When Worlds Collide July 30th 2023

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Greensboro Coliseum
Greensboro, North Carolina, USA

2 RPs Max

An over the top rope rumble with the entire roster the winner will walk out the NEW World Champion.

RP Deadline: 11:59:59 PM EST 7/27/2023

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Red Stars by The Birthday Massacre hits as Isaac Cornelius Boothe walks out onto the stage. He is followed out by Merxy Black, Thor with Genesis on a chain, and Toa Sili. They stand at the top of the ramp for a minute. Isaac Boothe looks around with a smirk and makes his way to the ring followed by his entourage. Thor chains Genesis to the ring post and then holds the ropes open for Merxy, Isaac, and Toa Sili before stepping over the top rope. Merxy hands Isaac a microphone.

Isaac Boothe: Well well well Greensboro, North Carolina. Few cities in the United States has the lineage of this sport that can compare to Greensboro. The home of the first 4 Starrcades. Home of "Sweet" Stan Lane. JCP, NWA, WCW, the prestigious history of this fine sport on this hallowed arena is legendary. But now we write a new chapter in history. N-E-W... your annihilation is at hand. I'll let Baalzebul, Benjamin, Dean, Destiny, and Joanne Canelli do their own talking.

Isaac Boothe smirks and leans against the top rope as Merxy sits on a top turnbuckle.

Isaac Boothe: So tell me NEW. Who can stop us? Hiro? He was nearly killed in a freak accident. I doubt he will ever show his face again. La Cazadora? She is nursing her little Manga Boy Toy like a weeabo about ready to shout Onii-chan. Ander and Mira Umbris? They are too busy playing Game of Thrones. Necra and the Darkside? Only way they can win is by playing with the arena lights hoping to cause seizures. The Blue Wannabe? Lets see you actually come out and fight and not attack from behind. What about Stalker and his family? You had the chance at greatness and you threw it away. You may be big and strong. But we have big and strong. But we also have smart something you are seriously lacking. The World Elite? Been there, beat them. Juste Richelieu? Dean has your number. But there are some people we are willing to offer spots with us. Davey Regal, you have skill, class, and ruthlessness. Join us or suffer like the rest of NEW.

Isaac walks over to Toa Sili.

Isaac Boothe: Look at this guy. 6'3" over 400 lbs. He is a man-eating savage. Hungry and ruthless. How many of you will it take to try to remove this obstacle? See Toa isn't looking to win, he is looking to break your bones, break your bodies, and break your spirits. You see, we are too strong, too vicious, too brutal. Most importantly we are united.

Toa Sili: Malosi!!!

The camera fades to black

[Thund3rEnigma]

Dread Promo For When Worlds Collide Show.

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The camera shows the dark depths of the Greensboro Coliseum. It shows Isaac Boothe walking dressed in a fine pin striped suit. The sound of metal dragging on concrete can be heard. Isaac motions for the cameraman to follow.

Isaac Boothe: N-E-W... you are in a war none of you can win alone so you quickly rush into alliances but can you really trust any of them? The V.V.C are united with the single goal to eliminate all others and protect each other until only the V.V.C remains.

Isaac turns to the corner and it shows Genesis chained against a thick pipe.

Isaac Boothe: Few can match the pure girth of Toa Sili, and even less can match the psychotic fury and unpredictability of Genesis. He lives for violence. It is like oxygen to him. Fists, feet, teeth, barbed wire, chains, thumbtacks, fire these are his food groups. How do you face someone like that? You run and hide. Now Brian Kennedy, we were happy to let you exist away from us, but you decided to attack Toa and now you get to join the rest of N-E-W as marked. But we will add something extra. Anyone who eliminates Brian Kennedy will receive $250,000 that's right a quarter million to take Brian Kennedy out of the When Worlds Collide rumble. Over the top rope or on a stretcher doesn't matter. Kennedy you started a war with the wrong people.

Isaac kneels next to Genesis who snarls and growls like a savage animal.

Isaac Boothe: Soon your leash will come off and Hell will follow your wake. Be prepared N-E-W. A reckoning is at hand.

Isaac laughs as the camera fades to black.

[Dean Tyler]

The World Heavyweight Championship Will Be All Mine:
A Dean Tyler RP

The night has arrived! The upcoming When World’s Collide special show is fastly approaching and the superstars of the Neo Wrestling is so ready to be in the amazing but awestrucking battle royal to see who will be crowned the new World Heavyweight Champion. One of the competitors that is going to be wrestling in the special show is the leader of the Visionary Violence Club aka VVC: “ The Visionary” himself Dean Tyler. He is seen preparing for the event by working out. In the midst of him working out, a camera crew is seen approaching him so he stopped what he was doing and say , with a wicked smile on his face, right into the camera.

Dean: You trolls are always wanting to get into the VVC’s business do you? Well, you are all pissing me off. Specially pretty boy Juste. You see faithful loyalists, his mind will not be in the match. You see, he’s quite falling in lobe with a ugly troll by the name of Anisa. Anisa. It will be great joy for me to let you see your pretty emo boy toy get thrown over the top rope at your waiting feet. Brian Kennedy, you have already made a fatal mistake by even ever coming to Neo Wrestling. Tsk! Tsk! If you all think for one second that I am going to waltz right by and see me fail, well you all pissants got another thing coming. I never miss. You all are in my sights and you will be taken down like the targets that you will be in my way to ultimately becoming the rightful and way much more deserving World Heavyweight Champion You see…

He is seen taking a few sips from his Diet Pepsi and continued to say.

Dean: You see, my visions have never steered me wrong. I am on a roll and I am going to continue in that direction until I rule Neo Wrestling as I sit on my throne and become the World Heavyweight Champion that the fed can rely on. HaHaHa! I see you all later. You can leave now.

He was heard evily laughing as the scene was seen fading to black.

[sephirothdulac]

They fear you.

They should.

You shouldn't have hurt that boy.

A message must be sent. They are all guilty. What's one boy in a war.

Is that what you view this as? You know it's cause.

All the more reason to obscure the battlefield. Surprise is our friend.

This isn't you and you know it. What if the others object?

They won't.

But if they do...?

Then fear is a great motivator. Those who are loyal it will not matter. hose who are not... fear will keep them in line.

Better to rule in fear then love?

That is unfair.

Are you their King or their Prince?

...

*Knock Knock Knock*

A visitor?

I think it's your little knight.

*Knock knock knock*

If he only knew...

Shut up and leave me.

*Knock knock*

Seph?

Come in.

*The camera opens now on the interior of Seph's study. The gandfather clock ticking loudy as he stares out the window. Rain patters against the glass as he looks out on the storm as black and as fetid as his own soul as he keeps his back turned to the door. The knob turns and in steps Uh Oh drenched to the boneas he meekly steps inside. He drips loudly on the carpet as Seph says nothing. Morrigan, his raven, caws lightly at Uh oh as he enters and Uh Oh looks at the bird warrily as he speaks. The smell of roses and bourbon heavy in the air as he approaches the desk*

Seph: I take it you are done with the Tombstones?

Uh Oh nods nervously as he shuffles his feet.

Uh OH: Y... yes.. sir...

Seph: You have done extremely well these past few weeks, Uh Oh. There is but one hurdle before I feel you are truly ready. I am very proud of you.

*He turns from the window casting his gaze slowly on Uh Oh and he can sense something is weighing on his mind as he approaches . His furrowed brow hiding some sort of hidden pain.*

Uh Oh: I appreciate everything you have been doing for me... normally, I am not one who is brave or wants to fight, but I can't let them get away with holding Joanne captive...

Seph: That, my boy, is why i chose you. You have the mercy I have forgotten long ago. But you must kill that part of yourself. That is the hurdle I speak of. It's not enough to be strong. It is a point of no return where you must choose to be human or be what you have to be. I know what that is like. To kill that part of yourself and never... never let it resurface...

*He draws in a moment as if pondering. His hand stroking under his chin as he thinks carefully.*

Seph: Do you feel I... that I went too far in my match with that boy recently?

Uh Oh looks side side nervously as he scratches at his shoulder.

Uh OH: Uhm... uh... maybe just a tiny bit...

*Seph looks taken aback*

Seph: A tiny bit? Like just a bit though? Not too much?

Uh Oh: Well... you put him out of action and beat up EmTs and security and... yeah maybe just a smidgen...

*Seph breathes in sucking in air as he puts his hands on his hips nodding.*

Seph: Yeah... yeah... just a smidgen though? A bit? A bit?

*He raises his hand making a pinching motion as if demonstrating something tiny. UH Oh looks around nervously and then swallows and puts his hands behind his back.*

Uh Oh: A speck really...

Seph: Ah, a speck? That is very tiny.

*He nods in agreement.*

Uh Oh: Almost imperceptible

*Uh Oh states nodding with Seph. Seph looks surprised in response stroking his chin*

Seph: Oh, do you think so?

Uh Oh: Uhm... maybe...

*He says looking nervously. Seph smiles almost laughing as he places an arm around Uh-oh's shoulders tightly*

Seph: Well, you know... now that I think about it... NO, UH-OH! I don't think I went overboard!

*Uh Oh flinches and tries to make himself smaller. Seph holds him up though pulling him up to his feet before he could fall back in fear.*

Seph: And you know why I felt that way, Uh Oh?

*Uh Oh shake shis head fear tightening his throat*

Seph: Because they all deserve it. Because they all did you dirty, my boy. Anyone of them could have come down to help you. Ambrose could have suspended them. Johnathan and J.C. could have come down and brought an army of security. Any of them could have come to you and Joanne's aid but they didn't. They allowed this disease to fester until the wound became infected. They did this and in insulting you they insulted me. Because we are friends, Uh Oh. I am the only one looking out for you. I am the only ally you can truly trust.

*He shifts and grabs Uh Oh by the shoulders gripping tightly as he looks him dead in the eyes.*

Seph: I chose you, Uh Oh. That means you are mine. Just as much as she was. As she is. When they messed with you. They messed with me. That is why they all shall pay. All are punished. Do you understand, my boy?

*UH Oh swallows and nods wringing his hands together. Seph turns from him and waves his hand. The fireplace beside them erupts into warm flame and Uh Oh jumps but feels it's warmth.*

Seph: This rumble... this championship match. They think that they deserve to be champions. After they offended us! After they left you to be broken hurt or die.! They shall pay as no one ever has. I promise that. None of them deserve that title.

*He clutches his hand in a grasping fist as if trying to clutch the very world in his hands*

Seph: We shall show them, my boy. We will show them why they fear the dark. Why the curry to the light to find some semblance of safety. They want a champion together with all of us as one we will show them the heart of a true champion.

*He turns his cloaklike coat billowing in the motion as he smiles darkly at him*

Seph: I think the time has come, don't you?

Uh Oh: I do not care about a championship. I want Joanne free from them and I want them to be left in ruin.

Seph: And that is the rub. To leave them in ruin you must take what they covet most. They want to prove their superiority, Uh Oh. They want victory at any cost. You must do the same to cast them into a hell of their own making. That boy I slaughtered was a demonstration to them. They made this bed. Now they must lie in it. What are you prepared to do to save your lay fair, young knight? What are you prepared to do?

Uh Oh: To save Joanne... I'd do anything...

Seph: Then are you prepared to let that part of you die? To become the monster. To make them see fear the way you see fear. To be that which your dear, Joanne needs?

*Uh Oh nods nervously*

Seph: Good...

*He looks back as the sun peeks through the clouds the rain no longer a torrent but light drops on the window. He smiles his eyes twinkling with a dark mischief.*

Seph: Ah the sun. Light returns to the world. A hope perhaps... Come why don;t we make a nice light lunch I have a task for you afterward. When the ground is dry. I think theat this will be last task I ask of you. Your almost ready. Come... I can already here the children screaming for food.

*He says wrapping his arm around him as the scene fades to black but instead of just leaving us as usual in the dark the audio continues.*

Um... Seph?

Yes, Uh-Oh?

Wh- who were you talking to when I was knocking?

Oh... just myself....

But... but I heard two voices....

[~Genocide~]

”You preach about not mentioning the past, Stalker …but you’re just a hypocrite!!”

~We open in the familiar scene of the make-shift office of Genocide. The desk we are focused on though, is empty and all we see is the two framed jersey of the New York, Rangers stars and the surrounding pictures of Damion Steele and his family. A small glow is coming from off camera, and shortly after clicks off and Genocide walks into view. He stands behind the desk as he continues~

Genocide: I just finished catching up on this week’s promos, and I couldn’t help but notice that Dark Stalker hasn’t said a word. Every time he mentioned me in the past …all he said was, that I was living in the past by laying down the history of the feud between myself and Roger Williams. Well, that …or he’d make some sort of gay slur towards me, because I have respect for another wrestler that just so happens to be my Nephew.

~Genocide shrugs before continuing, as the screen seems to glitch~

Genocide: You make these remarks though Stalker, and yet your first promo all you did was talk about your past. Talk about how you were a younger man, when you first came to that promotion and couldn’t win a title. About how upset you were when you found out your wife passes, yet you still ran to the NEW arena and tied to win the very belt you are fighting for. Do my past experiences not count, because they didn’t happen here? Do my past accomplishments not count, because I fought my rival somewhere else? Do my past experiences not count, because they don’t involve you? It can’t be the first, because you happen to mention other places you fought in your promo too. It can’t be the second, because you also talk about fighting your rival in other places as well. So maybe the third one hits …it on the head, and I was right all along. If it doesn’t involve you, it isn’t right is it Stalker? If you weren’t there to see it happen, then it never happened …because only the things that happen to you, matter at all in this world or wrestling.

~Again, the screen glitches and Genocide appears on the opposite side of the desk. This time off to the left of the view. His eyes sparkle a deep purple, as he speak again~

Genocide: If you want to go solely off of the merits of that promotion though, that is fine with me …because you think I’ve accomplished nothing, and I can take that. Who can say, they’ve accomplished anything in the wrestling world …when they’ve only been there about two decades? Well, you know …I kind of can. You see, you claim I have done nothing, but indeed I have fought everyone the Wrestling World has thrown at me. I’ve won all but one more Title I want. Oh, and a match in which nor myself or my partner was pinned. That match though, along with all my other wins, seems to have caught the attention of the wrestling world’s top brass and got me here today.

~Genocide sits down behind his desk, and shuffles a few papers around in front of him then sets them off to the side~

Genocide: Before I get to the rest of you though, you weren’t done at one yesterday Stalker. You had even more to say, and I must say that before this promo I thought nothing of you. Now though, you are just like every other never was a champion I’ve faced in the past, that was afraid of the new younger blood coming up. You don’t know how to beat them, or what to say about them …so you just mock them. You mock and hope the laugh the people get out of it will turn into cheers …when the time comes to step into the ring. You mock, because you don’t know what else to do, and why? Is it because something another promotion owner said, got under your skin? Is it because, you just don’t believe he is what he says he is? Or, are you just that lame??

~Genocide’s eyes sparkle again, and the background becomes covered in purple and black flames~

Genocide: If said owner really got under your skin mentioning your wife in his state of the address …then why don’t you show it. You show sparks of it in the end, but if you’re really upset then show it. Show the passion. Show the love. Show that you’re alive, and not just another idiot cardboard cutout …like you had up there with you on that stage. Show you have some real passion, because all you are to me …is another idiot who doesn’t know what to say, and because of that. I don’t believe you, or your failed attempts at being spooky!!

~Genocide let a wicked smile curl his dark lips, as his eyes once again sparkle a deep purple shade. The glow dies down, and now they’re a shock white as he speaks again*

Genocide: I don’t believe you are what you say you are. You claim to be a man, whose life has been in shambles and uses wrestling as a crutch from a complete breakdown. The way you explain yourself, you might be in a closet somewhere cutting if you weren’t in the ring. The way you explain it, you would be better suited on a psychologist’s couch, alongside Scotty …then standing there making a promo. I don’t want to say your wife never died, and you never suffered any tragedy Stalker, but I just don’t believe you’re the next “Super Natural” Villain!!

~Genocide looks down for a second, reaches over and grabs a magazine from off camera~

Genocide: I applaud you for finally doing it Stalker. I applaud you, for finally taking the next step and really focusing on your love for wrestling. It’s going to be just like old times again, when both of us had full focus on our short amounts of time in that ring. It will be just like the first time we were ever in a match together, following around our new mentor Kaleb before the biggest night of the year. That was the first time, the two of us ever put our pasts behind us and worked together. And now, it’s like it’s happening all over again here in NEW.

~Genocide smirks, as he still looks deep into the camera lends. He flips through the magazine for a few seconds, before putting it on the desk and continues speaking~

Genocide: Don’t get it wrong Stalker, we’re still friends, but just like you said …this is a huge match. This is a match for a prestigious Championship, and I am ready to work with you until the very end. I am also ready to roll you up for the pin, the second you are neutralized. We have had our battles in the past, and know each other inside and out …and if it comes down to it, and we have to go hand to hand …I know that we will steal the show. Though, it isn’t about you and me. It isn’t even about Mr. “I Think, I’m Scary”. It is about proving to the NEW fans and the NEW brass that, we came here to be Champions and not side show puppets. The time is now to impress, and all I have ever done in my career is impress. I’m ready Stalker, and I hope you really are done trying to run this company and are ready to focus …because if you’re not, I’ll kick your teeth down your throat first chance I get!!

~Genocide nods, as the camera begins to fade away to black smoke~

Genocide’s Voice: No, wait. Just for the sake of Stalker Knight, I have one more thing to say.

~He clears his throat, and chuckles darkly~

Genocide’s Voice: If this was a swim meet, I’d be Michael Phelps, Bitch!!

~:~Part Two~:~

”There’s been a lot of questions poised to me in the past week.”

~We open up with Genocide sitting behind the desk in his make-shift office again. He is in front of him lays a big stack of Magazines and DVDs. He looks straight into the camera ignoring the mess on his desk in front of him, as he speaks~

Genocide: My fan forum has practically exploded with posts this last week, and last night when the When World’s Collide card was posted on new.com it was like a nuclear bomb went off. Everyone wanted to know what was going on with the new takeover attempt, and if I was going to have any part in it. The answer is Hell No, I will not! Not because I am not still on proper terms with the owner, but because we had a long discussion …and we decided, we didn’t need that to get what we wanted, all we needed was the younger guys.

~Genocide takes a short pause, to let that sink in for those fans out there who know what that means~

Genocide: Which makes When World’s Collide all the more interesting. The rumors were flying that I was ready to come back, and it seems that the NEW brass wanted to put the rumors to rest …so they booked the match, and now the rumor has broken, we’re back. Does that mean I’m so over now that we have a match against the whole roster? No, not by a long shot. I have always been about everyone else, and watching others backs so there will be plenty of that in this match …which doesn’t bode well for the others in this match, but I will put my hearts into winning. In the end though, I will be in that ring …raising my arm in victory, no matter who wins.

~Genocide reaches down and picks up the Magazine at the top of the pile, and fingers through it slowly as he continues~

Genocide: For those of you, who don’t know out there in TV land. The owner and I have a very long history. From a friendly rivalry, to pure hatred, and back to friendship …back to pure hatred, and back to friendship again. It seemed like we were forever linked together as friends and rivals. It all started in my rookie year in wrestling, and when both of us were with our second tag-team partner in our young careers. You see, back then …if you were considered undersized like we were, you only had two choices fight in your weight division or get a tag partner. After my first tag team partner retired, I found someone that was dimwitted enough to do everything I wanted to …but strong enough to have my back in the ring and this guy was well, much like he is now, fighting to get himself known with a partner in the same situation.

~Genocide snickers to himself, as the scene glitches and he’s now in front of the desk. His arms are folded over his barreled chest, and his eyes shimmer a bright white~

Genocide: Of course it wasn’t too long before our two teams crossed paths, and we were fighting each other for the Tag Championships and that’s how our rivalry began. We fought night in and night out with neither of us beating each other for the belts during the feud …and both teams soon split up, and the rivalry spilled over into the Heavyweight Division where I was now Champion. Our feud spilled over, and cost this guy the Championship. Soon enough, we were fighting one on one in a Cage Match with nothing on the line …but the end of our Rivalry, once and for all. Instead of ending our rivalry though, I nearly ended his career …when I broke his freaking neck!!

~Genocide shakes his head, and sighs as he drops the Magazine back on the desk. The camera catches a glimpse of the cover, that shows a wrestler lying on the mat, surrounded by EMTs and The Angel Of Death in the background looking overly pleased with himself~

Genocide: It took a long time, for me to get that memory out of my head. The image of what I had done to him haunted me for a long time every time, I prepared for a match. I overcame it though and obviously so did he, and that was just the beginning for the two of us. That was just a small sample of the five years, that we have been acquaintances in this business. It was only the beginning and now, at When World’s Collide …we continue, that long history as we fight for the World Championship.

~Genocide blinks a few times, and is some how back on the opposite side of the desk. He lets out a twisted smile, as he continues speaking~

Genocide: The World Championship is a belt that I look at, and think this could be one of the biggest accomplishments in my career. I’ve won Fifteen World Championships …the only reason I even got a shot at those belts was because the Champion thought there was no way that I, being a Super Heavyweight would be a World Champion. I never had the opportunity to win a belt that showcased your abilities to climb the ladder through wrestling, and I am looking forward to my first opportunity to do so here. I look forward to climbing that ladder, and I look at former Champions that did so one thing pops out at me. I’m going to be the first one to become World Champion in NEW!!

~The background begins to fill with a thick smog, it fills in around the camera as Genocide speaks again~

Genocide: A year ago, I was working my way through the ranks and winning the MWE Championship, and less than a year later …I was main-eventing pay per views. This belt isn’t just a steppingstone to the top, it seems to me …to be a rite of passage. It seems, that this belt was held by every person in the Wrestling World …who is considered a “legend” everywhere and that is exactly what I want to be one day. I want to be known, as not only one of the greatest in my past major federation, but as one of the best ever, and this is my shot!!

~Genocide grins wickedly into the camera, as he takes a short pause~

Genocide: So, NEW better be ready for a fight, because they’ve had that belt for a long time and whether they likes it or not …one of the Dark Army are going to walk out with that belt. It’s been in the back office to long enough, and I know they want that belt in an epic match …that meant a lot to them, but it’s time that the NEW gets a new face at the top, and you’re looking at it …And I’ll Send You, Straight To Hell!!

~Genocide continues to smile with a cocky grin, as the scene fades to black and the smog engulfs him~

[brokennecra]

Act 1: The Dark rider Returns

Voice Over: It's been a long time since I have stepped into the ring. But now I've been called home, and it's time for the family to reappear. It's time for the Dark Rider to come back and show why I am feared.

The scene opens up on a hospital somewhere in Shanghai China. The halls were not crowded and the nurses all seemed to have just started their shifts for another morning. The smell of cleaning products seemed to linger in the air as machines gently beeped from the rooms that lined the hallway. The sound of an elevator is soon heard as the doors open we see Denise De'Vil dressed in what appears to be a dark blue sundress with a sun hat hiding her face. She walks along the hallway passing the nurses as heels click from the low cut boots she wore. She soon stops in front of a door and knocks. A muffled raspy voice says to come in. Denise opens the door to a dimly lit room and removes the hat covering her face.

Denise: There you are. Are you alright? What have the doctors told you?

Ambros is sitting hooked up to a machine the skin around his neck is raw and scabbed as his head in bandaged.

Ambros: Concussion, laceration, damage to my throat.. can take some time before it doesn't hurt to talk.

He rasps through wincing with every utterance. She sits on the edge of the bed and puts a hand to his face.

Denise: I'm so sorry. We should have been there sooner... They wouldn't have...

Ambros: Not your fault. It was my own fault for going out alone.

Denise: I knew it was a bad idea. The old man has everyone ready to come in. The Brothers Grim, me, Venus, hell even Emily and Maria. Plus whoever else is already here. This isn't going to end the way the VVC think its going to.

Ambros: Once again you rush into battle and I must watch from the side lines...

Denise: We have a witch that can fix that. A few herbal things and you'll be right as rain. Plus Rene said something about injections...

Ambros: No injections I always have a bad reaction to chemicals its why I can't even get morphine for the pain

Denise: I know.

Ambros: They did make a big mistake attacking me though

Denise: That they did.

Ambros: They should have either finished me or swept a leg.

Denise: They're not that smart dearest.

Ambros: That's the trouble with an angry mob, they don't need smarts just numbers.

Denise: We have more. Its not just the Dark side either... Most of the roster is after them.

Ambros: But they are not as unified as the VVC, we need to change that.

Denise: That we do. But you know the old man. The dark side will handle it and don't need help.

Ambros: Just watch each other's backs they don't like even numbers

Denise: Its the VVC that should be worried about watching their backs... The old man is on the war path in his own way and its not pretty.

Ambros: I know but nobody should travel alone.

Denise: None of us will. As soon as you are clear we are headed home.

Ambros nods.

Ambros: That sounds great but we need to stock up on water, ice cream, and soup until my throat is better

Denise: I think we can do that. And I can show you why I was called the Angel of Mercy... Well...

She gives a sly smile.

Denise: In a different way for you...

Ambros smiles as he gets ready to get out of the hospital bed. Denise kisses him as the door seems to close on its own and the scene fades to black.

The scene reopens on the beautiful city of Shanghai. The night had come on and the lights of the city cast the bright lights from the buildings that towered over the streets. The sound of the traffic was less and the people filled streets were now almost empty. The camera moves over the city and soon comes to a stop on the Jade Buddha Temple. The temple loomed over the city and a set of stairs that led up to it. A few lights gently glowed around the walls as a shadow moves along the ground. We soon see that it is Denise moving along the grounds. She soon stops in front of the main entrance and looks up at the doors that loom in front of her.

Denise: It's been a long time since I stepped foot in this place. The last time I did was well... Lets just say its been over 80 years. I look good don't I? This is one of the most holy places in the city and it's a place where peace can be found in a world that knows nothing more than war and other things that we no long really want to see. It's been a long time since I have even stepped into the ring, but here I am. I'm back and its all because the VVC decided to cross the old man.

She moves toward the steps to the main part of the temple and opens the doors.

Denise: I know that this match isn't going to be any easy one but I'm going to do what I can to make sure that I'm one of the ones to get to the end. Dean you think that you are the big visionary of the group but I am afraid that you are nothing more than a wannabe champion. You've gotten lucky and won a few matches only because of those around you. But what happens when you have no one on your side? No one to watch your back? This match is an all out battle. No alliances, no teams, no friends. It's everyone for themselves. 

Denise steps inside the darkened temple and makes her way along the massive place. The bright colors oft he temple seemed almost life like even in the darkness as she walked along with the sound of her heeled boots clicking along the marble floor.

Denise: As for the rest of the VVC I don't care who you throw at me. I'm going to stand and fight until none of you are left standing. Issac I don't think you realize what you have done. You think that the Darkside if just Necra, the twins, and a few others... No. There are a lot more of us, and we are all coming. The old man has called everyone home and you still have someone that does not belong to you. You hold your dogs on leashes, and we are unleashed. You control them, we are not controlled. We are death and we will do whatever it takes to take the Queen home and bring an end to the VVC.

She laughs as it echos through the massive room that she stood in.

Denise: As for my brother Dread, I know that you will not disappoint. We have stood at odds and we have stood together. This match is going to be everyone for themselves. We know what we must do and how it will all go down. No one can stop what is coming and we will fight until we have nothing left within. Dread you have stood by Necra, and myself and given me a niece. Family will always be thicker than water and no matter what happens we will always be family. But if it comes down to the two of us in the ring, then I will fight just as I know you will. 

She turns the corner in the room, and heads down a long hallway with her boots clicking on the floor.

Denise: As for you my dearest friend, we know that you will do whatever it takes to get Joanne back and make the VVC pay for everything that they have done. Seph we have seen a lot of things in our life times and stood together in fights against all odds. This match is no different from any of those fights, except that we got to weed through the rest of these fools and our own to get to the end and take what is rightfully meant to be in the darkside. I am your knight and I will stand with you until it comes to the last.

As she continues along the hallway she turns looking over her shoulder. She could have sworn she heard footsteps beside hers. She turns and continues along.

Denise: As for you Genocide... I'm not even sure what I should stay besides you really shouldn't be focusing on one person. So what if you know Stalker? Everyone does! You think that he is the big threat here? Hell no! You are just like so many others. Focused on someone or something that doesn't matter. The Dark Army is coming but you are not part of it. You can claim anything that you like, about your titles and such. I've held one for two years straight and no one could touch me. I've been in this business for a long time and held title after title, been in halls of fame but this is a new place and no one has anything just yet. So its time to put up or shut up and show what you are made of. Maybe you can make it, but I somehow doubt that you will. This is where it all ends for most of the roster and the Darkside will walk away with what is ours. The Dark Rider comes and she comes for thee. See you soon and good luck, you're going to need it.

She smirks as the sound of a screen door ripping is heard. She turns and sees a young man wearing a long coat wielding a long shimmering silver sword in hand.

Man: There you are. I knew that you were in the city.

Denise: I can't even enjoy a quiet evening can I?

Man: Prepare to die!

Denise sighs and pulls a long sword from the coat she wore and sighs. They rush at each other and soon clash as the scene fades to black.

 

[Admin]

E Nomine by Vater Unser hits. The lights go out. Then strobe lights begin flashing. Bells ring, speaking begins as wind blows. A figure is kneeling at the entrance as the music picks up.

Don Master: "Der Kaiser" Gottliche Krieger a big powerful man and a new member of the V.V.C.

Then suddenly the figure stands and throws off his crimson cloak revealing shimmering polished armor and a large Byzantine cross hangs from his neck. Monks in brown robes surround him and chant as they lead him to the ring. Inside the ring are four beautiful German women who hold the ropes open for him. He stands his arms out as the women unlatch the straps and begin to remove his armor leaving his helmet on. When the armor is off and he is wearing a silver leather version of his armor. He reaches up and pulls his helmet off slowly his shimmering blue eyes staring at the camera intently. The women bow and step from the ring holding part of hi sacred armor. The monk then begin to pray and anoint him with incense and sacred oils as he bows and they bless him. They then leave as he stands and cracks his neck, wrists, and knuckles. Krieger grabs a microphone.

Gottliche Krieger: Guten Abend! I know many of you are wondering a great many things. Who am I? Why am I here? Why am I allying with the V.V.C.? What are my intentions in the When Worlds Collide Rumble? I am "Der Kaiser"! Gottliche Krieger! I am here for two reasons. Destruction and vengeance. The V.V.C. are the means to an end for my vengeance. I will be entering the WWC rumble not to win, but to ensure Sephiroth Du Lac does not win. Years ago I found myself enchanted by the most beautiful, courageous, and strongest woman I ever met... Joanne Canelli. She rejected me. That is fine, but then Sephiroth Du Lac decided that by me telling her of my feelings it was an insult to him. So he came for me. He chose the stipulations and the time and place. Sephiroth... do you remember what happened? Not only did you accidentally strike Joanne... I defeated you. You fell before my righteous fury. My hand was raised in victory. Then is a desperate attempt to assuage your ego, you released Joanne and gave your blessing for her to wed the bumbling buffoon Uh Oh. He is weak, craven, and pathetic. It is because of this Joanne is now being held by the V.V.C. I came here to destroy you and free her from your grasp forever and to protect her from your machinations. No longer will you be able to use her as a bargaining chip. As for Uh Oh. You are as much to blame for Joanne's predicament as Sephiroth so you will also feel my wrath.

Krieger pauses looking at the crowd as they start booing him he closes his eyes and tilts his head back breathing in their fury and hatred.

Krieger: You! All of you are just like Uh Oh, weak, pathetic, screaming in impotent fury! V.V.C. is here and the end for NEW will start in its infancy.

Krieger drops the microphone as the camera fades to black.

[Admin]

The dark room has candles creating the only illumination. Isaac Boothe stands in his grey pinstripe suit and red tie. Behind is the diabolic figure of Oni. Oni stares at the camera with black unblinking eyes.

Isaac Boothe: N-E-W... On paper N-E-W has more people than V.V.C. But there is a difference... unity. We are a strong alliance. N-E-W is a hodgepodge of talent of varying skill levels. They have their own goals and desires. Yes defeating V.V.C is one of the goals. Other goals are the N-E-W World Championship. Only one person can win the goal. The V.V.C understand this but we know we can trust one another until only we remain. Then no matter who wins we all win.

Oni continues unblinking and unmoving as he stares at the camera.

Isaac Boothe: I brought some enforcers, some hitmen, heavy hitters whose sole goal is to eliminate all who oppose us. Sephiroth Du Lac, Necra Octavien Kane, Denise De'Vil, The Umbris Twins, Stalker Knight and the rest of his Parliament. The Blue Whaler, Brian Kennedy, even Juste. If you crossed us, you will be taken out. Your makeshift alliance will fall apart the moment one of your allies realizes they can eliminate you when your back is turned. So what good is a larger force when all involved raise their swords to declare war, while sharpening their knives to stab each other in the back. The time has come and NEW will fall befor eit is fully formed. You have been warned...

Oni: Keshi saru!!

The camera fades to black

[Admin]

Ander is sitting backstage in the locker room he shares with Mira Umbris. He is lacing up his boots. He sees the cameraman enter.

Ander Umbris: Greetings NEWverse. It is countdown to the crowning moment. When Worlds Collide Rumble. Every competitor under NEW fighting for the right to be the Champion of the World. V.V.C., you came in and caused chaos.You thought through ambushes and group attacks you could cause fear and intimidation.

Ander puts one foot on the floor and stands tying his hair back.

Ander Umbris: Dean Tyler, the leader, the visionary, the head of this serpent... You and your kind have kicked up every hive and every nest of every group and individual in N-E-W. Do you really think you or any of your allies stand a chance at winning?

Ander looked into the camera.

Ander Umbris: The majority of your group is made up of freaks and rejects. They are also made up of traitors. The traitors will be dealt with by the Darkside. If any of you make it to the end of this match it will be a miracle. This is the end of the V.V.C. Once you are all eliminated it will clear a path to the crown and it is in my blood to achieve greatness and so my destiny is at hand.

Ander walks past the camera as it fades to black.

[Thantos Myssiah]

*Suddenly, the arena is plunged into total darkness and the crowd looks on intently with anticipation. At this point, an ominous "Black Cross" symbol appears across the Neo-Tron, and accompanied by it is the loud, roaring sound of guitar riffs beginning to kick in across the building's sound system. Mere seconds later, the Neo-Tron screen abruptly shifts to pure static and the tension builds as after a flurry of drums kick in, the following words begin to echo throughout the building*

”Listen up

There's not a moment to spare

It's quite a drop from the top

So how are you feeling down there?

It's a cold, cruel, harsh reality

Caught, stuck, here with your enemies”

*At these very words, BOOM! An overwhelming explosion rocks the arena to its core and in turn, the entire crowd is on its feet with fists raised and deafening screams of approval, as the hell-raising chorus of "Enemies" by Shinedown cuts onto the PA in full force! At this, the curtain flips back and without any further ado, the sadistically smirking figure of Thantos Myssiah himself steps out and onto the top of the stage! Thereafter, Thantos struts fiercely down the ramp to a chorus of boos from this entire capacity crowd of NEW fans joining us here tonight. Moments later he finally reaches the ring area whereupon climbing inside, the self-proclaimed "Death Stalker" sets off to do his signature salute taunt from each corner of the ring, defiantly raising both his fists and a set of familiar middle fingers to the crowd. Once concluding with these routine taunts of his, he ventures over to the back corner of the ring, and at receiving a mic from the ring announcer below he goes to stand squarely in the middle of the ring, perfectly over the NEW logo imprinted there on the canvas. The self-proclaimed "Death Stalker" continues awaiting all the crowd noise over his appearance to subside, and as it does, he steps forward somewhat further toward the nearest set of ropes. A brief instant later, with one arm resting comfortably on the ring ropes Thantos fully raises his microphone with the other then clears his throat in preparation to once again address the entire NEW world, an address in the most major of ways

Thantos:*AHEM* And so it begins ...the final stretch, the final few days' worth of hype and buildup heading into the Neo Wrestling's first return Pay-Per-View, and hey …by all means, I think it's simple enough to understand now as to why the man you're all looking at right now …is on his way there!!

*Thantos glances up to sadistically smirk at the entire crowd and in response, he's greeted with yet another round of decidedly negative boos*

Thantos: Hahaha, well first off …I'll continue to be the bigger man here and turn the other cheek to ignore those boos, to push aside my noticing of your other nonsense …in general, being displayed folks. You see, I'll be doing so since I know all you rotten, good-for-nothing @$$holes are victims of two blatantly unfortunate things as of late. In fact, they're the same two things apparently plaguing my opponents for that night …if I'm not mistaken. That'd be flat-out jealousy of The Death Stalker, and foremost just plain ignorance all things considered …

*Thantos again briefly stops short to shake his head in obvious disgust at those surrounding him here tonight*

Thantos: Yeah every last one of you in the building tonight heard me correctly, a moment ago. I said you're all victims of your own f*cking STUPIDITY!! These days, as is the morons that are employed here, be frank about it! And what makes things even worse, is that these over-the-hill egomaniacs …continues to spread the vile disease known as stupidity. They go right on verbally filling the NEW world full of crap …when in reality, what they need to be doing is preparing not mentally or verbally, but physically for what's to come for her on at the When Worlds Collide Show. However, even in the midst of what otherwise was a dreadful backstage speech to have to sit through, I managed to overhear at least a few select things from everyone that I'd like to address in more detail at this time, if I may. So if you aren’t already doing so NEW, then listen up …and listen good, since unlike the rest of that are sadly employed for this company …I won't repeat what I'm about to say a billion times in order to get my basic enough point made for a single time …

*Just then Thantos motions for the nearest cameraman to get completely in the ring, and after this request is fulfilled. “The Death Stalker" gets right up into the lens of the camera for the full effect of what's he about to say it would seem*

Thantos: Now NEW, I don't know where in Giah's name you get off thinking you're every bit as big and bad as you repeatedly make yourselves out to be lately. Not a bit, in reality, NEW …all you're coming across as to me is a bitter, spiteful wrestler …who's taken one too many chair shots to the ole' cranium and doesn't know when to quit running the proverbial "yapper" while still the least bit ahead in any way. Really NEW, I thought last month's hideously one-sided beat-down of your @$$ would have been sufficient evidence as to why I'm STILL smarter, STILL stronger …and STILL more capable all around for an NEW competitor, than you'll ever be. But alas, instead all it seems to have proven is that you know how to run your mouth like a pompous prick. When in the safety of your little backstage locker room from yours truly, just not when you must face me head-on inside THIS NEW ring like a mature adult …

*Thanots pauses, to let his words sink in. He smirks, as he looks dead into the camera, before speaking again*

Thantos: I mean, come on NEW …you may be able to fool the idiots here tonight, into buying into your mindless drivel about me, but on the day you fool me into doing so, is the same day your future home come freezes over. Hades, that is if you're still competent enough to be following my "drift" at this point. Honestly NEW, you can say whatever you'd like about how you think my past few years in wrestling have been a "failure" or a "fraud" or whatever else may pop into your thick skull in the heat of the moment, but in truth …in Reality NEW you know that even after you pulled out that disgraceful victory over your last opponent to advance in your career, I WILL go on regardless to achieve many more things that have should on to my collective legacy over the years. NEW, you say I only use the name "legend" for gimmick purposes but as far as I'm concerned it YOU that’s a glorified stuntman...who may be using them for such purposes, when it comes right down to it. Particularly NEW we differ, because while I went on to achieve my greatest dream and finally got a decent contract offer …you choked up the Tag Titles to that chump *Bleep* less than a month after you won them, and from there after …you lost THOSE titles back to the team I did so much for …in the first place! You went straight back downhill, you returned to your natural habitat of the lowly life. Until eventually you managed to pull the same bullshyte over in the “other company” as you did to me the first time around by using dirty tactics learned from that putrid hardcore division to get your grubby little paws back on top-notch gold …didn’t work, did it?? Should of stayed with *Bleep*, huh??

*Thantos pauses again, as he keeps his eyes locked on the camera*

Thantos: And now, now after making such a pitiful joke of yourselves over the years …you expect to be taken seriously by me, you expect your words and accusations about ME to actually intimidate me the slightest bit after all you've done YOURSELVES to show you're nothing but a crazed daredevil from the worthless, despicable md-card ranks of NEW? Day by day now you're doing nothing but making me sicker and sicker to my stomach over the hypocritical bullshyte you're hellbent on spewing out. You're making me so sick in fact, that come When World’s Collide …I've decided it's in the best interest of professional wrestling as a whole to exterminate what's left of your dignity forevermore, and no matter what the cost of that is …I'm certainly willing to pay it. You see, the reason I challenged you last week to the clean, strictly one on one affair for the PPV is that I felt ….dare I say it, a slight bit of sympathy for you after how badly you'd already been embarrassed and disfigured at my hands as it is on the 31st of July. But Hades, even after I try to show some f*cking remorse to you by giving you the easier challenge for the broken-down bodies you carry around …you do nothing, but toss it straight back in my face. Pfft, you actually think you're impressing these fans, and you with your over-sized ego seem pleased to be "showing off" with this “Ridiculous” stipulation that's been put on the table. Yet, in something called REALITY all you're doing is digging an even deeper grave to be buried in soon enough …when I get my hands back on that scrawny little neck of yours, a neck I'll soon have a firm grip on with nothing less in mind than strangling it non-stop until you cease to breathe any longer, until those gums of yours are no longer able to flap the way they have thus far …

*Just then a maniacal grin crosses the face of Thantos in the midst of what he's saying, and his expression shift from that of a serious nature to one of sadistic satisfaction towards what he's saying here tonight*

Thantos: But nonetheless, I said that no matter the cost …I'm willing to sacrifice it all in order to rid this business of you for good. So that's exactly the motto I intend to stick to all the way, when it comes to taking it to the "Neo Level" as you've so brashly chosen to call me out on. NEW, these fans all around me may not cheer me much anymore for my actions, but you can bet your @$$ …they'll be cheering even if only for a moment. When they hear the two words coming out of my mouth in regard to making this match for When World’s Collide ...and those would be, “Any Time”!!

*And sure enough, the entire audience temporarily goes nuts for Thantos' acceptance to be added to an already epic clash of superstars for the When World’s Collide PPV-Battle Royal*

Thantos: Just remember though, that after I show you up and make a fool of your @$$ for the second time in a year, after I've obliterated you in your own more Neo environment …that it was not me, but YOU …who brought this on yourself. I was always the one here, who wanted to do things the more professional way …by settling our differences in the squared circle, but you were the one who's chosen to kick things up a notch by bringing this "anything goes" set of conditions into the overall equation for When World’s Collide. So, in closing for the time being …I leave you with this parting message that even if nothing else will hopefully sink into your head to a certain degree ...NEW, the truth that I always have been and always will be the better man among us no matter what the circumstances are. It's out there and at NEW's latest celebration of its new show …there indeed won't be much to celebrate, once I've introduced you to the truth up close, and personal for the final time. Furthermore, after I've extinguished what's left of your tragically useless careers …even if it's the last thing I do. I'll make sure, you learn firsthand JUST how much that same truth, can hurt for an overconfident ass-wipe like yourselves …who's in over their head!!

*Thereafter Thantos tosses aside the mic, as "Enemies" by Shinedown starts back up on the PA. He rolls out of the ring with a determined, fiercely focused, and intense look like never before smeared directly across his face. As Thantos finishes exiting up the ramp and finally disappears through the curtain, we experience a fade to black*

[drowningcurrent]

Bring the Violence by Eric Herrera

[drowningcurrent]

A Business Decision Made Difficult by Lonestar Outlaws

[alleliterubyyt]

Good luck