Conquest Night 3 Match Card

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Rockett Arena
Salem, Massachusetts

Singles Match
Blaze FN Freya
Vs.
Crimson Queen
vs.
Fathi

NEW vs. UHW
“Hell on Heels” Claire Sweet & “The British Brawler” Davey Regal
Vs.
Ace Sky & Zoi Rousakis

“The Deathbringer” Denise De’Vil & “The Evolution of Wrestling” Ambros Nocturne
Vs.
Philly Air Raid

Xtreme Championship Match
Curits Mitchell ©
Vs.
“The Hardcore Messiah” Eric Herrera

Bloodzone Championship
Dario Arturo Cortez ©
Vs.
TJ Alexander

NEW World Tag team Tournament Match
Eclipse of Darkness ©
Vs.
World Elite

North American Classic Championship Tournament
Finals
Winner of Winner’s Bracket
Vs.
Winner of Loser’s Bracket
2 out of 3 falls
(If Brian Kennedy is in the match his World title will also be on the line))


RP Deadline: 11:59 PM PST October 31st

[brokennecra]

Act 1: A few Words

The scene opens on the little town of Sleepy Hollow. The town itself was done with pumpkins, corn stalks and a few cut outs of the Headless Horseman. Tourists made their way through the town taking in the sights around them.  The camera pans to an all to familiar house where we see Denise sitting with Ambros on the black leather couch in the living room. Ambros is wearing a loose fitting shirt and shorts. He seems pensive his knuckles still bruised. Denise is dressed in a loose fitting shirt with a pair of black jeans. Her hair is tied back from her face. Ambros is sitting still but his eyes are like that of a predator contained in a small fitting cage. His face blank of emotion.

Denise: Penny for your thoughts...

Ambros turns towards her.

Ambros: Sorry... I can still feel the remnants of what VVC did to me, and sometimes the rage builds for no reason... it worries me...

Denise: I still can't figure out how they did it... I mean I had wards placed...

Ambros: Baalzebul, for his lack of an attention span does pick up basics quick and he had my father teach him tricks.

Denise: Of course. This is my fault... I shouldn't have left you alone

Ambros: Its not your fault, you would think the hospital security would be better equipped but the VVC do have numbers

Denise: True. They had a way to do this. But I managed to get you back. That's all that matters.

Ambros: Agreed, but sometimes... I don't feel it is safe to be around me. Like a pet tiger who is always hungry

Denise: I trust you. And that will never change... However there is only person that would even be able to help you.

Ambros: Who is that?

Denise: The Queen of the Darkside... Emily...

Ambros: At least I don't have to visit my father.

Denise: No. Emily is the Princess of Hell so whoever is in there she could pull out or command to leave.

Ambros nods.

Ambros: We'll have to plan a trip to see her then

Denise: You may want to wait to go and see her... We have a match coming up.

Ambros: Who are we facing?

She pulls out her phone and scrolls a little bit before she stops and rolls her eyes.

Denise: The Philly Air Raid. Two nobodies.

Ambros: I haven't heard of them winning any titles. Tag team or otherwise. They may officially been in more tag team matches than us, but we know each other far more intimately.

Denise: That's true. I think they are just fodder for whoever is using them at that time.

Ambros: I suppose we should send them a message.

Denise: If we must... I don't like wasting time on pathetic fools...

Ambros: We might as well give them an opportunity to bear witness to their reckoning.

Denise: True dearest. I've been in this business a long time, untouchable by most and only a handful have ever managed to beat me.

Ambros: Once you gt your teeth into a championship title it is most difficult to take the gold from you.

Denise: You are no slouch either. You held a title for almost the same amount of time as I did.

Ambros: 995 days before I had to relinquish it due to injury

Denise: Philly Air Raid... more like waste of time a day space

Ambros: Consider it a tune up for the real opponent in December Brian Kennedy for the world title.

Denise: This will be an easy match. I mean what have you two done?

Ambros: A cup of coffee in relevance and an eternity in mediocrity.

Denise gets to her feet and walks to the window as she watches leaves fall from the trees out front.

Denise: When you both are laid out in the middle of the ring you will realize what just happened. You crossed a woman that will be forever young and never fade away. Your names, family, and legacies will all fade and be forgotten.

Ambros stands and walks behind her placing a hand on her shoulder.

Ambros: Philly Air Raid, this is a brutal sport in which we all shed blood, but not all walk the path of greatness, some fall by the wayside lost in obscurity...

Denise: Greatness is never an easy feat to achieve. But we all know what's going to happen in this match.

Ambros: Best of luck to you two. Maybe if you recover you can try to make a splash in the tag team rankings with something other than your blood.

Denise laughs, as she turns around and puts her hands on his chest.

Denise: You can't hold a flame to us and you never will. You can try of course but you will fail miserably.

Ambros: We will give you the gift of defeat and from the ashes you can either wallow in despair or rise up stronger than before the option is yours but your fate against us has been written.

Denise: See you soon and Good luck, you're going to need it.

Ambros lifts her head to look into his eyes as he lowers his lips to hers he uses his free hand to close the blinds as the scene fades to black.

[brokennecra]

Act 1: A celebration

The scene opens in the beautiful city of Salem Massachusetts. The night had come on quick and the streets were already crowded with people taking in the sights around them. Pumpkins and lanterns lined the streets casting shadows to the ground. The smell of popcorn, sweet treats and pumpkins all seemed to mix together and drifted on the air. The camera moves the crowd and we see an all to familiar face. It was The Lady of Shadows Mira Umbris herself. She was dressed in a long purple and black gown with a wide brimmed hat adorning her face with a veil over it. The impeccably dressed Lord of midnight Ander Umbris approaches clad in an outfit that would not be out of place in a Revolutionary period piece. The white powdered wig and British red coat and white gloves. He is carrying to glasses of red liquid and holds one out to Mira. She takes the glass and raises to her dark lips.

Ander: They certainly get festive for this holiday up here.

Mira: That they do. At least here we are not out of place.

Ander: You will always stand out in a crowd, even of the modern day fashion models you shine brighter than any of them.

She blushes slightly, bringing a little bit of color to her face.

Mira: Thank you my dearest.

Ander : My pleasure beloved. They celebrate the witches that their ancestors so vehemently hunted. Atonement maybe?

Mira: They say that the town is cursed. So maybe it is appeasement more than anything.

Ander gives a derisive snort.

Ander: Candy and costumes will not wash away the innocent blood staining the hands of the family of those guilty at jealous and petty slaughter.

Mira: True. The Queen of the Darkside is a witch. I am surprised that they are not here yet.

Ander: Probably making preparation for a big reveal. They do certainly enjoy their pomp

Mira laughs.

Mira: True. They are worthy of the pomp they create.

Ander: Unlike our so called challengers. Granted a shot by simply making a claim they are coming for our gold.

Mira smirks and shakes her head.

Mira: Oh please, they cannot hold a flame to us. But if they think they can beat us then let them try.

Ander: World Elite AJ Flare and Kofi Von Erich, errand boys for the VVC. We beat them to win these titles and we will simply do it again to retain them.

Mira: They will never achieve what they want. They are nothing than fodder for the rest of the pathetic lovers of the vvc

Ander: Puppets on string, dancing to a long forgotten tune. Conquest marks the beginning of the end of the VVC.

Mira: They have made such bold claims and yet what have they truly done.

Ander: Struggled to even ascend to mediocrity. Their only wins in the tournament were over the bottom of the barrel

Mira: At least we know we are superior in every way possible

Ander: Once we send the World Elite back to the cave they crawled from we can then take out whomever the VVC decide to send next at Apocalypse

They stop in front of one of the shops and smiles softly.

Mira: They have no hope in defeating us. Then whomever they send against at apocalypse they will fail just the rest.

Ander: The world moves in cycles. Unfortunately for many that cycle is an endless loop of failure

Mira: It is to laugh really. We do not know the word failure. But then again we have never truly failed at anything.

Ander: They are not worth any more of our time. All that can be said has been they will simply relive the failure from Onslaught at Conquest.

Mira: I am sure if we could, we would relive them of their mortal coil as well. But that is to far. They will know what it means to fail and never to succeed

Ander: I think it is a lesson often taught but still has yet to be learned.

Mira: There has never been truer words my dear brother. Let us celebrate our win over these fools before the match even happens

Ander: Celebrate the victory the night before the night of and the night after. Then celebrate with you every day forever after

Mira: Our legacy will be forever and a day and there is nothing that anyone can do to stop us.

Ander: Tonight my sweet sister we will indulge in your delights until the sun rises in the morning

Mira: Then let us start.

Mira smiles and takes his hand in hers. He kisses her hand and walks with her. They seem to disappear in the crowd as if spirits made of shadow as the scene fades to black.

[bondic]

(On Camera)

Eric, finally I get someone worthy of challenging me foe the UHW Xtreme Championship. Not another curtain jerker. Not a has been. I get a someone. That once I defeat, I can claim I am one step closer. See we both have the same damn issue Eric, and that’s Brian. See I haven’t defeated him either. Not that I haven’t been given the chance. He just beat me, simple as that. But, unlike you. I have actually earned my shots.

He pauses, nods his head a bit. That’s when the camera pans out and shows his Virus T-shirt on. With some faded jeans and a leather jacket. The Oakley sunglasses on his face blocks out his eyes. But by the bottle of whiskey half empty give a slight indication that he is drunk. Or on his way there.

You see Eric, you might have been a Legend 5 years ago. Maybe even 3, but this is 2024, and let’s be honest. Your not getting any younger. While we might have this match. You don’t stand a chance beatin me. I can’t wait to beat you. Then I can talk about how I first beat the student and then the teacher. That will be a foot note to my greatness.

He pauses and takes another few drinks from the bottle and he drops it the bottle breaks on the concrete, and he looks really upset.

Well. Easy come, easy go. Just like this match will be with you. See, that was a sign for the both of us, Eric. The clock is ticking. Time is running out. I hope I hear from you. Because if you stay silent and say nothing leading up to our match. That alone will speak volumes. And you wanna know the message you will be sending? That your scared. You know you will be walkin out without this Title.

He pats his waist where the UHW Xtreme Title is resting.

The Virus has started to spead. And there is no cure. We will take UHW over. Bit by bit. And the best thing you can do Eric is stay clear of the path of destruction we are about to lay. See you soon. And pray to the gods that your smiled down on that night. And that they give you some sort of miracle.

The scene fades with Curtis laughing.

[baalzebul]

Phobos is standing backstage, his arms across his chest as he looks intently at the camera.



Phobos: The world is filled with peaks and valleys. We all rise and fall and some stay in the pits of despair and rot , wither, and die. While warriors climb from the darkness to the next horizon.



Phobos snarls under his breath.



Phobos: The Texas Daredevil, you have been a thorn in the side of my brother and I, if you show up at Conquest, you will be the one on the receiving end of some punishment.



Phobos starts to punch his fist into his palm menacingly



Phobos: I am through playing games with the miserable peons of NEW. The kid gloves are coming off and I will be stacking bodies high under the hot lights of the arena. I will be drawing blood, breaking bones, and crushing spirits. So I am the epitome of bad news for everyone left in the North American Classic tournament. Cross me and suffer, if you want to eat solid food and maintain the ability to walk, just forfeit now… this is your only warning…



Phobos storms off of screen as the camera fades to black

[baalzebul]

The camera cuts to Astaroth standing backstage with Kasumi Akira.



Kasumi: Hello everyone, I am Kasumi Akira, and I am standing here with Astaroth.



Astaroth grabs the microphone from Kasumi's hand and shoves her out of frame.



Astaroth: No one paid to see you porcelain doll. They want to see a real woman.



Astaroth looks at the camera.



Astaroth: Lance Williams, Destiny Michaels, Gottliche Krieger, and La Cazadora all faced me in this tournament and they all fell to me in defeat. The same will happen to Necra. Then either Rene or Brian and so on and so forth and when it comes to the finals you will be looking at the victor.



Astaroth waves her hand at her bare toned stomach.



Astaroth: Conquest I walk into NEW with this exposed midriff. But after night 3 it will be covered by gold.



Astaroth smirks at the camera.



Astaroth: I am definitely leaving with the North American Classic Championship, the question is will I also be walking out with the Cyber, All Asia DeathMatch, or World title? Only time will tell. See who ever makes it to the finals in the ring and be prepared to Eat Defeat!



She blows a kiss at the camera and walks off as the camera fades to black.