Conquest Night 1 Match Card

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Rockett Arena
Salem, Massachusetts

Tag team Match
The Enterprise (Tiffani James & Allie Landon)
Vs.
VVC (“The Visionary” Dean Tyler * “The Gothic Goddess” Destiny Michaels-Maddox)


North American Classic Championship Tournament
Loser’s Bracket Round 6
“The God of Fear” Phobos
Vs.
“The Sanguine Assassin” Sephiroth Du Lac
2 out of 3 falls

North American Classic Championship Tournament
Loser’s Bracket round 7
“The Devil’s Deadly weapon” Baalzebul
Vs.
“The Lady of Shadows” Mira Umbris
2 out of 3 falls

North American Classic Championship Tournament
Winner’s Bracket Round 5
“The Goddess of the Dead” Necra Octavien Kane
Vs.
“Crimson Sin” Astaroth
2 out of 3 falls

North American Classic Championship Tournament
Winner’s Bracket Round 5
Cyber Championship Match
“The One Man Apocalypse” Brian Kennedy ©
Vs.
“The Mother of Monsters” Rene Volkov
2 out of 3 Falls

RP Deadline
11:59 PM PST October 31st

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[brokennecra]

Act 1:Visiting Spirits

The scene opens on the beautiful town of Salem Mass. The camera moves over the crowded town and soon comes to a stop on what appears to be one of the massive cemeteries that could be found within the town. The area was quiet, even with the voices carrying from the party that formed in the streets just a little distance away. We soon see a figure moving among the headstones dressed in a long black cloak, carrying a lantern casting a dim light in front of them. A slender hand extends from under the long cloak and the hood is pulled back revealing The Lady of Shadows, Mira Umbris. Her violet eyes shimmer in the dim light that surrounds her as she continues along the trail.

Mira: Tonight is the only night that the veil between the spirit world and the physical world is at it's thinnest. Spirits roam among the mortals, and no one will ever know. I stand here in the middle of the Charter Street Cemetery, taking in every inch of the darkness, the sadness, the anger, and yet innocent people that are buried within the ground. I feel safe, and at home here. It is like its a second nature to me. In just a few hours I will have to face off against a man that has done something that most people would think stupid... You turned against the Darkside and have sided with fools that have no idea what it is to be part of something and better, than what you are part of now. I mean look at the VVC and tell me they are worth the time that you have spent with them. No titles, no major wins, tell me what have you really done in the VVC? Anything worth while? No... At least my dearest brother and I have managed to take the tag titles.

She moves in silence as she passes by the headstones, and soon stops in front of the Witch Trial Memorial. She places her hand on it as she looks over the names.

Mira: Most of these women were nothing more than herbalists. Or were looked down upon all because they did not hold the ideals of the people that lived in the community. Innocent lives taken all because of the greed of man. Giles Corey had a lot of land and he would sell it or give it to the church so they accused him of being a witch. But he was smarter than they realized. He gave all of his land to his son so none could take it. But in his last breath he uttered "I damn you and Salem!" And now every Sheriff since then, until 1991 every Sheriff died from some blood disease. There is power in words if nothing else. You see Baalzebul, when I speak I mean what I say. I plan on destroying you in the match and making it through another round for the North American championship, and if that means I have to leave you laid out on the mat then so be it. I am not afraid of you or anyone else from the VVC. You are just like the fools that Ander and I will be facing on the third night. Useless and nothing but fodder for the rest of the VVC to use until you are no longer any use to them.

Mira smirks as she starts to walk along the pathway once again.

Mira: Just know Baalzebul that I will be ready for anything that you can throw at me. I am not afraid of you, let alone worried about this match. I have other things to worry about later on, and plan on defending our tag titles from the Air Raid something or other. I do not have time to waste on you and I will make an example of you in the end. See you soon.

Mira's eyes seem to glow as she raises the lantern to her face. She blows out the light, and when the camera pans around once again, she is nowhere to be found as the scene fades to black.

[baalzebul]

Astaroth is seen backstage, her hands clasped behind her back as she sways looking at herself in the mirror clad in a black and red pleated miniskirt and a red button-down shirt. She turns and faces the camera.



Astaroth: Tick tock, the time has come and soon my crown, my prize, my championship will be fitting snugly around this sexy ass waist.



She gives a diabolical giggle.



Astaroth: Necra, Goddess of the Dead, a legend in this sport. A woman anyone in this business could look up to…



She shakes her head.



Astaroth: Now do not mistake my admiration and respect for fear and awe. Nacra, you have not been having the best of times in NEW. Almost like you have started missing a step or two. Shouldn’t you be World Champion now? No, you have not quite achieved that brass ring. Then you couldn’t get the All-Asia Death Match championship, the Tag team championship, or the Cyber Championship. This is your last chance…



Astaroth gives an exaggerated sigh.



Astaroth: But now you face me, and I have been on a hell of a roll! No one has beaten me yet and you won’t stop that streak. Necra when we meet in the ring 2 out of 3 falls, you’ll realize not even a Goddess is without Sin.



Astaroth gives a throaty chuckle.



Astaroth: Necra, be happy your first NEW loss will come at my hands, because too many horny fans will be too busy drooling to even remember the outcome. See you in the ring.



Astaroth pushes the camera out of the room and then blows it a kiss before closing the door.

[baalzebul]

The camera shows Phobos walking through an abandoned park that has seen better days as the swings and seesaw are rusted, garbage is strewn about the grass and graffiti covers the restrooms. Phobos is cad in his leather jacket as his breath is visible in the cool night air.



Phobos: NEW, it is time for the VVC to show what they are truly made of, I am not talking about the hands around either like the World Elite. I am talking about the ones who pull their weight. Astaroth, Baalzebul, and myself have made it near the end of the NEW North American Classic Championship tournaments. One of us…



He points at himself.



Phobos: Will Walk out as champion. Now I’ll get to the other competitors later. Tonight, night 1, my focus is on the Sanguine Assassin himself… Sephiroth Du Lac…



Phobos has a smirk on his face.



Phobos: No one will question just how vicious and deadly you are. Blood drawn, flesh ripped, tendons torn, and bones broken… All in good fun and for that I salute.



Phobos gives a deep bow.



Phobos: But blood clots, flesh scars, bones mend, and tendons heal. And for some of us, that happens faster than others. You are a destroyer of flesh. A conqueror of the material world. My brother and I… we are something else.



A dark shadow crosses Phobos face as his eyes become sinister.



Phobos: we are the masters of fear and terror. Trauma and depression, despair and stress lasts decades. So, you see Sephiroth, you’ll be working the body, but I am already inside your head. The moment we took the knife and stuck it into the back of the Darkside and then the turning of the blade. Tonight, your quest for gold ends and I will be headed into night 2. Enjoy your reputation as a killer tonight because come sunup you’ll be simply known as a victim.



Phobos claps his hands together as thunder crashes and Phobos is gone.

[brokennecra]

Act 1: Trials of Innocents

The scene opens on the beautiful town of Salem Mass. The night was now quiet and seemed almost still. The sound of frogs echo through the night as the stars shimmered over head. The moon cast its light to the ground below and onto the massive Ward House in town. The lights were dark, and no movement could be seen. Soon a shadow moves across the front of the massive house and it slowly takes form. We see Necra standing in front of the house. She looks up at the house and sees movement in one of the windows.

Necra: The man that once lived here was not an honest man. By law he could and should have only taken livestock, hay, apples, and other household goods... Most of the accused were women, so they were already considered property of their husbands and had nothing of their own. Unless they were widowed, or the condemned were men they would lose their land and everything that they had. The spirits still linger in this place, and their keeper and accuser resides within these walls. The spirits are afraid of this house because of what it stands for. It's a place of hate, and anger and innocence lost in a time where all superstition existed. Witches were among the settlers but they were not stupid enough to expose themselves. Werewolves resided in the forests among the natives; and things have not changed much since those days. We modernized, us creatures of the supernatural have to hide away from those that would cause us harm. Corwin was one of those hunters... He knew the people that were accused were innocents... 

She seems to fade into the shadows and we soon see the interior of the darkened house. Her high heeled boots click along the wooden floor as she moves through the house. 

necra: In just a couple of days I will be facing off against Astraroth for another chance to get one step closer to getting my hands on a title. But first I have to get through Astraroth... Which I can and have before. You say that I haven't managed to win a title since I've been in NEW... So? I've held titles elsewhere and been in halls of fames. What have you done? Anything? No.  You don't have your hands on a title and haven't since you've been in NEW.  But yet you think you're better than I am. You are not and never will be better than me. You don't hold a flame to me, or anyone else in the Darkside. You and others have betrayed us and now it's time to show you why we don't tolerate traitors. You, Baalz, Phobos, and Deimos are all facing off against most of us and we all know how it's going to end.

She smiles as sees shadows move across the wall.

Necra: Astraroth, I know that you are not going to go down that easy, but I plan on doing whatever it takes to win this match and get one step closer to what I want. I will bring back a win to the Darkside and get one step closer to a title in my hands. Just know that I will be ready for anything that you can throw at me, and I know that you will be ready for anything that I can throw at you too, but I will be the one walking away with the win once again. I am the Goddess of the Dead, Queen of Death, The Lady in Black, The Angel of Death, The Alpha and the Omega, The Child of Heaven and Hell; fear me! For when you look upon me you will see your end. See you soon and good luck, you're going to need it.

She turns and walks into another room closing the door behind her as the scene fades to black.

[sephirothdulac]

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”

- Frank Herbert, Dune

*The camera falls on the interior of a black room until slowly a crack of light shows reveasling the interior of a dark wine cellar basement. Dust motes dance upon the light as a stained wood stair sits quiet. The craxk of light revealed to be a door as it slowly opens revealing the silhouette of a man at the top of the stair. Slowly the figure steps down one step at a time slowlymoving into frame as a simple string hangs near his head. The figure cast in the same dark shadows moves toward the string as it dangles before him.*

There is an equilizer that all men know. Some might say that death is the great equilizer but there is another lesser known but no more so less powerful an influential. One to which even the greatest hero, fiercest monster, or terrible avenger has all known though they may not admit it.

*The figure reaches up and pulls on the chord. A loud click resounds as the lightbulb blazes revealing the figure to be that of Sephiroth du lac as the cellar illuminates in an instant. He stands stone faced for a moment and looks over to the side and as he does the camera pans with him revealing a sight that makes most blood chill. A door bound with locks and chains all about it's front. Just a plain white door in a cellar that holds something that grips even the sanguine assassin in the grips of the very thing he speaks of.*

Fear... Fear is the thing which grips every heart. For some it maybe a quest denied. For others it's the things we fight in the dark. For some they fight it everyday of their lives. For me? I have a different problem. I live in constant dear.

*He steps toward the door and grasps the lock. His hand testing the chain as a low almost growling moan eminates from behind the door. His breath showing in puffs of warm vapor steam with every breath as niter hangs along the cool brick walls.*

I fear the power within myself.

*He pulls at the lock and it easily snaps open as he begins to pull at the chains.*

I fear what I might become one day.

*He rips at the chains tossing them angrily to the ground as it slips down to the ground.*

I fear what I might do to everyone around me. That my curse will pass to my children. To my family. To those I love. And to even those I hate.

*The chains all fall as the door sits quiet in the dimlight of the bulb which sways lightly behind him. He reaches for the doorknob but as he reaches it slowly twists on it's own as if something feeble on the other side began to fiddle with it. The movement gives him pause as he watches. his eyes locked on the doorknob.*

You know fear, Phobos. You are named for fear. You know how to inflict it. What it's tells are. We are creatures who feed on fear you and I. But truth be told. As afraid as I might be... I must confess. I adore fear.

*He narrows his eyes and sighs grasping the door with conviction. He pulls at the knob opening the door and peering into the darkness within. It is an inky black where no light not even that from the lightbulb pierces.*

See you adopted fear. It is your moniker. Your title. But I... I have adapted it. I have perfected it. It is as much a part of me as my own body and blood. It is my ally. My dearest friend. As death. As mourning. As sorrow.

*He steps within quietly closing his eyes as his figure seems to step into the dark the inky blackness moving like tendrils about him. Tendrils of smoke as he closes his eyes and folds his arms as if sinking into the grave itself.*

You will find that fear is not your ally here, dear Phobos. You will find that I am more it's master than you will ever be. I will wear your frear as a badge of honor. Draped like a shroud over my figure. Like a shadow upon thy heart.

*The door slams close on him as the shadowy black seems to coat his form and as the stillness fills the room there is the sound of swelling wood. The sound of splinters forming as the door begins to swell and buckle as if made of some balloon becoming slowly over inflated.*

And from you that shadow will spread like a virus consuming all who come behind you.... Cazadora...Bryan... even the good doctor. I shall move like a flood of fear bursting from a broken dam...

*The  door splinters. The hinges and screws buckle the force behind it becoming overwhelming as it finally breaks and explodes with force filling the room with dust, splinters and falling brass as he staggers forward as if in pain draped in black as the room behind him is revealed as little more than a bricked closet.*

And from that flood... that shroud that hangs over all... that overcast shadow I shall place upon the floor your hopes, your dreams shall be lifted....

*He staggers back to a standing position his body adorned with a black coat that seems to swirl around him as he opens his eyes revealing them to be all black with red irises as he smiles wickedly*

Seph: Nevermore.

[brokennecra]

Act 1: Release the Kraken?

The scene opens on the Du Lac Estate. The night had come on and a storm was starting to move in. Thunder rolled somewhere in the distance, as heavy clouds rolled in over the countryside. The camera moves over the vast estate grounds and soon stops on the guest house. The house was lit from top to bottom, and the sound of a loud roar coming from somewhere within. The camera moves to the interior of the house where we see Rene standing in the middle of a room that looked like something that escaped from one of the large tubes within. Ragnarok is leaning against one of the counters, as a rather strange looking creature laid in the middle of the floor, with a puddle of black blood around it. She checks on Ragnarok as she wipes off blood from her white jacket.

Rene: Are you alright?

Ragnarok: Yes. It was nothing that I couldn't handle...

Rene: I know... But this one was not an easy fight... Now I have a mess to clean up, and I have to start again.

Ragnarok: Sorry about that.

Rene sighs but gets him to sit down on one of the chairs checking him over once more.

Ragnarok: I'm fine.

Rene: Are you sure?

Ragnarok: Yes. I'll help you clean up.

Rene: You rest, and...

Her phone soon rings and she sighs. She sees a message on the phone and answers it before setting it aside.

Ragnarok: Who was that?

Rene: Mr. Du Lac. He must need my assistance in the main house.

Ragnarok: Go. I'll be here getting things cleaned up.

Rene: Just don't over do it. I'll be back in a few minutes.

Rene heads down the hallway and heads out the front door. She moves along the stone pathway that wound itself toward the main house.

Rene: What a night... I mean first one of my children tries to get out, and now... I am being called up to the main house for something. What, I am not sure. But it must be important for him to even call... In just a few days I'll be facing off in at least one match that I know of against a man that I have stood against at least twice before and lost. But this time, this time it will be different.

She smiles as she walks by a rather large pond, and sees a slight movement across the top.

Rene: Brian you hold two titles and I'm afraid that I have to take at least one of them from you. I've been trying to get my hands on one since the last time that we have met. I plan on getting through this match with the Cyber title in hand and bring back the glory to the Darkside; and if that means that I have to destroy you and take the title then so be it. It's not going to be an easy task but I will do whatever it takes.

She stops at the pond, and sees a set of glowing eyes from underneath.

Rene: One of my children lays within, but yet will never harm anyone. It is nothing more than a large fish, that would never hurt anyone... That are alive at least. Brian, I know you have your hands full during the next few days but I know that you will give me a decent fight on the first night, but how long can you keep up that momentum? I mean how long do you really think that you can last? I'm you first challenge, but I won't be your last.

She continues on the path as the thunder rolls a little louder overhead.

Rene: Phobos, do you really think you are going to make it against the only man I have ever seen take down something four times bigger than himself with just a simple sword? I mean you have your hands full with Sephiroth on the same night, and I'm sure you will have nothing left when you have a chance to face off against me on the second night. La Cazadora, I know that you and I have faced off against each other before and you have proven yourself and are looking for that big win but if we face off against each other, I am afraid that it's not going to happen this time. I will come against you and I will walk away with the win under me. I know that you already think you're going to win over me, but I'm afraid that you will get nothing and your title climb will end at my hands.

The thunder echos overhead, as lightning flashes nearby. Her shadow seems to change slightly with each flash.

Rene: Necra, Astaroth I'm not sure which one of you I'll face off against if I somehow manage to win over Brian which I have a feeling I will do. He will have his mind elsewhere and focused on facing someone other than myself. I know that both of you will put up a fight in the end, but only one of you are even considered part of the same family that I have come to know personally. Astaroth you are nothing than a fool if you truly think that you are going to win against one of the most powerful groups in the NEW. If you think you can handle me then come at me with everything that you have but even you know that it will not be enough.

Rain starts to fall, as she makes it to the corner of the house.

Rene: Sephiroth if you and I have to face off I know that it will be a fight that I will regret. I have seen what you can do to those that stand in your way to get a title, or at least a a chance at a title. I've heard the stories but I am not afraid. I will stand against you and try to prove myself against you and bring honor and another title to the darkside in the end. But there is one thing that I should have done...

The lightning flashes in the sky as her shadow seems to change once again. This time, her hair is long and seems to move on its own. As the camera focuses back on Rene we see her eyes are no longer violet but pure black pools.

Rene: Release the Kraken!

The lightning flashes once again, as she laughs an evil laugh as the scene fades to black.

[bondic]

The scene opens with Brian sitting at his desk with a stack of paperwork. That’s when Melissa comes in with a letter from the NEW Management. He nods his head and she sits it down.

Melissa: This came last night. Have you made your choice yet?

Brian nods his head.

Brian: Let me get through this show. I haven’t told anyone yet my plans.

Melissa: Well. After this run you been on. Maybe it’s time to think of the plan you want to go with.

Brian: At the end of the day. I think Jessica has a good idea.

Melissa nods her head. And walks over and kisses his cheek.

Melissa: I support what ever you decide to do.

Brian nods his head in agreement.

Brian: I need to figure out myself before I can make any plans babe.

The door bell is heard ringing in the background and Melissa goes to see who is at the door.

(On camera)

A few moments later Melissa shows up with a NEW Camera crew following her. The red light is lit up meaning they are recording already. Brian stands up and walks over to his bar that’s in the corner of his office. He pours a few fingers and takes a sip.

Brian: It’s comin down to the wire. And as the most dominant man in the company, I must say, when you gonna bring it Rene? This isn’t the first time we have faced off in this company. And I’m sure it won’t be the last.

Brian is just getting started now. His presence has been felt among NEW and Brian is sure to go down as a Legend not only in this company, but the business itself. He has went undefeated longer than anyone else that he knows of. The last person that went undefeated like this was Bryant McCoy. A man that defined the business as it is today.

You see Rene, the time has come for me to redefine the business yet again. Not only as a wrestler, but a businessman itself. You have the chance to snag 2 Titles at the same time. Which to be honest. Is unheard of as a normal in the business.

He pauses.

I’d like to say that starting now I’m defended any of my Titles against whiever earns the spot, and I’ve done it perfectly. I know all of you would hate it if I said you get no other chances if I defeat you. But again, I’ve defeated most of the roster. So that wouldn’t leave me anyone else to face. So the question remains. You say you are takin one of my Titles. The Cyber, well good luck Rene. Your gonna need it and after I beat you. I’ll move on and be one step closer to my goal. That’s being the first grand slam champ in NEW. And holding all the singles Titles at one time. Make no mistake about it. We are friends. And I can’t wait to get you in the ring.

He pauses and picks up the letter from the NEW brass. He opens the letter. And pauses.

Just think Rene. Your getting a 2nd chance at my Title. But we both know. You won’t be walking out as the winner. But hey. The suns shines on a dogs ass every now in then. So you stand a 25% chance. But me being The Living Legend. I stand 75% off top. Then add the fact that I’m in the best shape of my life. That adds another 50%. That’s a total of 125%. By those numbers. You hold about as much of a chance as a snow ball in the center of hell. And guess what? I’m the Devils enforcer. So just please. Make sure your in peak form. Because I need a challenge. Not just another bum like the VVC has sent. Or like how 70% of the locker-room are. So I’ll see you in just a few days. But hey, what I’ve said here. I’m just bein real and honest. Don’t take it personal, it’s just good business.

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