Onslaught Card Night 1

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North American Classic Losers Bracket Rd 4
“Lady of Shadows” Mira Umbris
Vs.
“The Visionary” Dean Tyler
2 out of 3 falls

North American Classic Losers Bracket Rd 5
“The British Brawler” Davey Regal
Vs,
Lindsey Flare
2 out of 3 falls

North American Classic Losers Bracket Round 5
“The Gothic Goddess” Destiny Michaels
Vs.
“The God of Fear” Phobos
2 out of 3 falls

North American Classic Winners Bracket Round 4
“The Goddess of the Dead” Necra Octavien Kane
Vs.
“The Sanguine Assassin” Sephiroth Du Lac
2 out of 3 falls

North American Classic Winners Bracket Rd 4
La Cazadora
Vs.
“Crimson Sin” Astaroth
2 out of 3 falls

North American Classic Winners Bracket Rd 4
“The Mother of Monsters” Rene Volkov
Vs.
“The Gentleman Ghost of Avignon”Juste Richellieu
2 out of 3 Falls

World Tag team Tournament Match Rd 8
World Elite
Vs.
Eclipse of Darkness

Main Event
Cyber Championship match
North American Classic Winners Bracket Round 4
“The God of Terror” Deimos
Vs.
“The One Man Apocalypse” Brian Kennedy ©
2 out of 3 falls

RP Deadline
11:59 PM PST
Saturday August 15th

[bondic]

The time has come where I an facing off against The God of Terror, Demios. Finally, someone that I can test some of the new things I have in the works. But, the question I have goin in to this is this right here. Once I beat a God, what does that make me? I have already been called The Living Legend, The One Man Apocalypse, and when I first started in the business, The Wrestling Icon. That’s for us to figure out later. Once I get the win.

The camera finally comes into focus with Brian sitting on a stoop in front of a row house boarded up. Every house has boarded up windows and doors. Graffiti is all over the place as Brian lights a blunt and continues to talk. The glimmer from the street lights shine off his sunglasses. His Jabo Jean shorts and Ravens Jersey is clean as his Tim’s on his feet.

Demios, you might run through anyone that’s come in your path. And you earned your spot. For that I give you props, now you get a chance not only for the NEW Cyber Title. But a chance to beat the NEW World Champ. And the cherry, to advance in the North American Classic. This is the worst time for you to come at me for anything. You see, I made it clear when I become a double Champ. I will be NEWs First Grand Slam Champ. And on top of that I represent two other companies. SCW and UHW. Where I hold a collected 4 more Championships. I’m a man on a mission and I don’t care what I have to do to achieve it. I know you seen what I done to my own flesh and blood. Even thought he turned on me. I ended Scotty “Bishop” Edwards career. He is finished and this time he can’t go around and join another promotion. He has to get a few more surgeries before he can even attempt to rehab.

He chuckles as he stands up. As he starts to walk he keeps talking. He turns the corner and starts down the alley. Glass from the vials the drugs are sold in breaks beneath his feet. Used needles are seen as the camera pans around. Taking in the trashed back yards. One has a cleared out spot with a dog chained to a pole by a dog house.

Now, what do you think I will do to someone that is against me, trying to stop me from getting my goals accomplished. I won’t underestimate you, I know your gonna bring every thing you got. But, I’m gonna make it clear. I will have my back watched. That way if your partner tries to step in the way. Or anyone else for that matter, let’s just say war will be started, and the lines been drawn a long time ago. The Empire is about to make wrestling history with what we are about to achieve. And Demios, I can’t let you stand in the way. Even though your VVC, I respect you the most, right there, well.

He laughs.

Ok, I’ll stop the bullshit. The only thing I respect about you and your partner is the fact you actually put in work. You get your hands dirty and from what I seen. For the most part you go heads up. One on one. And out of the entire VVC, your bout the only one that can say you deserve it. With that said, I’ll break you like a brother breaks his sisters dolls as a kid. That’s bein nice. It’s plain and simple. You claim to be a God. Well I guess I’m the God Slayer and I always live up to my name. You can call me a Titan. And if you know your Greek and Roman Mythology. The Titans destroy Gods. So I really hope your getting ready. You see, I came to this block, this neighborhood.

He comes to the end of the alley. The camera pans out to show the cross streets. They read Greenmount Ave & E. Lorraine Ave.

This is the corner I hung out on. I lived in hell. I grew up in a neighborhood where the only people that were here lived here. And I fought every day from 11 years old till I earned the respect from the right people when I was 14. Then I fought for the neighborhood. I bled for the neighborhood, I also shed blood. By the time I was 16,

He looks around. Walks up to a wall and points at some graffiti. A few teenagers walk up greeting Brian.

This is me right here. I’m Ace. I was one of 3 white kids in the crew here. I made my name here. Then I started wrestling and boxing at the gym. I learned. Demois, I brought that same mentality to The Empire and that’s why we are known in over 15 different promotions, held more Titles than any other faction in the history of the business. And we are not done yet. We have unfinished business in NEW and I’ll be damned if VVC gets in our way. Your little leader has big words. But refuses to step in the ring with me. He sends everyone else. We’ll, I have finished almost every member you have on your roster. I’m just finishing you all off. So when you come to the ring remember, I broke Paige Lewis’ arm over our feud. I ended Bishops career. Curtis is next, anyone that wants to challenge The Empire, or take what’s mine will be another victim. I hope you done your homework and studies every night. In the end. Like Linkin Park said. It won’t even matter. Cause all I see right now is The Red. So please, come play. I wanna see you bleed. Fuck it, take or personal. Cause business has been good, but now it’s time to hit over time.

The scene fades to an Empire logo while Brian is talking to the group of people that’s grown in size.

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((OOC due to real life stuff the following matches will be cancelled

North American Classic Losers Bracket Rd 4
“Lady of Shadows” Mira Umbris
Vs.
“The Visionary” Dean Tyler
2 out of 3 falls

North American Classic Losers Bracket Round 5
“The Gothic Goddess” Destiny Michaels
Vs.
“The God of Fear” Phobos
2 out of 3 falls

North American Classic Winners Bracket Rd 4
“The Mother of Monsters” Rene Volkov
Vs.
“The Gentleman Ghost of Avignon”Juste Richellieu
2 out of 3 Falls))

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In the place of those matches

North American Classic Championship Tournament
Loser's Bracket Round 5
"The Greatest" AJ Flare
vs.
"The Lady of Shadows" Mira Umbris
2 out of 3 falls

[baalzebul]

The camera shows Astaroth backstage with Alistair and Isaac Boothe. She is clad in red leather bodysuit and thigh high boots with thick heels. A black dominatrix belt is fastened around her waist.



Astaroth: Well well well, A two out of three falls between La Cucaracha and moi! Will your adorable and maybe underage boy toy Hiro be at ringside? Maybe he would like to see what a real woman looks like up close and personal…



Alistair: Cazadora, you have been impressive in tag team action but there will be no partner standing on the ring apron waiting to tag in and give you a breather. This is one on one and Astaroth has yet to be beaten in singles competition.



Isaac Boothe: With our guidance, her talent and the power of the VVC behind Astaroth she will be unstoppable and bring gold to our group.



Astaroth: So La Cabron, you’ll be able to enjoy the sight of me standing triumphant over your battered body, but if you ask nicely, I may kiss the boo oo’s away.



Isaac Boothe: Astaroth is almost to the finals and you are just a hiccough, a bump in the road, a mild annoyance and soon she will be at the finals.



Alistair: You are looking at female perfection and hellish dominance and nothing you can do can ever stop her.



Astaroth: Enjoy your fall to the loser’s bracket, watch that first step sweetie.



Astaroth blows a kiss to the camera as it fades to red.

[brokennecra]

Act 1: The fall of the Crimson Sin

The scene opens on the beautiful city of San Jose. The camera moves over the city and soon comes to a stop on the Santa Cruz beach. The beach was filled with people enjoying the last few days of summer before the kids started back to school. The camera moves along the beach and we soon see an all to familiar face. It was Gabriella Da Rosa. She is dressed in a two piece dark blue bikini. She walks out of the crystal clear water with her hair now slicked back. Hiro walks out beside her dressed in sandals, sunglasses, and blue and white shorts.

Hiro: It is beautiful out here.

Gabriella: That it is. It's been a while since I've been home.

They walk along the beach until they reach the spot they had picked out on the beach.

Hiro: Yeah, NEW has you running all over the world stunning audiences.

Gabriella: True. It's been a busy time.

Hiro: Now you are heading into the 4th round of the North American Classic Championship

Gabriella: I didn't think I would get this far to tell you the truth. I mean I've had some difficult opponents lately.

Hiro: You have been incredible in singles action. We weren't doing too badly in tag team only Eclipse of Darkness has beaten us so far.

Gabriella nods as she grabs one of the towels that laid on the back of the one of the lounge chairs.

Gabriella: They actually gave us a challenge.

Hiro: But Astaroth has had one draw and the rest victories so she won't be a push over.

Gabriella: I know. But I'm not going to let her win this match either. The VVC have taken a hard hit and we have to keep the pressure on.

Hiro: They may have eliminated me, but you got this match and I will be at ringside to keep the VVC out of it.

Gabriella: I know. If it had been the other way around, I would be at ringside with you making sure they didn't show up.

Hiro gently squeezes her hand.

Hiro: I know, but after the tag titles are crowned we'll have to go after those as well

Gabriella smiles softly as she wraps her arms around him.

Gabriella: We will take the gold when it's time. But I will do whatever it takes to get through this match against Astaroth.

Hiro holds her close.

Hiro: I also have no doubt she'll be looking to soften you up for Baalzebul for night 2. But you been on such a roll, you're going to win both matches

Gabriella: I'm going to do what I can and make sure that the VVC don't get any more wins over us. I'll stand and fight no matter what I have to do to stop her.

Hiro: She is crafty and cruel and definitely not above cheating. And who knows how many weapons she'll have hidden on her person

Gabriella: That's true. I'll have to be careful. I mean knowing her, she will have something on her to try and slow me down.

Hiro: Just use your amazing speed and sensational agility

Gabriella blushes slightly and kisses him.

Gabriella: You are flattering me. But I will do what I can. I will try to keep to the top ropes and out of her reach.

Hiro gently caresses her cheek.

Hiro: Can't be flattering if it is all true. I'll do my best to keep the cronies from distracting you. Just keep your eyes on Astaroth.

Gabriella: I will. I'm not going to take my eyes off of her. If I do I'll lose the match and a chance to have a title shot. I just hope Astaroth knows what she is getting into.

Hiro: More than she bargained for, that's for sure. I think she sent a video to NEW HQ.

Gabriella: I was wondering when she would open her mouth.

Hiro: The real question is, does VVC ever back up what they say?

Gabriella: Sometimes they do, but other times I'm not sure.

Hiro: True, they have pulled out some dastardly victories in the past

She nods as she sits down on one of the lounge chairs.

Gabriella: That they have but the rest of the NEW have taken wins and put them in their place, and this match against Astaroth will not be any different.

Hiro: We better enjoy this time we have right now after Onslaught, win or lose you'll be awfully sore. Not that I mind playing nurse to you

Gabriella smirks as she looks up at Hiro.

Gabriella: I plan on relaxing before I start training. And I know that you don't mind taking care of me.

Hiro smiles and kisses her hand.

Hiro: We will relax how you wish and then after Onslaught I will be ever at your service

Gabriella smiles as she leans back on the chair, and stares back out over the crystal clear water.

Gabriella: I think we'll sit here and enjoy the warmth of the day. Training can wait.

Hiro sits on a lounge chair beside hers and leans back.

Hiro: Sounds like a master plan to me

Gabriella smiles as she looks out over the water.

Gabriella: (Voice Over) Astaroth, I know what you think of me, and you think that I am weaker than you. But I hate to tell you that I will do whatever it takes to stop you in this match. I know your moves, how you work, and the fact that you will have the VVC waiting in the wings to help you. But I will not let you win or let them interfere. There can only be one winner and I plan on being the one that walks away with the win and just one just step closer to the end of this tournament. Good luck Astaroth, you're going to need it.

Gabriella smiles to herself as she continues to stare out at the water as the scene fades to black.

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Deimos vs. Brian Kennedy Deimos RP

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[brokennecra]

Act 1: Morning Tea

The scene opens on the beautiful city of Manchester England. The camera moves over the city and soon comes to a stop on Hotel Gotham. It seems like it's almost a castle that loomed over the city. The camera moves to the interior of the massive place. The camera moves to the Honey Restaurant where we see Mira sitting alone at a table in front of the tall windows. She sits from a cup in her hands. A figure dressed in classical gentleman attire of charcoal grey and white approaches. It is Ander Umbris.

Ander: Penny for your thoughts dear sister...

She looks up at him and smiles softly.

Mira: Hmm... Sorry dearest brother. I was thinking about how wonderful it was to step into the ring with the family once again.

Ander: Yes and we will have defeated just about every tea in NEW placed before us, and you get to face AJ Flare two out of three falls to open the show, soften him up, and head to the next round for the North American Classic, such a busy night sweet sister.

Mira laughs.

Mira: AJ Flare? Pathetic fool. He has yet to even say a word about our match. I have waited and waited and nothing.

Ander: They are nothing more than fodder for the VVC to be used as shields.

Mira sets the cup down and leans back in the red velour seat.

Mira: And that all he will ever be. He is nothing more and never will be anything

Ander: Don't damage him too badly dearest, we wouldn't want Kofi crying it was two on one when we beat World Elite.

Mira: Indeed. I plan on doing what needs to be done.

Ander: Their natural gifts are wasted on them and the VVC is just doing more harm than good

Mira: Indeed. AJ is not what I call graceful let alone talented. He got lucky a few times but even that was with help.

Ander: Indeed my darling sister. You are faster, stronger, smarter, more talented, and far more attractive.

Mira blushes as she takes his hand in hers.

Mira: My dearest brother you have such a way with words, but it is all true.

Ander: Indeed darling. Onslaught night one you will destroy AJ and get one step closer to the North American Classic Championship and we will dispose of the wasted talent called World Elite and be set to claim our tag team titles.

Mira: I will take AJ and make sure that he cannot make it to the third night and the tag team match. Or at least mangle him enough to give us an easy win. We know that the VVC will be watching from the shadows and waiting for a chance to come and take us out.

Ander: They will have a long wait, because even if they do not see, does not mean we do not have family, lurking in the shadows.

Mira smiles as she gets to her feet.

Mira: That we do, and we will always have them lurking in the shadows. Come, we have some sightseeing to do this afternoon.

Ander stands and takes her hand in his.

Ander: As you wish my dear sister.

She smiles as she signs something on the table and takes Ander's hand as they walk off, with the scene fading to black.

[sephirothdulac]

*The camera falls on the interior of the study of Sephiroth du Lac's study. The loud ticking of the grandfather clock resounds as the dim light of the various lamps that light the room. There in the lamplight of the desk lamp upon the dark mahogany desk sits him, Sephiorth du Lac, draped over papers in quiet contemplation. As he sits his hand upon a pen signing various forms the sudden drone of a sound begins to hum. It is a low buzzing at first, a hum like that of old overhead lighting before rising to that of almost like the buzzing of flies. The camera flashes a delicate hand drapes his shoulder. Long blonde hair falls upon his shoulder. Another sudden flash the hand is pale almost blue with nails of red like claws. Suddenly a knock resounds and another flash the droning and hand is gone. Seph looks up with a mild annoyance.*

Seph: Enter.

*The door opens and in enters Stacy, in her uniform smiling softly as she walks to the desk with a sort of seductive eagerness. She wields an envelope. With a bouncing happiness she sets it in front of him being sure to bend a bit at the waist as she does. Barely hiding the frilly underdress of the maid's outfit that adorns her. He on the other hand sighs softly grasping at a shiny nearby letter opener and slipping it into the envelopes flesh. Slowly drawing it to tear it's contents open.*

Seph: What fresh hell is this?

Stacy: New match. They want you to fight Necra again.

*He stops raising an eyebrow at her quizzically. Catching herself she quickly corrects*

Stacy: I mean... I guess that is what they want.

*He leers a cold stare for a moment as she smiles feigning innocence. He pulls out the letters contents and indeed reads it. Seconds tick by horribly without a word as he slinks back in the heavy chair. He draws a hand to his forehead as if under the pain of some horrid headache or sorrow as the faithful servant awaits her master's word. Inevitably she endeavors to break the silence.*

Stacy: Master, you seem so... distracted lately. We;ve all noticed. Perhaps you could use a massage. Or I could call the other Queens to entertain? I'm sure the children are in bed by now. Or if you want I can do that thing you like... I still have my feather duster!

Seph: No, Stacy. That will be all.

Stacy: It's just you seem so upset and I can...

*His fist slams upon the desk making her jump suddenly.*

Seph: THAT WILL BE ALL!!!

*She leaps back fearfully a moment but then bows and nods.*

Stacy: Yes, sir.

*With that she quickly exits her high heels clicking on the floorboards only muffled by the mild muffling of the decorative rugs as the door quickly shuts behind her. Seph once more alone stares at the letter for a moment with intense eyecontact. The tick tick tick steady as the sound of an almost digital whine plays in the background. He clutches the letter in his hand tightly crushing it in his hands as he looks at it with a veiled sense of pure annoyance.*

Seph: Once more I am surrounded by endless incompetence.

*he casts the paper to the floor with dusgust as he sands walking around the desk with a look of pure disgust in his eyes. The droning sound in his movements as the camera flashes on him showing his eyes wide, mad in a sudden close up before switching back to him leaning on the desks front his eyes looking dow in almost desperate despair.*

Seph: All the same. A copy of a copy of my life. Constant in it's disappointment. I detest this endless playback loop of what is suppose to be a true contest of skill. Last time it was just another hopeless hapless royal rumble style elimination. One man against the whole roster. Exciting? Perhaps once in a while but ultimately a dull thing. A spectacle that leaves too many targets and not enough chances to wet my lips. And now they want a repeat of the only match I have had that was worth my skill. It's all they have... at least all they can give me without sacrificing another poor child to my hunger. And it is a hunger that is growing with irregularity.

*He snaps slamming his hand upon the desk hard before standing up rage imprinted on his face as he screams out in frustration.*

Seph: THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS!!! I come out. I get called out of my retirement. My blissful domestic joy only to find cowards and weakness before me. The administration too feeble. My so called peers nowhere near the task and my only competition nothing but the ones I helped form. You all consider yourself my equal? My peers? I HAVE NO PEERS HERE! Just an endless sea of frightened peasants sealing themselves from the dark. Stinking of fear! Stinking of weakness! It's all they can do to seal themselves away like cowering ignorant fools in the night. Praying for the dawn to scare the monsters off!

*He spits a hateful glance at the camera as the light begins to flicker and for a second one can almost sea a figure in shadows draped about his shoulder before the lights illuminate again casting him alone in the room.*

Seph: But there is no dawn. Just endless disappointment. Graves empty waiting to be filled. Victims shaking in the dark. Puppets and playthings and a lazy generation living off the tales of MY legacy. I compete for challenge. I compete for admiration. But there is nothing to admire about this new crop. Just a weak pathetic whiny group of victims unable to stand against my onslaught. My darkside. My own private holocaust coming to claim them. I despise them not because they illicit such hate but because they are pathetic.

*The lights flicker again the image of a blond beauty behind him. Her arms draped with blood red lips. The camera glitching showing her pale bloodied face half missing dark eyes black with blood dripping from her gaping mouth before flashing back to her smiling as he seems to not even acknowledge her draped there before flashing again and leaving him alone. As thunder rolls from outside and the buzzing drone mixes with the tick tick tick of the clock.*

Seph: But what do I expect from the most disappointing generation I've ever seen. Not one of you is worthy of my time. My energy. At least Necra can give me something but is this all there is? Is this all any of you can give me. Repeated actions that matter little? Oh brave new world with such people in it. I am sick of doing the same things over and over and over and over again. An endless loop of sorrowful disappointment. I came here because someone dared to say they were better but not a single one has really been able to prove it. And do you all know why?

*He smiles darkly and as he does there is a flash of light and her lips are shown smiling in blood red.*

Woman: Because...

*The camera flashes sowing his lips again*

Seph: Because...

Both: You are nothing.

*The door suddenly resounds a knck ad as it does the ligting and he seem to alter to a more relaxed stance as Stacy slowly opens the door.*

Stacy: Sir, I thought I heard someone in here with you.

Seph: No, Stacy. Just... Just me.

Stacy: Is everything okay?

Seph: Yes, just venting in the dark.

*He sighs as he walks to her with a sad gate as he heads for the door.*

Seph: And Alexander wept, for there were no more worlds to conquer.

*He walks out head down and as she goes to follow she stops and bends down picking up a long blond hair to dark to be his own ad she looks back at him curiously as the scene fades to black.*

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Act 1: Spirits from the past...

Voice over: Spirits are a hard thing to get rid of. They have either unfinished business or they are attached to something. It can be anything… A mirror, a toy, a piece of jewelry, or even a person… And those, those are the hardest ones to get rid of.



The scene opens on the beautiful city of Manhattan, New York. The camera moves over the city and soon stops on a massive building with a pyramid on top that was nothing but glass windows that overlooks the streets below. The camera moves to the interior of the massive office where we see Necra sitting behind a massive oak desk working on designs. She leans back in the high backed black leather chair, and sighs. Her cell phone goes off and she soon picks it up.

Necra: Hello?

Voice: Hello Necra.

Necra: Stacy? It's good to hear from you.

Stacy: I was wondering if you wanted to come and visit for a bit?

Necra: I guess I could. Is something wrong?

Stacy: Of course not. I figured you would want to visit before you left for England.

Necra: Alright. I'll be there soon.

Stacy: Oh good. See you soon.

Necra hangs up and sighs. She gets to her feet and sets the papers aside and grabs her bag, before heading for the door as the scene fades to black.

Voice Over: Going home is always an experience… You never know what's going to happen…

The scene reopens on the massive Du Lac manor. The camera moves to the interior where we see Necra sitting with Stacy at a table with what appears to be wine glasses in hand.

Necra: I really shouldn't be sitting at the Queens table.

Stacy: Its alright.. You're with me. So how have you been?

Necra: I'm fine… But is there something that you're not telling me?

Stacy takes a drink from the glass in her hands and nods.

Stacy: There is but it's something that I need your help with.

Necra: Ok… What is it?

Stacy: Just come with me. You'll see what I mean in a few minutes.

They walk out of the room and soon start to walk up the stairs. They reach a wooden door as Necra’s eyes get wide.

Necra: Stacy, this is my uncle's study… I'm not allowed in there.

Stacy: It's fine you're with me.

She opens the door and they step inside.

Voice: Necra, Stacy? What are you doing in here?

Necra: I told Stacy I shouldn't be in here… But…

Stacy steps in front of Seph.

Stacy: I'm sorry about this Sir…

Stacy taps him on the forehead with what appears to be a piece of papers and he falls to the floor. Necra steps back and looks at Stacy.
                                                               
Necra: YOU KILLED HIM?

Stacy: No I didn't kill him. I just knocked him out for a few minutes. Now read this.

She hands Necra a scroll. Necra unrolls it and looks at it, before looking at Stacy.

Necra: Are you sure?

Stacy: YES! NOW READ!

Necra starts to read the ancient text in a language long since dead. The room starts to fill with a black mist and soon takes the form of a young woman with the bottom part of her jaw missing. Stacy grabs a bottle as Necra's eyes go wide.

Stacy: There you are!

Stacy opens the bottle and the spirit seems to be sucked into the bottle. Stacy closes the bottle and sets it down on the table.

Necra: Holy shit... That would explain what I was seeing around him...

Stacy: Thank you Necra. I better go and check on those cookies.

Necra just sighs as she looks at the bottle on the table, as the piece of paper fades from Seph's forehead. He gets to his feet and looks over at Necra.

Seph: What in the hell happened?

Necra points to the bottle on the table. He picks it up and looks inside.

Seph: I see...

Necra: Well... I'm going to head out...

Seph sighs as she walks out of the room.

Seph: I fucking hate my life.

Necra walks down the hallway and sighs, as she heads back down the stairs and walks past the living room where we see Sothren sitting on the black leather couch with a book in hand.

Necra: When did you get here?

Soth: Ex and I drove out here when you didn't come back to the penthouse. So why did Stacy want to see you?

Necra: To take care of a spirit that was clinging to uncle Seph...

Soth: Sounds about right.

Necra sits beside him and sighs as she leans back.

Soth: So have you really thought about what you're going to do about your match against your uncle?

Necra: Not really... I mean we've done this before and it ended in a tie. If it happens again there is no point in doing it the third time. He's right about thing, that no one else in this company can even hold a flame to us or our kind.

Soth: He doesn't want to be fed, he wants to hunt. They're just giving him food to play with. He wants a challenge...

Necra: So do I. But I guess the only one they can give me is my own family. At least it will be a worth while match. No one else is even on my level.

Soth: That's true dearest. You and brother are two of the best in the company at the moment. I guess it will just come down to who wants the win in the end.

Necra: I think you're right... I'm not going to go easy on the old man. I'm going to do whatever I have to win but it's a match of respect and entertainment for the fans, nothing more.

Soth: We'll help you train for it.

Necra gets to her feet as does Sothren. They both walk off toward another part of the house as the scene fades to black.

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The scene opens on one of the cemeteries in Manchester England. It was clouded over and threatened rain. The sound of thunder rolled in the distance as the camera rolls . We see two familiar figures moving along a long stone pathway that wound itself through the headstones. It was the Umbris twins, Mira and Ander. Ander's hair is tied back loosely as he is wearing garments of the aristocratic sort as he holds his sisters hand.

Ander: It is not quite Louisiana or even France but something about Old England has a distinct charm.

Mira is dressed in a long midnight blue gown hanging off of her shoulders. Her long hair is pulled up into a loose braid, with a black lace umbrella over head.

Mira: Indeed. There's something quaint and special about a place like this. It could be the old castles, the blood that was shed, the royalty...

Ander: The bones beneath our feet. The ancient catacombs and barrows...

Mira: Such a wondrous place. One day we will reside beside them and be with those that have come before.

Ander: All things come to an end. Just some things last longer than others

She smirks as she looks at Ander.

Mira: Truer words have never been spoken. I've already addressed AJ, do I guess we must speak of the other half of World Elite.

Ander: We have the longest undefeated streak in tag team division in NEW. World Elite are mediocre at best. Perhaps they shall change their nae to World Average.

Mira laughs as they continue to walk along.

Mira: They are beneath us and always will be. Have they even manged to win anything of importance?

Ander: They beat losers like Wicked, Typhoon King, Cletus and Michelle,maybe the Los Americanos

Mira: And they call that an accomplishment? Please, we have faced bigger foes and won. This match will be no different

Ander: The bar is very low for them to pat themselves on the back.

Mira: That is why we are best this division has to offer and they are nothing but fodder.

Ander: Tonight will show the world why we will be the first NEW Tag team champions

Mira: That is right, and when we do get the tag titles we will not let them go that easy. We shall see you soon. And good luck my dears, you will need it in the end.

Ander: Or this may just be YOUR end.

She laughs as she takes Ander by the arm as they walk off as the scene fades to black.

[bondic]

(Off camera)

Brian is seen sitting at this table in the back of his restaurant. He is finishing his Lobster and Crab platter. One of his servers walks up and sits down a tablet. On it is the interviews from Deimos, the first might be real test for Brian since arriving at NEW. Other than Joanne. He watches what the challenger had to say. He nods his head and takes the last claw. Cracking it in his hands and eating it, he picks up his glass of wine. He sits there thinking. He drains the glass and swallows the last bite and stands up. Just then Andrew comes walking up to the table.

Andrew: BK, we should talk, I seen what Deimos had to say. You need to address it asap. He really thinks that.

Brian nods.

Brian: I already know Brother. Kelly brought her tablet over and played it for me.

Andrew: What gets me is he brought up the bounty you have on your head.

Brian: At the end of the day, that bounty just like the VVC is done out of fear. Fear of someone truly greater than others. I called the camera crew. They will be here shortly. I wish we had Dario and the rest of the family here.

Andrew: Well, we do have Lance, Jay and Eric showing up later. Maybe after we have that talk.

He trails off as Brian nods his head.

Brian: We think alike, so I already had that thought. And well, maybe it’s time we done a lil history lesson for em.

Andrew: I signed the contract. It’s official. I’m under UHW Inc.

Brian: Good shit Brother. And with the new Blood joinin the ranks. The Empire is bout to set the new foundation for what is expected from greatness.

Andrew: Us being undefeated and retiring 3 sets of Tag Titles speaks for itself.

Brian: That and DEA bein undefeated as well. That just speaks for me when it comes the tag scene. Me only bein defeated by one person since my return speaks for the Singles aspect. Have the crew sent to my office. I need to get my thoughts together.

Andrew nods his head and walks off. Brian smirks as he walks toward his office.

(On Camera)

A few hours Brian is seen sitting at his desk rolling a blunt. He has a Ravens Jersey on. With a couple chains. One being larger and hanging down farther. The top one has a small mini urn on it. The bottom one has a custom Empire pendant on it. The crushed diamonds shine in the light. He has a He looks up at the camera and starts to speaks.

Brian: Demios, I listened to what you had to say. First off, you might wanna take a title from me. But so honest the other people in the back. You might think that you have my number. You don’t. I been doin this game for longer than I care to count. I’ve defeated legends. Neela, Cam Davit, Dave McIntyre, CSJ aka Iron Man, Requiem, RDS, Paul soutter. The list goes on. You might be a so called God of Terror. Which I give you props. You destroy those lesser than us. But again. This is the first time since NEW that you have had a challenge like this. While I can sit here and say Joanne is more of a threat than you are. Unless you count those VVC clowns you run with. And then all you have is numbers. But I have numbers as well. Plus I have something you don’t have. That’s Andrew Paine, a 7 foot monster that all I have to do is point a d he destroys anything in his path.

He chuckles. Putting the weed in the blunt paper.

And while you mentioned teamin with me at some point. First things first. You need to cut the baggage before I’d even think about it. Period, I will never join VVC. That’s how I got that bounty on me to begin with. I told your manager to kick rocks. Along with Dean Tyler. After seeing the bitch made shit he pulled in UHW. He is as worthless as a hooker in church. Hands down. One of the biggest jokes I seen come to this business in a long long time. Sorry to say it like that. But he makes you and your partner look bad by association. And by bad, I mean like walkin tools.

He licks the blunt and rolls it up. He sits it to the side and looks deep in the camera.

And to answer your questions, let’s start with the bounty. You asked me if I was worried about the $275,000 bounty. No I’m not. Because I’ve beaten every one of the VVC that’s came my way. Plus, I have brothers with me watchin my back. Let’s say your team mates get lucky. And they manage to catch me. Well, let’s just say. I have a surprise for em. I haven’t went undefeated this long by chance. It’s by skill, and at the end of the day I’m the very definition of perfection. So at the end of the day, I’m sure I’ll be ready and on top as usual. And if it happens to be your night. Well ill be right back. Cause I never give up and I will be NEWs first grand slam Champion. There isn’t anyone nor anything that will stop me. So you said good luck, I’m sayin be ready cause Brian Fuckin Kennedy always does what’s good for business. And what’s good for business here is me kicking anyone’s ass that steps in the way. The NEW brass keeps linin em up. I keep knockin em down. Till night one.

He lights the blunt taking a few big hits. Blowing the smoke towards the camera.

Cause like this blunt. I’m gonna light your ass up and smoke ya.

He laughs as the camera fades to a Empire logo.