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#819 WXW Genesis 2019 Predictions

Posted by Thund3rEnigma on 03 March 2019 - 08:57 PM

Jennifer Enigma ©

• versus •

Erin Stone


Prediction:My Match

Why My Match 




Necra Octavian Kane ©

• versus •




Why?:More Experience but I wouldn't take anything from Lightning though I love that character to wouldn't shock me if Lightning walked away with this one  as well.




Amber Scott ©

• versus •

Lindsey Flare


Prediction: Amber Scott

Why?:Been waiting for Lindsey Flare to Step Up




The Bloodline (Briana Scott & Piper Scott) ©

• versus •

Freaks & Geeks (Lindsey Calaway & Valerie Valour)


Prediction:Freaks and Geeks 

Why?:A great team and work well together. Lindsey never ceases to amaze me neither does Val.




Mystress Synn

• versus •

Neva Stone


Prediction The Fans

Why?:Two hungry newer competitors not sure who is gonna come out on top 




Kimberly "McQueen" McKnight ©

• versus •

Danielle Scott


Prediction:Kimberly McKnight

Why?: Been a great champion and will not give up her championship that easily




World Elite (Amanda Macleod & Agent Carter)

• versus •

Angels of Darkness (Tiffany Saints & Kelly Robinson)


Prediction:World Elite

Why?: Agent Carter and Amanda need this win




The Pride (Martha Venegas, Rachel Storm & Veronica Rodriguez)

• versus •

East Meets West Connection (Bad Sazuki, Tornado Red II & Teresa)

• versus •

The Bloodline (Sky Scott, Maeve Russo & Harmony LeBlanc)


Prediction:The Pride

Why?: More Experience and when they try can dominate.



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#935 Aphrodite • versus • Ayumi

Posted by Valerie Valour on 16 April 2019 - 05:10 PM

Clicky Click Me!  :)

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#912 The Stone Sisters • versus • Necra Octavian Kane & Elena Dread

Posted by NOK on 11 April 2019 - 03:03 PM

Act 1: A walk through time






The scene opens on the beautiful countryside of Virginia. Spring had already started, and the weather had started to turn warm. The camera moves over the vast fields. Cows and horses dotted the fields as the camera soon moves over the vast James River that wound itself along the land. The mountains loomed over the valleys as the bright colored wild flowers started to bloom once again. The tall magnolia trees lined the side o the road, with the sound of wild cardinals, chickadees, and finches took wing in search of their next meal.The camera moves over the long stretch of interstate filled with cars and massive trucks heading in both directions. The camera moves over the beautiful three masted ships at the James Town Settlement, before coming to a stop on what appears to be a place out of time. Colonial Williamsburg. Horse pulled carriages moved along the cobble stone streets carrying tourists along the streets taking in the history that was around them. Others walked along the old sidewalks and headed into the shops that lined either side of the streets. The smells from the bakery, and taverns filled the air, causing ones mouth to water at the thought of the treats within the old walls. The open air market place was filled with people as the sound of musket fire echoed over the streets.In the crowd of people we see a familiar face. She was dressed in a black leather jacket, and a pair of pants with silver writing against black cloth. Her long raven hair hung down her back against her pale skin, and her golden eyes caught the sunlight that was above her. It was Necra. She was taking in the sights around her and enjoying the quiet of the afternoon.


Necra: Colonial Williamsburg, the only place where you can still see the modern world from the streets of the old world. Within the walls of the shops modern technology is found but most of it, if not all of it is based off of the original homes and buildings that once stood here. I know you are all wondering where I've been for the last week or so. I've been in training, and healing up after my last title defense. I decided to make a stop here just to relax a bit before I head off to my next match. I'm surprised that I was teamed wit Elena Dread. But I'm willing to give it a go.


She walks along passing through the crowds that moved along the sidewalk. Something catches her eye that didn't seem to be part of the modern world. A woman dressed in a long period dress moved along without anyone seeing her. It was a spirit moving among the world of the living. Necra smiles softly as she stops in front of the private homes decorated with wreathes made from lilacs, and apples, and other fresh flowers that could be found.


Necra: Erin, and Neva... The sisters of Rock and Roll. Please.. I've heard you play and you are not that good. I've faced you Erin in other places and my God you are worthless. You haven't held any titles here and yet you want to stand against me? Ever since I came back into the WXW I've managed to take the title from Vero and held onto it since then. You two are just little wannabes in more ways than one. Princess of Rock and Roll? Wow... That's not original or anything. You're band geeks no matter how you look at it. Neva I've never heard of you let alone ever seen you in the ring, but I know your sister will do everything in the ring just to keep you safe and out of my hands. But we all know that's not going to happen. This is a tourney and trust me I plan on getting all the way to the end and if that means I have to destroy the two of you then so be it.


Necra continues along the cobblestone sidewalks and soon comes to the Governors Palace. It loomed over the rest of the buildings and seemed to give off a strange feeling. She looked up toward one of the windows and there stood the same young woman looking out at the streets below.


Necra: The governors palace. Only a handful of people have ever called this place home. The last governor that stayed here let when the revolution started in fear that they would come for him and his family. Then in 1781 it burnt down during the siege of York Town. It has been rebuilt, and redone into it former glory. But the spirits still remain within the walls, lost in time. As for the World Elite, Lindsey I've already destroyed you in one match, and now you and your so called partner will face off against myself and Elena. Lindsey you've held the Television title twice but that doesn't impress me. If you held one of the higher titles then maybe I would be impressed. As for you Amanda I've never heard of you, let alone seen you in the ring. Amanda I've seen one like you before. But are you truly immortal? If I were you I wouldn't make such claims. But then again, it doesn't matter you will meet defeat in the middle of the ring, no matter what you do to stop me.


She enters through the portcullis of the grounds, and she starts to head toward the massive garden maze that sat behind the house. The maze was already lush and green and the pathway had been cleared of debris from the long winter months.


Necra: Bloodlines... Meh champions and competitors. How many times have I stepped against any of you and pulled off a win and held a title over you? Enough... I've never been impressed with any of you, and with good reason. You have held the lowest titles that only a handful of people would even want. I made the Parental Adversary title something to go after when it was in AUW. Then you came in behind and took it, making it nothing more than a joke. I have a feeling IF you won the tag titles the same thing would happen. I have more confidence in World Elite more than you... And that's saying something. Speaking of which you have yet to even open your mouths about this tourney. Are you scared? Or have you finally realized that everyone else is better than you? But then again, it's not that hard to be better than you. Elena and I will do what we have to do and take our rightful place as the number one contender for the tag titles.


She starts to walk along the path that wound itself through the maze heading toward the center of the maze.


Necra: As for the Saints of Los Angeles tell me what have you done that should make me sit up and take notice of either one of you? Nothing. You're just like everyone else in this match. You think you're hot shit when you are worthless and can't get anywhere in the company to prove yourself. You have yet to say anything to the loser team you're facing off against so that tells me one thing... You're not worth anyone's time, including mine. Cheerleaders... God that is pathetic. Ho many cheerleaders is there in this company? Is it a right of passage in life to be a cheerleader and a wrestler? I don't really know if there is anything that I can say to you that I haven't already said to the other teams. The point I want to make clear is that NONE of you can hold a candle to my partner and I. So bring everything that you have into the match and see how long you can last against us.


She soon reaches the middle of the maze and sees a fountain that was turned on, and sprayed water up into the air, before falling into the stone basin below it. Necra smile watching the water before sitting on the edge of the fountain.


Necra: Ladies just know that you have one hell of a fight on your hands no matter what you do to try and stop us. I don't plan on walking away with nothing, and I'll make sure of that. By the end of this match you will be broken, battered, beaten, bruised, bloodied, and humiliated. This will be a night to remember, and another successful win. I am the Goddess of Death, The Queen of the Dead, The Lady in Black, The Angel of Death, The Reaper of Souls, a 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 smiles as she sees a shadow move across the ground. She turns and sees a form starting to form as the scene fades to black.

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#911 World Elite • versus • The Bloodline

Posted by Lindsey Flare on 10 April 2019 - 12:04 AM

The scene opens up in the world elite locker room.

The cameraman sees Amanda Macleod and she begins to speak.

So once again myself and agent carter have to face the bloodline. Well personally I don't care which two it is.

You see bloodline we are gonna go thru you to get to the main event. Personally I am ready to end you girls careers.

Agent then speaks.

So bloodline we meet again and I know we have been taking you to easily but that stops tonight as we destroy you and leave you laying Looking at the lights.

As for the winners of the other matches I hope you are ready to see a new world elite. You see tonight we destroy everyone and put the tag team division on notice.

Amanda speaks.

Tonight world elite does whatever it takes to win both matches and become the number one contenders.

Scene fades to black.
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#907 R.C. $tacks

Posted by R.C. Stacks on 03 April 2019 - 01:53 AM

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[ • W O M E N ' S . E X T R E M E . W R E S T L I N G • ]
[ • O F F I C I A L . C O M P E T I T O R ' S . R E C O R D • ]
[ • C O M P E T I T O R ' S . I N F O R M A T I O N • ]
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Picture Base/CAW Description:  Sasha Banks
Ring Name:  R.C. 'Paper' $tacks (interchangable w/ R.C. $tacks)
Nicknames (If Applicable):  The Boss Bitch | The Answer
Real Name:  Rochelle Charlene Moore
Birthday:  09/30/1991
Debut Date:  2018
Height:  5’4”
Weight:  119 lbs.
Hometown/Billed From:  Houston, Tx.
Alignment/Disposition (Delete ALL that do NOT apply):
- [x] Cowardly Heel
Tendency to Cheat (Delete ALL that do NOT apply):
- [x] Always
Motivation to Compete (Delete ALL that do NOT apply):
- [x] Financial Gain; they want to get rich and will do anything to achieve that.
- [x] Glory; they are obsessed with winning and will stop at nothing to avoid defeat.
- [x] Going for Gold; all they care about are title belts and winning them. They want to be the best.
- [x] Punishment; they fight as a way to unleash their frustrations. They just want to hurt people.
- [x] Platform; they want fame and believe using fighting as a stepping stone is the way to go.
Personality:  Cocky
Fighting Style:  Technical-Brawler *fights dirty*
Wrestler similar to:  N/A
Signature Match:  N/A
Favorite Weapons:  Gold-plated knuckle rings
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[ • R I N G S I D E . I N F O R M A T I O N • ]
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Entrance Music:  "Drip Too Hard" - Lil Baby x Gunna
Entrance Description:  A full-on marching band precedes a wave of flipping cheerleaders, full of energy, they come prancing down -- pom-poms in hand, smiles stretched across their faces, moving to the beat of the percussion.  At the commencement of a drum roll, the spectacle breaks into a division of two at either side of the ramp, two cheerleaders in particular roll out a canvas with the word “$tacks” stretched across it in colorful bold letters, it wouldn’t be long before the woman herself comes shredding through the banner to “Drip Too Hard” by Lil Baby and Gunna.  R.C. $tacks swaggers through the sea of pom-poms, bypassing the band, as she heads for the steps.  On the apron, she’d flash a cocky grin, flexing her bedazzled blazer just prior to crossing the threshold to take center ring; dusting her shoulders and concluding with a pose which ignites gold pyro from each post.
Ring Attire:  HERE
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[ • I N . R I N G . I N F O R M A T I O N • ]
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Regular Moves:  Abdominal Stretch, Northern Lights Suplex, Standing Moonsault, Modified Russian Leg Sweep, Cross-Arm Neckbreaker, Float Over DDT, Butterfly Suplex, Half Nelson Facebuster, Forward Roll Leg Sweep, Snapmare with connecting Dropkick, Double Underhook Lock, Belly to Belly Slam, Cobra Clutch, Frankensteiner, Spinning Back Heel Kick, Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker, Rolling Cutter, Flying Crossbody, Wheel Kick, Tiger Mask, Fameouser, Sitout Jawbreaker, Roundhouse Kick, Dragon Suplex, Package Piledriver, Dragon Whip
Signature Move(s):  Bankrupt (*Oncoming Opp.* Spinning Knee-to-back Backbreaker pop-up trans. into STO), Drip Too Hard (MVP's Ballin' Elbow Drop), Racks-on-Racks (Three Rolling German Suplexes)
Primary Finisher:  Cash Out (Curb Stomp)
Secondary Finisher(s):  Queendome (Running Enzuigiri)
Special Finisher:  $tacked Deck (Scissor's Kick)
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Biography:  Win at all costs.  And you can be certain that, whatever the costs, R.C. 'Paper' $tacks is more than capable of covering.  The self-proclaimed Boss Bitch comes to the all-female promotion simply to dominate.  There is no line she will not cross.  No rule she will not break.  If it ensures success, she will comply.
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[ • C O M P E T I T O R ' S . C O N T R A C T • ]
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Base Salary:  25,000 per appearance
Signing Bonus:  2,500
Length of Contract:  6 months
Special Concessions:
Transportation- WXW only covers air-travel.
Hotel- WXW secures room, but any additional expenses comes out of Ms. Moore's pocket.
Time Off- At the request of Ms. Moore only 7 days total, unless injury permits her from competing.
Championship Bonus- A small 5,000 dollar bonus will be awarded for every Championship adhered, an additional 3,000 for each successful defense.
Downside- Due to Ms. Moore being newly signed, she isn't given access to a limousine or her own changing room; also the fee(s) for her extraordinary entrance, wardrobe, etc. are deducted from her base salary.
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Manager(s):  N/A
Tag Team Partner(s):  N/A
Faction Partner(s):  N/A
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::making an impression | scene 001::
If there was one thing Rochelle Moore knew how to do better than anyone, it was make an impression; and tonight she had made a long-lasting impression on the VWA Universe with a single blow that sent the Vixen's Champion careening.  The final imagery before Hardcore Halloween went off the air, was of her standing tall over the limp body of Heather Haze holding the belt high above her head.
Moments later...
Sashaying through the hall with her undeniable swagger - confidence on ten, feeling like a boss that’d just overthrown the company’s top bitch (probably because she had) - was Rochelle.  The hint of a smirk that played in the corner of her mouth was obvious indication that she was still reeling from her encounter with the Vixen's Champion, as were many throughout the compound.  One in particular by the name of Todd Lee would approach her with a mic practically glued to the inside of his fist, eager to be the first to break the story with an exclusive from the new mystery woman.
Todd Lee:
"Excuse me, Rochelle, if I may inquire you regarding what we've all just witnessed moments ago.." (Rochelle, ceasing in movement, shrugs her shoulders and gives a slight nod instructing Todd to commence with any questions he has regarding the infamous kick heard around the world.) "..many, myself included, are curious as to what brought on such an unprecedented assault?"
He cranes the mic in her direction, awaiting her response.  When Rochelle would part her full lips for the first time, a honey sweet sound would vibrate from her vocal chords.
"Two words.  Heather Haze.  In my initial tweet I made a broad comment that suggested whoever was to emerge the new Vixen's Champion would have me to deal with in the end.  Mind you, I didn't tag anyone or throw a subliminal jab in anyone's direction.  But Heather had the nerve.. the audacity.. the blatant arrogance to not only respond but shade me in the process.  Meanwhile I'm reading her response(s) all the while thinking, 'You know nothing about me sis, why you so pressed over a tweet that wasn't directed at you?'  But I'm confident that after what she got in that ring tonight, as a small consequence for putting her hands on me, I made an impression."
Fans, watching the following via titantron, roared in response.  Todd would wield the VWA stamped microphone back to his lips to address the glowing vixen before him.
Todd Lee:
"Not to rain on your parade, but I'm not too sure you're aware of the extent of the damages your actions could pose on your career.  In addition to being Vixen's Champion, Heather Haze is also Head of Vixen Affairs, which practically makes her untouchable."
"Untouchable." (Scoffs.) "Yeah, didn't look that way to me."
Her snide remarks uttered on a whisper, Todd continued, knowing from experience how catty the VWA Vixens are; and that snarky comments such as the one Rochelle made about Heather Haze were quite common especially when dealing with foes.  Like they were turning out to be.
Todd Lee:
"Heather Haze is arguably the most powerful figure in the Vixen's Division.  Are you not the slightest worried that she'll be looking to exact her revenge?"
Revenge.  They all knew it was coming.  Although Rochelle hadn't known Heather for very long, she didn't seem like the type to just let things go.  Rochelle had spoiled her victory by humiliating her on what should have been the best night of her life.  Revenge was a sure thing.  But the Glow Goddess would be ready.
"Not at all -- I'm too lit for the bullshit.  If Heather wants to come crawling back for seconds, I will be more than happy to oblige her.  Frankly, I never get tired of socking bitches in their faces."
And with a flashing smile and wink, Rochelle would depart; with a slight bounce in her step that wasn't noticeable before.  The scene concludes with Todd Lee looking on as she disappears down the hall.
::this little light of mine | scene 002::
Sitting in isolation underneath the ultraviolet glow in her locker room is Rochelle.  Though much of her face and body remains unseen, the lime hue of her eye shadow, hair, and attire manage to burn brightly.  Her hands are brought together in a prayer like stance in the gap of her legs.  Her hooded-head bowed for but a moment, slowly rising to glare into the camera.
"The moment we've waited for is now on the brink of fruition.  I say to those fans who have pined for this night for weeks, that I have shared in your anticipation for years.. years of wanting, wishing, and wondering if I'd ever reach this point.  Now that it's here, I will not let anything stop the momentum I've established as I look to acquire the Vixen's Championship for myself."
She glares around the room, a gasp steals her breath from her.
"So many stars in attendance tonight.. but it will be me who shines brightest among them; possessing something that they do not have.  What I have cannot be taught in a gym or bought at a retail outlet; it ain't a muscle that can be worked out or an item that can be implanted like silicone -- it is God given talent.  It is mine to share with the world.  And the best thing about it is, no one - hard as they may try - can ever take it away from me."
The camera hones in on her features as she transitions to a more relevant topic, that being her opponent Sky Scott.
"Sky Scott and I are two women who happen to debut on the same night; no petty differences to be hashed out, just two respectable women with undying affection for this business coming together to give an unforgettable performance.  Me, being an African-American woman raised in a country that was built by and for the flourishment of the Caucasian-American man, I don't expect anything easy to come my way -- I never do.. so I will enter this situation like I would any other; relentless and unwilling to compromise my victory.  My light will shine.. and it will burn."
Fade to black.
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#864 Jennifer Enigma © • versus • Erin Stone

Posted by Becksploder on 13 March 2019 - 06:18 PM


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#861 Necra Octavian Kane © • versus • Lightning

Posted by Mr Green on 13 March 2019 - 11:45 AM

"Wind up toy" by Alice Cooper is heard in the background as the WXW live stream comes to life. The wind howls in the darkness. A thick fog rising up, covering the area. Thunder echoes through the dark skies as the storm is coming near. A sudden lightning flash, a face appears quickly into the view, woman with dark hair, a cracked mask covering her face, then disappears back into the darkness. Moments pass as humming is heard along with the music playing. Thunder clashes once again, as another lightning flash follows soon after. This time the woman's face appears again, but without the mask, then disappears again.


A woman's voice interupts the music playing, "Who do you think you will face? Masked or unmasked? Does it really matter?"


The  woman , dressed in black, hoists a pile of dirt with an old shovel, and tosses it to the side. Shoving the shovel back into the ground, hoisting the dirt once again to the side.


Lightning: " It doesn't matter what side, or sides of me you are going to face this time around. When all is said and done, this is where you will remain. I have chose a nice resting place for you to spend the rest of your life at. You claim to be the Goddess of Death. You can and shall have a permanent resting place in death. Don't worry, you will have plenty of time to reflect on your life, and it's decisions that will get you to this place."


Lightning continues to dig the grave as she quietly hums along to her favorite music. The thunder and lightning continues on and off as the wind begins to become very strong.


Another familiar voice beckons through the wind.


Mr. Green :"The casket was prepared to your exact specifications.I will personally see to it that it arrives at the arena safely, and undamaged."


The followers of Lightning, dressed in hooded robes, appear out of the fog and darkness, carrying the casket. Upon reaching the new gravesite, they set it down gently and disappear once again into the darkness.


Lightning: "Fit for a Queen." Lightning looks over the casket.. Quietly opens it. Inside it is decorated in dark red velvet, lined with gold jewels.


Lightning:" Take a look Miss Necra. Designed specially for the Queen of Darkness, Angel of Death and whatever monickers you choose to believe yourself to be. For the inside of this casket, shall be your new home for some time to come. Hope you will be pleased when you get to see it first hand, and you get to feel  what your new home will be like. When we meet for this time, you will be placed in this casket willing or unwillingly. Would you like to get a first hand view of what you will be seeing?"


Lightning closes the casket lid. A small dimly lit light glows inside the casket as a camera mounted inside  springs to life. Lightning's voice echoes inside the casket, as she had a receiver mounted in the casket as well.


Lightning:" Savor this view Miss Necra. Do you like it? Hope it is to your demands in life. You want to be the Queen of Death. here you can rest like the death that you claim to be."


The sound of thunder and the beginning down pour of rain is heard from inside the casket. 


Lightning: "You want the darkness. I will bring you the darkness, and pain, and your death. Enjoy your time will it lasts."


The darkness of the new gravesite is shown once again, as the rain pours down. lightning flashes across the sky. Lightning's face appears out of the darkness, once again with the broken mask covering her face then disappears for the final time.

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#833 Necra Octavian Kane © • versus • Lightning

Posted by NOK on 08 March 2019 - 11:40 PM

Act 1: I Dwell in the Darkness


"Hail to you, O Re, guardian of the secrets of the gates which are on his neck of Geb, because of this balance of Re which he weighs out justice daily. Behold, I have hacked up the earth, and I have been permitted to come, having grown old."

Spell 12 - Book of the Dead




The scene opens on the lone countryside of New York. The night had come on fast and the moon casts its glow on the pure white snow below. The fields were once again bare and shimmered brightly, as the long stretch of road seemed to go on for as far as the eye could see. The trees that stood along the road looked like undead creatures with their long fingers stretched to the sky in agony. The camera moves over the long stretch of road and into the town of Dunwich once again. Most of the windows are dark but the smell of fire from the fire places fill the air, and the smoke drifts silently on the air. The camera soon focuses on the old mansion that sat on the hill that over looked the town below. The lights were burning brightly from top to bottom, and it almost seemed like it was a burning beacon against the night sky. The camera moves to the interior of the massive mansion where we see a fountain with a statue of a man with three women at his feet. Red liquid flowed from the fountain and into the pool below. Voices drift from the left side of the house in a massive sitting room. The room was done in a dark cheery wood, with a large red rug in the middle of the room under the Victorian couch and chairs that sat in front of the massive fire place that roared and crackled within the brick walls. We see Necra's mother sitting on the couch with a cup of tea in her hands with Sothren sitting beside her. Necra sits in the big chair with a bright pink tablet in hand.


Cleo: It feels so good to be home.


Soth: Its strange that my brother isn't here with Emily.


Cleo: I have to agree with you it is strange not to see him.


Sothren looks over at Necra and smiles softly.


Soth: You're awfully quiet.


Necra looks up and smiles.


Necra: Just looking over the list for the next few days.


Soth: You're not reaping today?


Necra: No, Mia is filling in for me. I'm going to take over for her when she goes to E3 in June.


Soth: Makes sense.


Cleo: Where's Ex?


Necra: In the building outside. He said he had to get something to take back to the Oasis.


Cleo: Gods knows what is in that building.


Necra's tablet dings and she sighs opening the message and then laughs.


Cleo What is it dearest?


Necra: I have to face off against Lighting again for my title in WXW.


Soth: Again? Didn't you beat her the first time around?


Necra: Yeah I did. I beat the holy hell out of her and yet she thinks she can stand against me now?


Cleo: Dearest she isn't worth your time. You are a Goddess among the rift raft in that company. She wants to be like you but NEVER will be as good as you.


Soth: You're mother is right dearest. Look at the stock you come from. Your mother and I have both been champions. And you uncle is a multiple champion.


Cleo: Your father is right Necra. And you were trained by all of us. You already have his match won. Lighting is just another victim that has come back for more punishment.


Soth: What type of match is it?


Necra moves her finger down the page and smiles a sick smile.


Necra: A Monster Ball Casket match.


Soth: Sounds sexy.


Necra sets her tablet aside and gets to her feet.


Soth: Where are you going?


Necra: I have to get ready for this match. I'll be locked away for a full 24 hours before the match in a dark room... I have to be ready.


Cleo: What do you have in mind?


Necra: I'm going to the only place that can get me ready for this match.


Sothren and Cleo look at each other and then at her.


Both: NO!


Necra: I'll be fine.


Soth: You know what that room can do!


Cleo: Remember what happened to Mia?


Necra: She wasn't ready. I'm not weak willed. I can handle anything that I see in there.


Soth: I know you can, but still it's not something that we wanted you to do.


Cleo: Please don't do this.


Necra: I have to... Lighting is not going to get the upper hand on me, and take my title away from me. She's not worthy of it.


Sothren and Cleo sigh knowing that they weren't going to be able to stop Necra. Necra turns and starts to walk through the house toward the door to the basement.


Necra: Lighting, what didn't you learn the first time that you faced me for my title? I tore you apart and I walked away with the Goddess title once again. Do you think you are going to stop me? You are going to die. This match isn't for the weak let alone someone like you. You play your games and think you can be like me, but like my mother said, you will never be like me. I've been in this business a long time, and held title after title and yet you have to even prove yourself. You failed the first time, and this time will be no different.


Necra moves through the house and into the kitchen. The kitchen was more modern than the rest of the house. The appliances were all done in stainless steel and the floor was done in a black and white marble. The walls were done in a light cherry wood color with the cupboard door handles done in a silver color to match the appliances. Necra passes by the island in the middle of the kitchen, and toward and old wooden door. She opens it and turns on a light revealing a set of old wooden steps that seemed to be beyond repair. The steps creak under her feet as she starts to move down the steps.


Necra: Lighting I'm not sure what else I can say to you that I haven't already said to you the first time around. I beat the holy hell out of Lindsey Flare and that was just another warm up for the next fight, and that next fight is you... Again. This is the perfect match for me. The monster ball... And I am a monster no matter how you look at it. People fear me for they never know where or when  I will strike You are just like everyone else that think they have no fear of what is it to come.  Do you know what it's like to always linger in darkness, wander the other side of the world knowing that there is no room for the broken in the light. I have a plan and when all is said and done I will be even more powerful then I could even imagine.


She soon reaches the bottom of the stairs, and steps into the large room where racks of wine or another dark liquid sat. An open door is open revealing a room with an old fashion dentist chair with what appears to be black leather straps attached to it. A table filled with old rusted surgical tools sat on a dented tray.  She smiles and walks by it, and stops in front of a door that was covered in heavy chains, and locks. The door seems to come to life, with heavy bangs, against the chains. She stands in front of it, watching it, as the bangs get louder, and louder.


Necra: Pure evil is real. Darkness seeps into the world from beyond this door, and I will face whatever is behind it. I'm not the first one of course, but those that have come before have never managed to come out the same way. Those with weak wills or are willing to believe what they see they never last. But me... I will come back out just the same way as I go in. Lighting there is nothing that you can do to stop me. You've tried once before and failed. This time won't be any different. This time there will be no rules, no disqualifications. Anything is aloud and I will use everything to my advantage. I'm sure you will as well, but once again it will not be enough and I will walk away with the Goddess Title once again, leaving you with nothing in the middle of the ring. When all is said and done, you will be broken, battered, beaten, bloodied, bruised and humiliated. I am the Goddess of Death, Queen of the Dead, the lady in black, the Angel of Death, the Reaper of Souls, and 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.


The door soon rips from underneath the heavy chains and locks. Necra stands unphased and walks to the doorway. She looks in and takes a breath. She closes her eyes and opens them, and they are glowing a bright blue. She walks through the door and turns facing the camera.


Necra: Nothing is going to stop me...


The door slams shut in front of her, as the scene fades to black.

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#824 WXW Genesis 2019 Predictions

Posted by Stella Major on 04 March 2019 - 02:01 PM

I tell what think why win or something else.


Jennifer Enigma could keep her cool.


NOK did win because Lightning gave too much yes tired.


Lindsey  Flare had just that extra.


Freaks&Geeks found code how get under opponents skin.


A timelimit draw both couldn,t finish each other.


a double dq both get outside help.


World Elite know trick to keep the better team.


No vote.

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#823 The Bloodline • versus • East Meets West Connection • versus • The Pride

Posted by Stella Major on 04 March 2019 - 10:10 AM

Yes we were there when trio emwc did there strutting. One of them was original Tornado Red. Not the AUW version this red is a mother and a widow next to coach. We all know she give 110% never less.


That last is a problem she need time for her team. So others took her coaching over. Red is ready  to talk.


Red.I know has tell things so fans know us better. But the rudeniss why are still widow?That are wealthy enough get a toy boy or so.


Red. I been in this kind of 3-way match,s so know what do. I know the Pride is good but the Bloodline wanna prove them self !

The fans wanna see a battle they get that. Ain,t love lost between us nine. Do I got beef with Vero No can,t say of Sjy Sxott.

Pride or Bloodline both think we can win we,ll see.


Are we now in old danc studio No. We showered in a motel then would go further. A motel what happend earlier to-day let me tell you ?

A group of male fans brought group in danger so WXW security had split the group.

Yes one part in other hotel and wimen like emwc to a motel near city center. The diner room we let red talk in a three coloured dining room.


Red. Men listen got few minutes before is diner time.We love our fans but they went to far. Some tryed get in showers to see us naked.


Red. Last words about the up coming match. Pride,Bloodline we go for gold and try to stop us. Sorry I need food can stay or go.


We put our stuff still and joined red on table Bye.

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#820 The Bloodline © • versus • Freaks & Geeks

Posted by Valerie Valour on 04 March 2019 - 01:36 AM



Enjoy :P

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#1323 Summer Bliss • versus • Amber Scott

Posted by Summer Bliss on A week ago

click on the link and enjoy. Trying to create a story 






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#1320 Lindsey Calaway • versus • Lindsey Scott • versus • Diamond Rose

Posted by Lindsey Calaway on A week ago

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#1307 The Fallen © • versus • The Oriental Sisters w/Bess • versus • The Bloodline

Posted by The Bloodline on A week ago

After Flashpoint.......Briana Scott & Piper Scott &  "The Bombshell" Victoria Scott of The Bloodline are seen exiting the trainers office after being look at by WXW Chief of Medical Dr.Ashley Moore & WXW Head Trainer Dr. Rebekah Stanton and they sees WXW Co-Owner Michael Maddox in the hallway as the trio walk over to them 
Briana Scott:Hey Boss man...We need to talk now 
Piper Scott:What the fuck was that bullshit?? Are you kidding me??
Michael Maddox? Wasn't my doing
Mike sighs
Michael Maddox: However I do agree wtih you
Briana Scott:We got attacked by a bunch of masked freaks as did Bess and The International sisters....
Piper Scott:And they get announced as the winners?? Are you kidding me....Last time i checked..that should have been a no contest
"The Bombshell" Victoria Scott:If you are the decent man that Mike says you are then you would add my sisters into this match
Briana Scott:If you agree with what happened then you should be able to make that call...I mean you are 50 % owner...Right
Piper Scott:Are you going to let your co-owner make all the decisions ??
Michael Maddox: I cannot change the outcome of the match because it was the referees decision after all but I can allow you to have the next title opportunity if that is what you wish or a rematch against your prievious opponents
Briana Scott and Piper Scott look at each other then look back at their boss Michael Maddox
Briana Scott:What you could do is the smart thing and that's make the match a triple threat match
Piper Scott:To be honest...WE never even got the rematch for the titles after we lost in the first place..so i think we are owed
Briana Scott:I'm beginning to think Mike was wrong about you
Michael Maddox: Wrong about me? Point is you have plenty of of opportunity don't come to me and start bad mothing me  Why would I give you something if you don't have anything to offer me?  A little truth dont insult the person you need to help ya.
"The Bombshell" Victoria Scott backs Briana Scott and Piper Scott up
"The Bombshell" Victoria Scott:Mike..I'm sorry about Briana...She's kind of a hot head and doesn't really let her brain do her talking for her....All my sisters are asking for is what they earned...They didn't win or lose that match just like you agreed ...That finish screwed my sisters and all they are asking for is to be in the Tag Team Championship match
Michael Maddox: All I want is one thing from you ladies. Nah it ain't what you probably are thinking what i am going to ask.  But  I want you to improve and hone your skills in ring. Try harder and then thing  better things will come for you and your sisters.  So if you can agree to that  then I will add you into  the tag team match. Is that a deal?
Mike smiles
MIchael Maddox: You are beautiful and young and have a bright future ahead of you
Piper Scott and Briana Scott smirk at Michael Maddox
Piper Scott:That's all we do...24/7/365...We train our asses off...Night and day...we are always training...In Phiily,In Boston,In Las Vegas and anywhere we can ...
Briana Scott:Piper and I aren't former tag team champions by fluke and we held them pretty long too 
Michael Maddox: Then are work my work here is done now if you gals  would just do  a nice spin for me and exit you are in that tag team match for the tag titles good luck.  I have work In which I must attend.
Briana Scott:First...May i say something to you
Michael Maddox Of course
Briana Scott:I'm Sorry i snapped on you...Just the getting screwed over and getting attacked...my mind was still in rage mode
Michael Maddox: It is alright no big deal
Briana Scott extends her hand out to Michael Maddox
Maddox Extends his hand out to Briana 
Briana Scott shakes his hand
Briana Scott:Thank you
Michael Maddox: Your welcome
Briana Scott,Piper Scott &  "The Bombshell" Victoria Scott of The Bloodline walk away as they walk down the hallway and walk into the locker room
Scene Fades 
Scene 2
Briana Scott,Piper Scott &  "The Bombshell" Victoria Scott of The Bloodline walk into The Pit as they walk around and they look at the match card and see that they Michael Maddox has added them to the Tag team Championship Match then they see Patricia Clarke walking over to them as she looks confused to why they are there 
Patricia Clark:I am standing here with The Scotts who were just added to the tag team title match by Michael Maddox earlier in the evening. Now Ladies. What did you do to get into this title match? You didn’t just ask Maddox and he gave it to you? Maddox has been known to be a man whore did he try anything with you?
Briana Scott:Yes...We asked to be included because that last match was a screw up by an idiot ref who made disqualifed us when we were also attacked byup call and Michael Maddox agreed to it and he added us into the match because we deserved it
Piper Scott:We're not whores...We don't give up our bodies for a championship match
Patricia Clark:Reina Williams instilled herself into the match with an unknown assailant? You have any doubts about taking the tag team gold home with this new team being added to the match as well as you?
Briana Scott:Who is that?? oh you mean the twisted bitch who has been having four masked bitches attack us for whatever reason...We have no idea but we are going to handle them the way we knows best and that's in the ring
Piper Scott:Let me tell little miss Reina something....
Piper Scott turns and looks into the camera and snatch the microphone from Patricia Clarke
Piper Scott:You 5 bitches have been getting into our god damn business for too god damn long and soon enough you will get yours
Patricia Clark:Do You think you have what it takes against the reigning defending Tag Team Champs The Fallen? 
Briana Scott:Really...That's your question.....We are former tag team champions....We beat a hell of a team for them and just like this show...it looks like we are going to have to beat three teams
Piper Scott:See what we are going 
Patricia Clark :Any last words for your opponents?
Briana Scott:It's going to be great to get our championships back
Piper Scott:See what we are going to beat all of their asses then we will become the first ever two time tag team champions 
Briana Scott and Piper Scott W/"The Bombshell" Victoria Scott walk away 
Scene Fades

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#1300 The Fallen © • versus • The Oriental Sisters w/Bess • versus • The Bloodline

Posted by Masked Mystery Team on A week ago

The following announcement has been paid for by the women behind the steal curtain and there isn’t anything the WXW can do to stop it!

In the basement of the Boneyard arena, Rena Williams is being surrounded by four masked women dressed in all black.

Rena Williams- This is Rena Williams reporting live from the basement of the Boneyard. I’ve been requested to read a statement from the ladies standing besides me.

The four masked women nod in a agreement while Rena places a piece of paper in her vision as one of them grabs the microphone from her and places the mic in front of her face.

Rena Williams- Hello world. We hope to find all of you in good spirits because we are doing splendidly. Over the last couple weeks we have gone to various WXW events and have introduced ourselves. We hope we’ve made an impression since you have all made an impression on us. Now, we have yet to congratulate the new WXW World Champion. Congratulations, sweetie. We might be seeing you real soon. That is if you dare to show up and actually compete in an WXW ring instead of just being handed things. That must be real nice. Necra not you, your little partner Elena or anyone else in this company will be safe from us. We will complete our mission in the WXW no matter who we have to roll over and trust me we will roll over anyone and everyone who dares to get in our way as well as a few who don’t get in our way. You pathetic bitches in the WXW cannot hold a candle to us in any way. We are the class athletes and women in this world.

As Rena finishes the statement the four ladies in the masks walk away as Rena looks on with a confused look on her face.

The proceeding announcement has been paid for by the women behind the steal curtain. #That just happened WXW. #Your move! #That’s if you can keep up.
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#1296 The Fallen © • versus • The Oriental Sisters w/Bess • versus • The Bloodline

Posted by Stella Major on 2 weeks ago

It,s a few days  after last Best of three. Bess is medical clearned but for training not competing. So is ok that will be on ringside.


We were picked up from a location. The windows of the van were dark but we feld was not long drive. We arrived without our stuff at a white house.

No we got all we need hired we think looked used haha. Were were we a house from a family member of Suzuki sisters.


There will been security but we didn,t seen them. Or had be the ladies in white eyening us from balcony ?

Rena Suzuki would talk to us we were brought to call living room.  She let us put up our stuff poor in the tea.


Rena. Before start to talk about wrestling related topics this. Yes mum was with us two in Japan finding our background.

Yes there was a confrontation with some goons. But I don,t wanna talk about it.


Rena. Bess was attacked and Brainna from whoever. Yes we had a talk with managment bloodline nor we had hire anybody to interfere.

Bloodline you lost  we go agiangst the Fallen. You will get your title shot down the road.


We looked around let,s say who live here ain,t super rich nor very poor. Ok back to Rena our tea was cold..

Leila just arrived sat in a chair but said no word.


Rena. Yes under-way from arena  to here did watched tapes of the fallen. And yes we seen enough to know has get more hours   weightlifting or whatever.

But sure enough extra hours getting coached how to get the fallen down on the mat. Yes ladies you two are good but we ain,t bad neither.


Leila came to us and sat next to her sister took it over.


Leila, First we have met the Fallen  when we came in WXW. Miss Dread and the white witch Kane weren,t welcoming us. No problem we know who you are. And be sure you two will seen us in action too.

But sorry sis when we can beat japanese goons with knives. I think we make a chance to let the fallen feel who we are.


A alarm was going ladies in white came took us to van we drove away. We heard guns were the Oriental Sisters in danger ?

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#1106 Hannah Stanton (w/ Dr. Gina Riggs) • versus • Necra Octavian Kane

Posted by NOK on 19 July 2019 - 08:45 AM

Act 1: Another Scrub


"Why is it when I am at the top of my game, they put me up against the scrubs? I am and always will be better than my lessers. Give me a challenge and I will shine among the stars, and the mortals of this world will know what it is to have a Goddess walk among them."



Kane Fashions

Fashion District, Manhattan New York



The scene opens on the beautiful city of Manhattan. The bright afternoon sun was high over head, and cast its light to the city streets below. The sound of car horns echoed through the city, mixing with the sirens from the emergency vehicles that sped through the streets. The smells from the local restaurants  seemed to mix together, along with the smell from burning gas from the cars and trucks that moved through the city. The river flowed through the city, and the private yachts, and the tour boats moved long letting the tourists get a beautiful view of the city. The camera picks up the sound of the birds from Central Park which took up a good section of the city. The vibrant flowers were brightly colored and seemed to bring life to the streets and apartment balconies that lined the high rises. The camera moves over the city and soon comes to a stop on a high rise with what appears to have a pyramid top that glistened in the late afternoon sun. The fountain out front had a pure white marble statue in the middle of a woman holding an amphora in her arms pouring the water out into the fountain below her. The interior of the building was done in what appeared to be a light colored sandstone and the floors were done in a black marble with a giant eye of Horus in the middle of it. The revolving door soon turns and we see Necra dressed in a pair of tight leather pants that seemed to cling to all of the right places, and a top that revealed much of bountiful pale skinned bosoms. On her feet was a pair of sandals with a low heel. Sara trails behind her carrying folders in her arms as they head toward the golden colored doors of the elevators. People that they pass by seem to stop and stare before gong back to what they were doing as they reach the elevators and Sara presses the button. Necra watches the numbers come down,and soon the doors open with a loud ding as they do. Necra and Sara step inside as Sara opens a small panel revealing a lock. She pulls out a key and accesses the lock and soon the doors close and the numbers start to move up once again.


Sara: Are you sure you want to do this ma'am? I mean after your match I figured you would want some down time...


Necra: I'm already behind on my designs and I figured since we are in New York I could go into the office for a bit.


Sara: We really should put a branch of the company out in Vegas too.


Necra: That sounds like a good idea.. That way I wouldn't be that far away, and I could get away from the followers for a few hours a day.


Sara: I'll call and let aunt Stacy know ma'am.


The elevator soon reaches their floor and they step out into the long hallway that was done in the same colors as the main lobby except for the long deep blue Persian rug that ran all along the floor toward her office. Sara soon takes her place behind a large desk with the engraving of the Egyptian God Thoth behind her done in bright and vibrant colors. Necra opens the double doors to her office, revealing a massive open space with a large dark wooden desk with  high backed leather chair that sat in front of a giant window that over looked the city. The walls were done in the same sand stone color, as the rest of the building, except for the hieroglyphics that showed the underworld. In one corner stood dressing dummies which were now bare, and a few glass cases sat against another wall filled with strange and odd looking trinkets made from different materials that shimmered in the sun light that streamed through the window. She sits down at the desk and leans back before turning to face the window.


Necra: My mother started this business when she was 20 years old. She was a model for another company but she wanted something more. She wanted to be in control and she made it happen. She was also in the business just like I am and was part of one of the most dominant teams in the world at the time. And now I am following in her footsteps. I run the company even thought I don't really come into the office as often, and I've held titles in every company that I have been a part of. But once again I hold gold and I am still in the running for the one title that I have yet to get my hands on in WXW and soon enough that one will be mine as well.


Necra smiles as her eyes flash red before going back to their normal color.


Necra: But first I have to face off against another scrub. Why is it when I'm doing good, they toss some poor girl at me who has little to no experience in the ring?  Is it to appease the Goddess? Or is it because they need to thin out the poor creatures that can't handle themselves or prove themselves to anyone? Whatever the reason it truly doesn't matter to me. Hannah I don't think you have even managed to win a match have you? if you have it must have been someone just as worthless as you are. I looked into your background and once again you are just another little girl that is trying to find meaning in this world. Byker Bytch pulled the same thing. Trying to make herself look sympathetic but it doesn't work on someone like myself. You see everyone is the same to me when they die. Just remember who you are facing Hannah and you might make it out of this match in one piece... Maybe.


She laughs as she gets up from the high back black leather chair and walks across the room to a bookshelf that was filled with books and what appeared to be ancient tomes. She pulls down on one of them as the shelf slides over revealing a set of stone steps. As she steps down torches that line the wall seem to light on their own.


Necra: Hannah I don't think you even know what you are getting into. Ask anyone that has faced me, and they will tell you just how good I really am. I don't hold back, let alone let losers like you walk away with wins over me. By all means you have cheated death once but you will cheat it again. You see you are marked for death, but this time you feel my touch so you better pray to whatever God you believe in because when I am done with you, you will wish that you were dead. And those voices you hear every day of your life will finally fade away... I'll make sure of that. When this match is done and over with you will be battered, broken, beaten, bloodied, bruised, and totally humiliated. I am the Goddess of Death, The Queen of the Dead, The Lady in Black, The Angel of Death, The Reaper of Souls, The Child of Heaven and Hell. Fear me! For when you look upon me you will see your end. See you soon Hannah and good luck... You're going to need it.


Necra smiles as she looks back at the camera and soon disappears down the stairs as the scene fades to black.

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#1062 Angelle Laree • versus • Jenny Tyler

Posted by TheMoodyOne on 27 June 2019 - 09:57 AM

Tool? or a way to get to the answers.

Historian note takes place before Lockdown


Two years, and six months ago she had been in a bar in Kentucky getting a bit of a buzz on coming off her girls return to the wrestling world. A return that much like a few late night talks had always kinda intrigued the runaway about just what the appeal was. But seeing what wrestling did even with the wear and tear on the body, how alive and hotwired it got Sheena. Jenny knew she'd never understand being on the outside looking in, and decided there was only one way to know for sure.


Curiosity wasn't exactly the best reason to make a life changing decision, a life altering one. But much like the winds of change it usually didn't take much more to move her. It was odd to settle down in one place longer then she could ever recall staying anywhere. Denver Colorado and the Hawks Nest wrestling school. Two years of getting her ass kicked, of being put through her paces, and adding more then a few bumps, bruises, tattoos, and scars to the collection. All to end up signed with an all girl wrestling federation. An odd choice but not nearly as odd as being told they wanted her almost as quick as she could finish. Were looking to sign her without so much as meeting her. Maybe the schools name was good enough. It certainly had more then a few success stories tied to it between the Nighthawks Angel Garza, Julia Easter, Chainz Macarther the founders, to her girl Sheena Montgomery that had lit up a few federations. Maybe knowing Sheenas rep they had some kinda preconceived notion of what they were getting. But it still felt weird, and so did the fact that while earning the schools brand and her first official pair of wrestling boots, having survived the six month trial they called “The road' a mass of cross country cross the world indy dates exposing you to everything from shady promoters to janitor closet changing rooms unsafe workers and half assed too small rings. To say nothing of the rigors of travel weather and all points in between. It was that trial where most the students that made it that far tended to fall off, to fall away. But she had been living like a runaway for as long as she could remember, had survived out of almost the same drive that pushed her curiosity. “The Road” had almost seemed the easiest of educations for her.


Now in a small hole in the wall strip club she watched a red head go serpentine around a pole to the tune of Machinae Supremacy's cover of the Brittany Spears classic “Gimmie More” awaiting the suit from the WXW for some last minute paperwork and “career advice” She could almost hear the smug superiority to his voice which is why when he allowed her to pick the venue she had thought of this place. Well that, and her and the red head dancer had a little history. Taking a sip of the drink in front of her Tyler smirked seeing the suit in a custom suit was a full head shorter then her balding and uncomfortable by the environment. Taking a seat beside her he set a small set of papers in front of her.


Suit “The opening offer, our roster, and champions.”


Passing on the offer, and skimming over the roster a collection mostly of names and head shots Tyler couldn't resist.


Tyler “Last time I saw a roster like this it was for Russian mail order brides. Alotta girls named Scott.”


Suit “And two of them are holding titles. Making them a viable starting point for a impressionable rookie looking to make an impact. “


Tyler drawn back to her friends performance shook her head.


Tyler “Subtle as a chainsaw, got something against them? They reject you, or something?”


The suit either not one for sarcasm or as tightly wound as his suit shook his head.


Suit “The separation between staff and talent is considered sacred. I am just passing along possibilities, especially in view of your debut, and the fact that there is a pay per view before. One that you could use as a launching pad. “

One finger circling the tip of her near empty drink Jenny looked over the offer most of the language was what she was warned to expect right down to the numbers.


Tyler “So let me make sure I got this you sign a girl out of wrestling school sight unseen and are advising her to ruffle the feathers of a wrestling family, and a pair of champions before she even shows you what she can do?”


Suit “That is what I was advised to do both for you and for Lockdown. Pay per views need shock, and awe to help sell them, an appearance by new talent would fit especially when that new talent dives into the deep end going after the standard bearers. I am curious though. Your profile suggested you were straight.”


Tyler was about to respond when a waitress who was there to swap the near empty in front of Tyler with a fresh drink just laughed.


Waitress.”Your friend sounds like some kinda regressive snowflake Jen. Whats next all strippers are damaged goods who got felt up too young, and have self esteem issues? Please... Secret of life. David Lee Roth.“


Both the waitress and Tyler seeing the deer in headlight look on the suit grinned.


Waitress “Everybody wants some. If you got it, flaunt it, and if you flaunt it someone is sure to pay for it.”


Tyler “Sides me an red there ran together before she went straight and legit.”


Suit “Legit?”


Tyler “By day shes a successful cpa which means she can empty a mans wallet day or night “


The waitress glancing at one of the bouncers chuckled.


Waitress “I think it's clear he aren't here for the show so maybe you oughta take him outside before security gets restless.“


Tyler takes a stiff drink off the fresh glass, and lays a small collection of bills on the waitress tray before blowing the dancer a kiss before leading the suit outside.


Tyler “So I go to Lockdown, stir up the Scotts, then Flashpoint make my official debut. Against Angelle Laree.”


Suit “An impressive, experienced talent of advanced age. a veteran. Along with the stipulation should make for an auspicious start to your career.”


Tyler followed the suit to a Lincoln town car which much like everything about him read overcompensating. Setting the contract on the hood she flipped through it looking toward the last page casting a half raised eyebrow at the suit.


Tyler “Baptism in fire? and things get better with gold?”


Suit “Championships, fan appeal, marketability, merchandise sales.”


Tyler signed the contract sliding it across the hood to where the suit stood waiting.


Tyler “Still kind of curious what your angle is?”


Tucking the paper work away the suit extended a hand,


Suit “As the agent most responsible for scouting, selling the idea of Jenny Tyler to the management of WXW, and getting you signed, any success you gain makes me and the work I put in as well as the money the company invest in you time and money well spent. Social currency meaning almost as much as literal these days... Welcome aboard. “


She shook his hand hesitantly then slid a envelope full of bills across the hood.


Tyler “I'll be on my way. You should go back and enjoy the show, red will be waiting. What do I call you anyway.”


Suit “Sinjin, Sinjin Talbot, and while the opening volley is your call I'd advise you do an interview, give people a little more insight into who Jenny Tyler is. Calliope Norris will be expecting to hear from you.”


Tucking the rest of the paper work into the inside pocket of her leather jacket jenny took one last look back at the strip club and headed over to her harley a custom bit of work. Pulling out a phone she dialed up the only number she could even remotely think where Vegas was concerned


Tyler “Hey Will, its Jenny you still run a garages outta Reno? .... Tyler.... Little wheel. Yea its true I'm doing the wrestling thing. Not sure I'm gonna find the answers I'm looking for but with this company, based outta Vegas I need a place to crash for a while can earn my keep if you wanna extra set a hands..... couple hours if that.... see ya soon.”


Hanging up the phone she tossed it into her pocket and cast a look toward the town car ulterior motives or not maybe even something her and Talbot had in common this was a foot in the door and that was good enough …. for now.



The three Ps of an introduction


Sitting under a bare bulb in leather jacket and pants a black leather belt wrapping and unwrapping itself around her left hand Tyler glanced at the camera with a smirk.


Tyler “Possibility, promise potential. …. I get the whole extreme thing even like the hardcore focus. But the way they throw gimmicks and stipulations around here almost seems like they don't trust they're wrestlers to have wrestling matches. Don't understand just how extreme, how hardcore the baser competitive nature of the universe can be. Don't see that the more you have the less special it is. But then maybe its me being broke in by a trio of old schoolers. Maybe its me thinking a young cub fresh with a handful of experiences looking to climb that first ladder rung against an old dog looking to prove they aren't so old they can't still draw blood is extreme is hardcore long before you even introduce the toys. “


Glancing down at the leather belt she smirked.


Tyler “But if you really wanna play that way, really feel it necessary.”


She slapped the belt against her leg her smirk growing into a smile as she did it a few more times before wrapping it around her knuckles.


Tyler “A baptism in blood, and fire that either way this pans out will send more then a few messages up more then a few ladders, will make a few more people look, and look carefully at the winner or look away from them out of fear of being next. Almost gives ya chills doesnt it? Laree if I read this right for a rookie you got a lot of experience a lot of history, are even probably a name in a place or three. The kind of wrestler who win, lose, or draw is sure to make the rookie girl she is against an even better wrestler walking out then when she walked in. But whose to say you can't still learn a thing or two from me old woman? Whose to say your last contribution to the sport, the lesson you teach won't be so much to me but to the others about me? That your lasting contribution is as a warning sign to the others that there are dangerous curves ahead, and that they don't wanna tussle or tangle with Tyler.”


She pauses for a moment before just shaking her head.


Tyler “Yea I know that was bad But you know wresting likes its mottos and catchphrases, who knows maybe theres a shirt design or two there. Laree the promise potential, and possibility of what a match like this offers is something else, something especial, something that can and will never really come again. Better yet the two of us open the show, set the stage, and the bar that the rest will have to follow on after. So the potential Not only to leave not a dry eye or seat in the house is there the chance to make all the more established stars, to make all the other girls need rockets strapped to they're asses to reach the bar we set has got to be almost as threatening as what awaits the loser who will have to wait til next time.”


Unwrapping the belt from her knuckles she slapped it against her leg a few more times before wrapping it around her knuckles again.


Tyler “ You know you only get one chance to make a good first impression. Too bad for you that impression will be the one you leave on the ring mat over and over again till you don't, can't get up. Too bad for you that as a slave of passions and curiosities I'm going to have to go all out to get all the answers, and in doing so go through you. Too bad there is only one way to know for sure if a genuine rookie can beat a new to you rookie. Shame that the only way to know for sure is to promise that if you potentially stand between me and the promise of answers and the potential to be an overnight sensation that I can't leave you standing for long.”


“Arrogance, or confidence? enough confidence or over confidence? Only one way to know for sure. Flashpoint. All the answers given will only lead to more questions, but to even get those answers I will give you all I have got, and all that got me here. Proving grounds where a almost off the street rookie meets an elder looking for a victory lap and one last place to contribute. Proving grounds where two people will compete not only against each other but for the hearts and minds of the fans to try to sway them to pick a side. Gonna be a wild ride Laree one that will leave you down that Lost Highway that Road To Nowhere and if there is even a moment that the possibility arises that you could ruin my chance to show my full potential I can promise you a lot of pain.”


Getting up she unwrapped the belt from around her knuckles, and left it on the chair before turning the light out.



First steps and Last words...maybe


She stepped into The Boneyard, it was the biggest venue that she had ever seen, ever been in, and she could feel her stomach already begin to toss and turn, feel her feet, and legs grow weak, felt queasy. Anticipation and excitement growing as much as fear and dread. The arena was dimly lit but lit enough that she could find her way down the ramp imagining what the place must sound like full of music first then the chants cheers and reactions of an audience unsure what to make of her, what to think of her. Then slowly turning either to back her or against her. At the end of the ramp she glanced back a little stunned ti didn't feel quiet as long as it looked like it had. Much like the journey to get here both seemed long and short. Moving toward the ring steps she brushed her boots off on the outer ring apron before stepping in. The difference in the view from the ramp to the ring was something else. Feeling surrounded by just the imagination of what things would be like in only a matter of days made a good deal of the many horror stories she had heard of first days first impressions and debuts make sense. She was almost relived she hadn't eaten anything before taking this little tour of the battlefield. Recalling how her friend and the origin of this curiosity Sheena had admitted the first time she had even gone out to a house show to address answered she had gotten the mi to her lips and then passed out. Jenny could almost understand that now standing in the center of the ring the imagination running wild.


"“Am I Interrupting anything?”


Calliope Norris the company interviewer she had run across at Lockdown stood at the end of the ramp a camera man in tow. Jenny exited the ring hopping down and moving toward the nearest row of seats.


Tyler “Not at all.”


Norris “Then you wouldn't mind a quick interview?”


Tyler “Sure why not”


Taking a seat in one of the nearest open rows of ringside seats Norris sitting a few seats down waits as the camera man counts down before setting up an intro.


Norris “Greetings WXW universe here with me is a woman making her in ring debut at Flashpoint Jenny Tyler.”


Norris turned to face Jenny.


Norris “Jenny before we talk about your flash point match I notice your home town was listed as anywhere but here. Could you explain that?”


Jenny smirked a little not entirely surprised that was a curiosity.


Tyler “When you have been living like a runaway, most of your life. Almost prefer to be on the run, on the lamb, on the road when you been at it so long that you forget where you where born hatched washed up. It just seemed like a more creative answer hen the wrongside of the tracks or parts unknown.”


Norris “With WXW being based in Las Vegas I imagine it has been difficult to really settle down, and settle in somewhere.”


Tyler “It is challenging but then again I had to kinda set down some kind of roots in Colorado in order to attend the Hawks Nest wrestling school. A necessary evil but to get the answers I want to satisfy curiosity its whatever.”


Norris “ and your entrance theme not exactly the kind of thing one would expect, little cheerful for a wrestling theme.”


Tyler “I wasn't looking for something dark, or to send a message, or to define me but something I can get down to, something that lights me up so that I can go out there and burn it down. Besides that I always thought Waterproof Blonde was a killer band that didn't get the credit they deserved as one of they're most famous songs used as a wrestling theme eventually got replaced with a version with a male lead which didn't seem right or as good.”


Norris “At Flashpoint you make your in ring debut against Angelle Laree. Are you nervous, this being your first major wrestling match for a major wrestling promotion?”


Jenny smiled finding the wording more then a little cute and incriminating.


Tyler “I'm a lot of things, the least of which is nervous. If anything the biggest feeling I have been dealing with is anticipation. Is dealing with wanting the moment to get here, not wanting it to get here wanting it to be over, never wanting it to end. But nervous? I think that would contradict the training teaching and work that's gone into getting to this point. If I was nervous or didn't feel ready didn't feel somewhat confident in what I had hat I am and what I am capable of then I shouldn't be here in the first place”


Norris “Then even put up against an opponent with the resume of Laree. You feel you can win.”


This time Jenny finally let out the laugh she had been restraining.


Tyler “What would I even be doing here if I didn't think I could win. If I didn't believe that wrestling is still a showcase of the unlikely, the impossible, the miraculous, the unpredictable, the perfect mix of contest competition and the suspension of disbelief. Strip away all the outside silliness and drama and at the end of the day most matches come down to one of maybe two or three things two people battling for the chance to prove who the better is, two people battling to settle an issue personal, or professional, or two people battling for the next rung up the ladder. In any of those cases do you really thing anyone enters not thinking not believing they can, that they will win? Why wouldn't I. There are elements beyond resume, and tale of the tape that determines who wins, fact once the bell ring all that outside marketing and Vegas odd feeding stuff is bullshit.”


Norris “But you are someone who was practically drafted fresh out of wresting school to the big time.”


Tyler “Yeah and imagine what kind of confidence that means someone in the WXW has in me that they came looking for me. That they scouted and liked what they saw enough, believed enough in someone without even her first taste of competition on this level. Maybe instead of trying some kind of reveres psychology motivation miss Norris you should stay strictly neutral like a reporter. Sit back, enjoy the show, enjoy the possibility that a dark horse, that a underdog, that an unknown unknown can in one night, in one or even two matches can become an overnight sensation, can in fact take that weight on her shoulders and carry it.”


Norris “ I did see your opening address, and did notice your open stance against the hardcore and extreme elements. However the WXW even in name didn't hide what was. Why so opposed to the hardcore?”


Tyler “I'm not. Just kinda find it silly and over the top. Though it may not look it I've been in my fair share of street fights, in fights where anything goes and anything that isn't nailed down was a weapon that could, would, and might need to be used to make sure you walked out of it at all. But I was trained as a wrestler by wrestlers, was trained by some more old school minded individuals. So maybe I want to explore that side of it more and first before bringing things into the parking lots parking garages and bars of a misspent youth. Maybe I am a little more curious why the gimmick and stipulations aren't being saved til it has been earned and built up to. Want to prove that there's enough hardcore and extreme in a one on one contest without any of the toys, that including them, starting careers off with them almost cheapens the experience.”


Norris “Fascinating insights from and about one of the WXWs latest talents. I do wish you good luck miss Tyler and open the floor for any last words you might have for the match, your opponents, or the fans.”


Tyler “They say curiosity killed the cat and yet its also the most powerful and driving fores behind where we are, and where we go, who we are, and what we can become. Every question answered at Flashpont either in the proving grounds matches, or the precursor battle royal are only going to leave more. Just as much as the action will do little more then push an undecided universe a little closer to knowing how they feel, it will leave they're appetites only wet for more before they have a definite answer as to why they back who they do from that point on. I look forward to those watching to take that journey with me and hope I make it as exciting for them as I hope the WXW makes it for me.”


As for Laree? It's kind of a shame that at the end of the night only one of us can take that next step forward, that next step up. But I'm sure given your history and experience that there will be a next time for you, even a next time between us. But the hunger for that next step, for those answers, will be in me a force you won't be ready for, and one you won't get in the way of, that you won't stop. Bring your best because you can be sure I will. If you don't? I'll take your remains and spread them over the ground on the wrong side of the tracks just past parts unknown in hopes of growing greater contest and competition.”


Tyler let the words hang there for a moment before rising and heading out stopping one last time at the top of the stage to take in the wight one last time before heading into the back.

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#1022 Rachel Storm • versus • Mia Russo

Posted by Rain on 26 May 2019 - 09:21 PM

Scene One

Fade in to the backstage area of the HCW Arena where Rachel is seen helping them plan for their return. She moves a couple of boxes and notices the typing on them SOW? What's going on here? She goes to the office of Eric Herrera and notices Charlie Feigel there instead. She looks shocked, Charlie smiles at her.

Charlie: Expecting someone else?

Rachel: Hey, dad. Yeah, I wanted to ask what's with all the merchandise saying SOW?

Charlie: Oh yeah, HCW and AUW have decided to join together to form SOW. Me and Eric agreed to it. And he also will be promoted to CEO of WXW. We have wanted to work together for a while. So this is our chance.

Rachel: AUW is coming back? Cool! I have wanted that to happen for a long time. I'm still pissed at NCW for how they treated us. As if nothing we did means anything. Fuck you for telling me not to reference a company I had no fucking say in merging. And fuck you for taking my home.

Charlie: I understand. That is why I brought it back. And with Eric working with me, I have the financial backing I was missing before. It helps I don't have to do all the work anymore.

Rachel: Definitely. Well, I hope that works out better. Because most of my employers aren't even using me properly, including you.

Charlie: Really?

Rachel: RC Stacks, really? You call that competition? Jade Justice, a slut that keeps leaving feds any time shit doesn't go her way? Come on, I want real competition.

Charlie: I don't know who to give you.

Rachel: Well you better make up your mind soon because I am tired of being overlooked. I didn't join here to be an afterthought.

Charlie: You won't be, I promise that.

She storms out of the office. She then looks at the advertisement for WXW Lockdown. Mia Russo vs Rachel Storm. She laughs and rolls her eyes.

Rachel: Dad still didn't get the memo I guess.

She takes the advertisement and makes her way towards the ringside area.

Scene Two

Rachel sits beside the ring and has changed into her in ring attire. She is wearing her MMA fingerless gloves and a mouthguard that she flashes with a smirk upon the camera's arrival. She nods and cracks her knuckles.

“Flashpoint is right around the corner and I just found out about my opponent. I have been begging for competition for ages and these fuckees won't give it to me. I guess I will do like my step brother Eric says and actually take it. Mia Russo. I vaguely remember her being a staff member in AUW, if I am thinking of the right one. I think she was an interviewer or announcer. Either way, she has made her return to wrestling. She just finished beating one of our students last week. So she's not run of the mill rookie. This girl can fight. But I don't understand the purpose of this match. If this is my father's view of earning it, I guess I'll have to tolerate this for the sake of entertainment.”

She chuckles and leans forward.

“Let's get something straight here. This is not the Rachel you saw the past few years in AUW. I'm not here to be a nerd or take it easy on people. That obviously got me nowhere. I'm here to knock people out and to distribute as much pain as possible.”

She pauses as an evil grin forms on her face.

“Yes, the crazy bitch is back. I'm done holding back. I am done trying to be PC with people. Fuck it. I am ready to unleash my inner demons and take what's mine and it starts on this card.”

“Me and you may have been friends before but when you walk across that ring you're my enemy. I'm not about to let personal alliances stop me from getting what I want. I have watched people beneath me rise up the ranks, winning championship opportunities left and right. Meanwhile, I am stuck being a welcoming committee. Fuck that shit. That's over. That's the last time you fucking ignore me, I guarantee it.”

She spits at the ground and shakes her head.

“I have been quiet for too long. The longer I stay quiet, the more rage piles up. And trust me, you don't want me when I'm mad. Difference between the Rachel and now is I went to MMA and learned how to fight more aggressively. No stupid pin falls, disqualifications, or countouts. You either tapped or got knocked out. No ref to save you from the pain. Several ounces of blood lost there. It made me realize what it took to survive.”

She snickers and grins at the camera.

“I am not out here to talk about my past accomplishments. I am here to let the unconscious pile of bodies do the talking. I won't stop for anyone or anything. I don't care if you're family or friend. I'm gonna snap you in half any chance I get and Lockdown is no fucking exception!”

She grits her teeth as one fist hits the other hands open palm closing shortly after.

“So Pops, if you're listening, thank you. Thank you for sending me a victim, because I am not gonna be held responsible for what I do to her. Her blood is on YOUR hands. Bleeding is a Luxury, motherfuckers, never forget that!”

Fade to black.
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#1020 Necra Octavian Kane • versus • Jennifer Enigma ©

Posted by NOK on 25 May 2019 - 05:26 PM

Act 1: Darkness Reigns


Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Edgar Allan Poe











The scene opens on the beautiful city of Hollywood California. The massive white letters that spelled out Hollywood glistened in the late afternoon sun as they loomed over the city below. The winding road moved toward Rodeo Drive, and toward the shops that lined both sides of the famous area. The Roosevelt Hotel loomed over Hollywood Blvd as traffic passed by for another day. The tall palm trees that lined the street swayed back and forth gently. The smell from the restaurants that lined the street seemed to mix together as they mingled with the smell of the flowers that hung from the lamp posts along the streets. The camera moves to the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. It was quiet and seemed almost out of place in the busy city of Hollywood. A tour bus passes by the front gate, as tourists snap a few photo's before driving off once again.  As the bus pulls away we see a figure standing in front of the open wrought iron gates. The figure is dressed in a long flowing dress with silver patterns through out it. The long raven hair was draped down the figures back, and we soon see that it is Necra. Her pale skin seemed to almost glisten in the late afternoon sun, as her golden eyes looked out over the vast lawns that stretched out before her. Mausoleums and crypts could be seen dotting the manicured lawns along with a few headstones that sat in the quietness of the afternoon. Necra walks along the pathways that wound itself through the cemetery, as the smell of fresh flowers filled her senses. Roses, carnations and lilies adorned the head stones and crypt doors. 


Necra: This place is truly a place of beauty. Among the vast lawns of this cemetery there lies some of the biggest names that the world has ever known. It's peaceful, and hallowed in so many ways. I'm just enjoying the day and relaxing before I have to really start to get ready for my match against Jennifer Enigma. I know you are all wondering why I'm here and it's simple... Death is all around me at the moment. Spirits still roam from time to time here. They are not looking to finish anything, but sometimes... They were wronged in life, and are looking for answers but that's not  always the case.


She walks along the pathway and stops when she comes across a headstone that had the Star of David on the top and the words

"That's All Folks!"

Mel Blanc

Man of a 1000 voices

Beloved husband and Father

1908 - 1989


Necra places a small stone on the top of the headstone and smiles softly.


Necra: I remember watching the cartoons that he helped make. I spent hours sitting with my father and Ex in front of the TV watching Looney Toons, and most of the Hannah Barbera cartoons he helped bring to life. He died because of natural causes. He rests in peace, waiting for his wife and family to join him right here. But there are others...


She turns and something catches her eye. A man dressed in a dark suit, and walks along the path heading toward what appears to be a wall of crypts. Necra turns and starts to follow him.


Necra: Death is not always an end, but just another beginning. They roam the world or places where they are familiar and known all their lives or feel comfortable at, just to feel like they are alive, but then again some don't know they have even died.


She soon comes along a long wall of small crypts with names on it, but she continues to the massive building that sat beside a man made reflection pool. She walks inside, feeling the cool air surround her. Her high heeled sandals click along the marble floor as she runs her hand along some of the names. She stops in front of one that reads

Judy Garland

June 10 1922 - June 22 1969


Necra: The woman that made the world think that there is something more over the rainbow and one of the first movies that was ever made in color. Judy Garland was found dead from an overdose of barbiturates. but she's not the only one that was found over dosed. A lot of people claim that Marylin still walks these grounds trying to find someone to tell her story to... About what really happened. But of course those are all rumors.


She smiles as she continues to walk through the massive place and catches the man in the dark suit out of the corner of her eye once again.


Necra: In just a few days I'll be facing off against Jennifer Enigma for the WXW World Championship. If I win this I will have the very thing that I've wanted since I came back. I know Jennifer wont let it go without a fight, and I plan on giving her the fight of a life time just to get my hands on it. you see Enigma you just like everyone else that I have faced. You think you are high and mighty but deep down you know that you can't and won't be able to beat me. I've lost one, ONE match since I've been back and I don't plan on losing another one now. You haven't had any losses but what does that matter? That will change when you face me. I'm not going to stop until I have what I want no matter what I have to do. It will be just you and I in the middle of that cage and what a thrill it will be. The cage will be used and I will tear away at your flesh, at every turn. I will use weapon after weapon just to keep you down and take what is rightfully mine.


She laughs as she comes to a stop in front of another name.


"Benjamin Siegel

February 28 1906 - June 20 1947"


Necra: A man that very handsome in life, and charismatic. The owner of the once famous Flamingo Hotel and Casino. And murdered in his own home... It's funny really. He as ripped from the mortal coil within a split second, and he still wanders trying to live his life even after death. Jennifer I know that you would try to do the same, but I would forbid it. I would never let you die. No, I would leave you on this world to watch everyone around you die. Let you suffer immortality and not in a good way either... Lost in time, never being able to touch those around you. But that is far away yet, but by the end of our match you will wish you were dead. I will not hold back, and blood will flow all over that ring, and I plan on being the last one standing in the end.


She sits on the white and black marble benches as the young man dressed in the black suit appears and sits beside her. Necra smiles softly, as she leans back. He lights a cigarette and leans back with Necra.


Necra: Sorry I'm late Mister Valentino...


He takes a drag on his cigarette and smiles letting the smoke float around his head.


Rudolph Valentino: It's about time. I'm ready to go home.


Necra: That's good to know. I'm sure there's a few people waiting for you.


He nods as they get to their feet, and start to head out of the building and into the afternoon sun, as the scene fades to black.










The scene soon reopens on the beautiful city of Las Vegas. The night sky was filled with stars, and the city was filled with the bright lights once again that shined against the black desert around it. The camera moves to the airport and comes to a rest of a private airstrip just outside the main part of the airport. A black limo soon appears and it soon stops just outside where a private jet has landed. The door opens and out steps Necra. She stretches as she starts to walk down the stairs. The driver grabs the bags that are unloaded and soon places them in the trunk. He moves quickly and opens the back door and lets Necra slide into the backseat before closing the door.  Necra leans back on the soft black suede seat and hits the button for the moon roof as the limo soon takes off heading toward the city.


Necra: Home sweet home. I wonder Jennifer if you are ready for what I am going to do to you. I mean you have never faced anyone like me. I know that you are going to do whatever you can to take me down but we both know it's not going to be enough. I went back and watched a few of your matches and I have seen all of your weaknesses and openings with each move that you make. I will destroy you and take such great joy in it. By the end of this, you will be bruised, broken, beaten, bloodied, and humiliated. I am the Goddess of Death, The Queen of the Dead, The Lady in Black, The Reaper of Souls, The Angel of Death, 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 gets to her feet, and stands up through the moon roof as the city soon came into view. She smiles and takes in the night as the scene fades to black.

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