his gym. He still needed to address Lacey about their up coming match. Brian is at his best. He hasn’t been this fit, conditioned, been as healthy as he is right now.
Brian: The camera crew should be here any time. I should get ready.
Frostbite: Yea, I should be headed toward my house.
Requiem: I’ll hit the showers too. But, I might stick around. It’s up to you Brian.
Brian: That’s your call. What I have is yours as well. The rest of the guys should be here any time as well.
They walk towards the locker-room as they keep talking.
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Brian is seen wearing a new Empire T-shirt, along with all the other members of The Empire. It is sort of like their cuts, but it has their Nicknames across the top of the back. Right above The Empire Logo. On the front is a picture of them on the front. Requiem is standing beside Brian. Holding 4 of his current Titles. Brian has the NEW World and Cyber Titles over each of his shoulders. He looks at the camera.
Brian: Lacey, you think you have a shot at the World Title? You believe for moment you can do the unthinkable? You seriously think you can do what your man couldn’t?
He laughs.
Look at me and look at you. I have 43 wins. You have a pathetic 5. While you have faced curtain jerkers and washed up has beens. I have been endin undefeated streaks. While you been layin on your back. I been trainin harder than I ever have before. And while you been doin whatever behind closed doors. I been workin those weights, eatin right and waitin for the chance to rid NEW of the VVC. There are lot of people that love VVC. There are a lot of people that love The Empire. But in the end. Those that have the drive. The desire and motivation will achieve their goals. That’s why I am on top and will stay on top. VVC thinks gainin numbers will bring them to the top. Well, that’s a line of shit. The Empire rose to the top with only 3 members. We took out stables of 4, 5, and 6. We dominate every where we go. Do you think that’s by chance? By some sort of miracle? No! It’s because I am better than half the people I face.
He pauses.
Lacey, your no different. You joined VVC lookin for gold. Lookin to shine. Well, your shine is about as dull as a gallon of milk. And your numbers doesn’t amount to shit. We have numbers as well. See, we been playin nice up until now. But, we all discussed it and it’s time for the gloves to come off. We can play just as dirty as you do. And in the end, it doesn’t even matter. We are the it factor in wrestling. We are the Ones that will do what it takes to win. While it’s been a long time since we played the games like you. Sometimes you need to play like your opponent does.
He stops talking for a moment. Andrew comes up and whispers something in Brian’s ear. Brian smirks and starts talking again.
My bad. I needed to hear that. And it is some good information to have. But, back to the point. Lacey, your no different than any other stepping stone that’s been laid. See, your weakness is the fact you need the numbers game to win. You need the help. While I stand on my own. Only utilizing the numbers we have when it’s time. And the time has arrived. You wanna be the Champ but never acts like a real Champ. VVC is full of chumps. All wantin to feed off the next person. And if you don’t do the same thing, or meet the demands of Booth n Dean. You get discarded quicker than a hooker runs from a church. That’s just the facts of it all. Since you wanna run NEW so bad. It’s time for The Empire to make NEW ours and make anyone else crumble like a cookie. See, we have plans. And we have numbers with more coming along soon enough. But enough about that. Lacey, you been warned. You know how it’s went for VVC when it comes to the World Title, or any other Title we have. Your nowhere near ready to take on a Legend of the Game like myself. If you were, it would be the other way around right now. When my hand gets raised, I’m standin over your bruised and battered body. Remember I gave you a warning. I told you the outcome. You just didn’t take it seriously. But hey, what do you expect from a VVC lucky. I’m just far better than any of you. Now that business is gonna pick up. I will have to finish this off quicker than I thought. I won’t injure you to bad. Don’t take it personal. It’s just good business.
The camera fades to black as The Empire are all standing behind Brian.
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Post by sephirothdulac on Apr 20, 2024 1:34:45 GMT
*The camera falls on the peaceful interior of the Du Lac home. Quiet and serene. The shining oak of the hardwood panel floor and walls well dusted. The light of the noon day sun shining through the windows over thick purple velvet curtains. One can almost smell the wood polish emanating from it's clean well kept halls. Here among the sanitized and serene domicile we find our melancholy Byron-esque hero Sephiroth du lac sitting in peaceful silence. A well worn thick book covered in fine calligraphy in his lap. He sips at a cup of tea sitting in a decorative floral cup. Steam still rising softly from it's moorings as he sighs contentedly. It is a simple peaceful scene as he flips a page deeply engrossed in it's contents. The picture of English aristocracy in modern suburban life...
... until...
Suddenly a loud screaming frenzy enters the room. A flurry of motion as Seph brings his legs up in sudden shock. Al around him are the children chasing, laughing, playing with loud boulsturous voices. His tea spills in his hands upon it's saucer as he watches them suddenly invade his private moment. Their voices slowly ascend growing in volume as we watch. He begins to rub his temple. A hideous whine interrupts the audio as the children's volume increases to ear splitting levels. he slow hum of a sound like flies buzzing begins to fill ours and his ears as the droning noise crescendos with the sound of screaming children slowly just turning into loud screams. Seph closes his eyes as he rubs the bridge of his nose trying to drown it out but it grows... louder.... louder. Louder still until we can barely stand it. The sound of static the brief image of the woman he has been seeing in his visions and a flash of something more hideous in it's form flashes for a moment before finally he and us can take no more.*
Seph: ENOUGH!!!!
*All motion stops in the room the children stand terrified as he growls with animalistic annoyance. His eyes red. Filled with anger and fury as the little ones begin to cry the boy shrinks away/ Stacy bursts in and sees the look of horror on their faces and fear as Seph stands and whips around frenzied and mad looking before he begins to breathe heavily. He surveys from her to the children and then back standing in a regretful if more respectable manner he adjusts himself setting the book upon the chair.*
Seph: Stacy, attend the children. I need some air.
*She says nothing but nods as he steps away. Not even looking back at her or the children as she begins ushering them away quickly. He saw it. The fear in their eyes. He saw it and for the first time he felt a pang of regret in his actions. He was too long cooped up. It was time to go to the place he felt most calm. Most at peace....
... the graveyard was still and silent. Alabaster stone rose from the ground. Not a single breath was heard nor word spoken. It was a quiet place made even more so with his presence. Not a bird chirped nor cricket sang it's tune here. Nothing but the quiet serenity of death and those that felt it's sting. Even he in quiet contemplation only made the sound of shuffling feet on grass and cobblestone. He stood before a grave at length. It sat wide, a single mound of grass and dirt raised upward as if whatever was in it buckled once and was covered up. The epitaph read...
Here lies Necra Octavian Kane Beloved daughter and Niece
The old words were ground out from the elements, wind and rain had seen to their decay but they still rang true. At least to him as his voice broke the silence.*
Seph: Here is where it began. Your rise. Your ascension as it were. Of all the children I have helped raise, of all the daughters I have had I count you blessed among them. How many times did I admonish you? How many times had I spoken words of encouragement, of understanding? How often I would in the moments of your parents constant childish bickering we would talk of your future of your potential? Here is where it began. Your true godhood. Not of Death but of prideful ambition. You have accomplished so much since then. Been champion numerous times over. Made a career. A family. Had a stable of your own. You've traveled the world. Made your mark on it. And of all the women I have raised of you am I most proud. You are my greatest accomplishment in a way. Not because of me though but because of who you are... Necra. I am proud of you.
*The camera pans a close up to his eyes as he closes them in reverence for but a moment as if in contemplation only to open them again his eyes fierce determined... a hunter's eyes.*
Seph: But you are not my true equal. Not yet. For of all the moments we have had. All the little misadventures, the playful sarcasm, the witty retorts, and the laughs we shared we have never really gone at each other as I have with others. Part of that is my fault. A silly old man's merciful teasing. I have a part of me that wants to see you succeed. Wants to see you achieve... but not at my detriment. Not at my loss. How ironic it is then that I find myself juxtaposed between you and someone so unlike you. Two battles each unique in their perspective participants and yet they cannot be farther apart to as who they are. What I can compare them to. You Necra have my attention but that also means you have my attention. Do you understand?
*He turns from the grave and walks among the stones the gentle breeze fluttering his cloak like coat as he looks at the marble stone and granite around him. He turns to a grave highly decorated and well kept. It reads simply...
To my beloved Queen
The epitaph is simple. Written in flowing script. Around it sit the other Queens Stacy, Emily, Joanne, and Maria... and another torn to bits with claw marks. It's name scratched out as if torn from the very stone by an animal.*
Seph: To compare you to Lindsey Flare is no comparison at all. Vapid arm candy against the princess of the Dark Side. A woman I rose above the station of my own daughter. To think they think this will be an exhibition. To place me against some pauper whore Dean drug out of a trash bin. She thinks she is safe cause of who she knows. That I will show her mercy. She does not know I have none. The queens they can tell you both. I am a man of means and determination. I get what I want in all things eventually. More so I am determined with a sort of greed. An ambition that borders on obsession. I get what I want and what i want and what I have wanted is Dean. His head bleeding in my hands.
*He clenches his fist staring at it as if crushing a fruit in it's gloved embrace a dastardly wicked smile on his face.*
Seph: Your association with him is all I need to justify the end of your existence. For you see girls as different as you are... as unique as you might be, you have one thing in common...
*He smirks darkly as the camera closes up on his lips. His words spelling it out for them plainly.*
Seph: You are both in my way. And you both can try your skills. You both can try your damnedest. But in the end I will remind you of just who and what I am. And who knows Lindsey when I am done maybe I can take great delight in seeing his face quiver at the sight of what I leave him to play with. A broken doll lifeless, pitiful. A puppet with her strings cut. And as for you, my dearest Necra, for what I am about to do I am sorry. But there is no winning. There is no surviving. For this is my design. My ambition. To once more hold gold above my head and if I must break you, my child, to do it... so be it. I told you a long time ago, what I teach you now you must use to fight for your life. This is not a casket match. This is a funeral and I hope... my dear sweet Necra, you can forgive your Uncle for what I am about to do.
*The camera statics in that his eyes glaring as the camera sits on his face locked in determination and as it does it shows the blond haired woman and then shifts to the image of a grotesque hag like decaying face behind him as the scene fades to black.*
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Post by brokennecra on Apr 20, 2024 2:14:56 GMT
Act 1: Once Darkside, Always Darkside
Voice Over: Loyalty, is something that has been ingrained into my skull since I was a child. Loyalty to ones family is something that a lot of people don't have or even understand. Me, I will always be loyal to my family, and to the people within... Even if it means we have to face off against the other...
The scene opens on the beautiful Georgian countryside. The camera moves along the long stretch of road that wound by massive farms and still empty fields. The camera continues along and soon we see a long road that wound under old willow trees that lined either side of the road that leads up to an old manor house that belonged to the young goddess of the Dead. The grounds were starting to turn lush and green, and flowers had started to sprout once more. The camera moves to the interior of the manor and we see Aries sitting on the couch watching something on the rather large tv. Necra walks into the room as he raises his arms, as if in victory.
Necra: What are you watching?
Aries: (Pacifier sounds) Kentucky Ballistics.
Necra sighs.
Necra: I should have known.
Aries: (Pacifier sounds) You know that's where dad got the idea for his gun collection right?
Necra's eyes narrow.
Necra: I see...
Aries: (Pacifier sounds) He also said he was going to get a punt gun...
Necra: What?
Aries: (Pacifier sounds) That's what he said...
Necra turns and walks out of the room, to find Ex.
Voice Over: It's bad enough I have to run my own family, a business and a cult, but now I have to face off against the one man that has been in my life since I was born. My uncle, Sephiroth du Lac is a man of culture, class and is sophisticated, but in the middle of the ring, he is a beast unleashed. He will stop at nothing to get what he wants... And I already know that I am in his way to get to a title. I've seen what he can do when it happens... Joanne almost died because she beat him in a match for a title only to face him in a match of his own hellish creation. I know he won't kill me or break my bones, but he will make sure that I remember who he is to me...
She heads along the hallway and into a smaller room where we see Ex on the phone.
Ex: Yeah... How much is the punt gun?
Necra: What are you ordering now?
Ex: I'll call you back...
He hangs up as Necra leans in the door frame.
Necra: Aries told me that you were going to get a punt gun. Aren't they used on boats?
Ex: Yeah... But it would be an amazing gun to have...
Necra: Do you really need any more?
Ex:...
Necra sighs as Sothren rounds the corner.
Soth: How did the panel go the other night?
Necra: You saw it?
Soth: Sort of... Your mother was yelling at me... So I got every other word.
Necra: I made a snide comment about Lacey wanting suck what his names dick, and they thought it wasn't very ladylike of me.
Ex: You called you like you saw it.
Necra: I did...
Soth: Sounds like there is some repressed feelings there.
Necra: That's I thought... But it was worth it for the look on her face.
Soth: So what are you going to do about your match against brother?
Necra shakes her head.
Necra: I'm not sure... I mean it's a match that we both are very well versed in.
Soth: It's not going to be easy.
Necra: I know it's not. But I'm going to try. I have to.
Soth: You're in his way for a chance at a title, you know that right?
Necra: Yeah I know.
Ex: Remember what happened to the last person that stood in his way for a title...
Necra: I know. I know it's not going to be easy, and he's not going to stop until I am in the casket. But I'm going to do the one thing that other people can't seem to do around him... Win.
Soth: Sweet heart please don't do anything stupid... I love you and I don't want to see you hurt.
Necra smiles softly and puts her hand on his shoulder.
Necra: I know, but I have to do this. I'm going to fight, and prove myself like I always do.
She turns and walks off, leaving Ex and Sothren to watch after her, as the scene fades to black.
The scene reopens on the exterior of the manor near one of the older buildings that had once been used as a stable. The sound of barking can be heard coming from within. Her high heeled sandals click along the stone floor as she nears the kennels.
Necra: People think I'm crazy for taking on a man that has very rarely lost in his whole career. But I have to do it. I've stood before him once and I lost. I can't lose again. He is the one that has taught me everything, or at least mostly everything, and decided my future over his own daughter. I've risen above my station at your hands, made a name for myself and my loyalty has always laid with you. The night I became what I am now, you were there when I climbed out of my grave, and let me flourish into the woman I am today. But this match... I'm afraid is not going to go the way you think it will...
She walks inside the kennels where we see a pure black doberman, and a pure black pitbull sit in front of her wagging their tails, happy to see her. She opens the door and lets them out as they prance around her baying for her attention.
Necra: I'm not sure what there is really left to say to you my dearest uncle. I know that you will do whatever you have to do in this match, but just know I will as well. I know blood will be shed, and it can only end when one of us end up in that casket. I am the Goddess of Death, The Queen of the Dead, The Lady in Black, The Angel of Death, The Reaper of Souls, The Alpha and Omega, The Beginning and The End, 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 your going to need it.
She starts to walk out of the barn with the dogs following behind her, as the scene fades to black.
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