[GoddessoftheDead]

 Act 1: Beauty is within the eye of the Beholder

"Now come into being all the words of the Lord of All. I was Atum when I was alone in the Abyss; I was Re in his glorious appearing's when he began to rule what he had made."
Spell 17 - Book of the Dead




The scene opens on one of the many Photo Studio's that resided deep within The Kane Fashion Building. The bright lights fill the room, as well as different settings. The walls were done in the same sandstone color as the rest of the building, and had hieroglyphics running along the walls. Hair Stylists, and make up artists stood against the wall as they waited for something to do. As the camera moves over the studio, we see Necra sitting in a high backed chair, watching the photo shoot. Her designs would be seen all over the world in the latest edition of their magazine, and once again a fashion show would follow once March rolled around. The model that was in front of the camera soon finishes and Necra sighs. It was only the second shoot of the day, and they had a lot to go before they would see an end to the day. Sara walks over to where Necra sits with a cup of coffee, and a folder. Necra takes them and leans back in the chair, as she opens the folder. It contained information on her next match. She looks it over and smiles to herself. It was perfect. She would have another chance at Laura, even if she was going to be teamed with a man she had never really heard of. Necra looks over the information that Sara had brought her, and hands the folder back to her, and takes a sip of the hot liquid contained within the cup in her hands.  

Sara: Are you all right ma'am?

Necra: I'm fine Sara. I just wish this day was over already, that's all. I mean I have other things I could be doing right now.

Sara: Like training for your match ma'am?

Necra: Yes. Laura and Trish beat us and took our titles, but I'm not going to let her beat me this time.

Stacy runs over to where she sits, and Necra sighs. Whatever news she has couldn't be good.

Necra: What is it Stacy?

Stacy: Camille didn't show up.

Necra: What? Where is she?

Stacy: Some of the girls said they saw her out drinking last night. She's probably hung over.

Necra: Did they see her doing anything else?

Stacy: One saw her doing a line of cocaine ma'am.

Necra's eyes lower and she sighs. It was the only thing that they didn't let their models do. They could down diet pills all they wanted to keep themselves the way they wanted, but hard drugs would destroy them in the end. She gets up from where she sits, and they start heading toward the make up area.

Necra: Stacy I want you to get in touch with my father, and let him know he has a job to do. Sara go and get the dress... I'm the only other one that can fit into it.

Sara: Right away ma'am.

With that Sara takes off to find the dress as the stylists start to do her make up and hair for the photo shoot.

Stacy: Are you sure you want to get rid of her? I mean you know your father will do it, but I don't think she deserves such a punishment.

Necra: You don't? Do you remember the last time that one of the models came in wasted to one of my mother's shows? She didn't hesitate, and neither will I. I don't want her setting a bad example for the rest of the girls Stacy. Get my father on it now.

Stacy: I'll go and call him right away ma'am...

Stacy walks away leaving Necra alone with the make up artist. She stares into the mirror as her eyes shift into a bluish color before shifting back. The make up artist starts to do the make up as Necra's mind races with thoughts about her up coming match.

Necra:Voice Over I can't believe they are putting me in a match like this. I actually have a partner that thinks the same way I do. Do whatever it takes in a match and gain the win over your opponents. I have to admit I don' think I have ever really watched any of your matches bu that doesn't matter. What information the Secretary at the SCW provided me with is enough to get an idea of who you are Mr. Dudley, and I like what I see. You have a troubled past, but then again what mortal fool doesn't?

The one that was doing Necra's make up accidentally pokes her in the eye with a eye liner pencil. Necra puts a hand to her eye, as the young woman falls to her knees.

Woman: Please forgive me my Goddess... I didn't mean to let the pencil slip!

Necra: I see... Why don't you go and make it right by your Goddess?

Woman: As you wish my Goddess. I will make the ultimate sacrifice for you.

The woman gets up and walks away as Necra does the rest of her make up.

Necra: Tom, I don't know what to expect from you, nor do you know what I can do in the ring. I'm not going to back down, and let Laura and her partner walk all over me, that's for damn sure, but I want to make sure I get this win. Two weeks ago I lost to her and Trish, and I'm not going to let it happen again, and I want to make sure that you and I are on the same page for this match. I just hope you know what you're getting into when you step into the ring with me as a partner. Can I trust you to watch my back? Of course the bigger question is can you trust me? Only time will tell I guess now won't it?

Necra finishes her make up, and gets up from the table. She runs a brush through her hair, and styles it before Sara appears again with a black dress bag over her arms. Necra takes it, and steps behind a change curtain and tosses the outfit she had been wearing over the top, and starts to get into the other dress. She soon steps out in a full length black dress trimmed with gold. The high collar on it looks like something from a Disney Villianess. The long sleeves fall to the ground,  and it seems to cling to all the right places. Her breasts appear bigger than they, as they are barley being held in by the thin material up top, while it gathers at the waist and flows to the floor, giving her hour glass figure within it. She moves to where the camera is, and the photographer just smiles. He steps out from behind the camera, and adjusts her collar, and kisses her hand.

Photographer: Miss Kane, I'm truly honored to have you as a model. Lets light some candles, and change the background for this... I want something to be remembered. And I have the perfect song for you...

Candle bras and other holders are lit, as Poison by Alice Cooper begins to play over the speakers. Necra smiles as she looks at the camera with her dark eyes catching the candle light, giving her an eerie look.

Photographer: Now lets begin...

Necra poses as the flash goes off. Her radiant beauty seems to captivate everyone around her, as she moves into another pose.

Necra: Voice Over A Canadian? Really? Pensez-vous vraiment que vous aurez une chance contre nous? (Do you really think that you will stand a chance against us?) I doubt that. I mean you are paired with Laura and I have to say that she hasn't really impressed me even though she has MY Tag Title. She's only managed to stand against me once, but you, have you ever faced someone like me before? Have you ever looked evil in the face, and said I'm going to bring the Giant down? Je parie que vous avez. (I bet you have.) You see it's going to take a lot more than that to bring me down. I am your worst nightmare, I am the creature that haunts dreams and lurks in shadows waiting for your soul to be free from your body. You're a second generation in the business... So am I, on both sides of the family. I come from a family of champions, and I was trained by one of the greatest men in this world. He was in the business for 15 years, and still is actually... He taught me to never back down, and strike fear in the hearts into my opponents with just a look or a few words. I've done it all, and when I walk through the hallowed halls of the SCW they cower in fear that I will reap their souls from their bodies before their time. When you step into the middle of the ring with me, you will see why I am feared, and what I can really do.

She makes another pose, as someone turns on the large fan to the side. Her long hair blew in the breeze along with the sleeves of the dress. Her movements were fluid as she moved into different poses before the camera.

Necra: Voice Over Laura, I saved you for the last. You and Trish think you're hot shit don't you because you managed to beat me and Amy? Think again. You two got lucky and nothing more. If you two hold those titles longer than us, then they'll be taken away from you before you know it. But that's not the problem right now is it? The thing is you and I will face each other once again, but this time, you will not be walking out of the ring, and I will make sure of that. I let you get away last time but not this time. This time I will make you feel the pain that you suffered last time, only it will be worse this time around. I'm not going to hold back when we stand in the middle of the ring. I don't like to play nice and I don't on plan on doing it now. By the end of it Laura I will make you beg for death, but it won't come, and there is nothing that your precious Amanda can do to save you. Dea sum mortem reginae mortuis domine risus tristes metit. Metuant. Videbis enim aspexisti mortem. Ego finis omnium. (I am the Goddess of Death, the Queen of the Dead, the Black Lady, the Grim Reaper. Fear me. For when you look upon me you will see death. I am the end for all.) See you soon.

The photo shoot soon sends, and Sara hands her a bottle of water, and they walk off toward the elevator.

Sara: It seemed to have gone well ma'am.

Necra: Indeed it did. Now on to training for my match.

They walk out of the photo studio and head toward the elevator. The numbers on the elevator soon start going down, and the doors soon open. The two of them step inside, and the elevator doors close as the scene fades to black.