[GoddessoftheDead]

 Act 1: Family History

"The Great One has fallen on his side, but the Ennead have pulled him together. I come, my soul speaks with my father, and I have this Great One from those eight crocodiles. I know them by their names and their lives, and I save my father from them. Get back, you crocodile of the West, who lives on the Unwearying Stars! Detestation of you is in my belly, for I have absorbed the power of Osiris, and I am Seth."
Spell 32 - Book of the Dead



The scene opens on the beautiful Isle of the Gods. The late evening sun was starting to set over the crystal clear blue water, casting it's bright pinks, and oranges to the horizon. The camera pans over the island, as the birds start to settle in for another night, and the night wildlife starts to come out and prowl the vast forests that cover the island. The camera moves to the vast estate where we find it lit up from top to bottom, as the servants do the last bit of their chores before turning in for another night. The sound of the front door opening and closing brings attention from the servants, as their "Goddess" returns to her palace on earth. The servants bow as she passes with her small entourage after the long trip from the mainland, and the long flight from South America. Misty's party had gone on for hours, and Necra had gotten bored, when she was not the center of attention. As Ex walks in, a young man hands him a box, and bows to him, before walking off once again. Ex's eyes go wide and Necra shakes her head knowing that "Bioshock Infinite" had arrived. He runs into the massive living room and opens the box, with Necra following behind. Pieces of plastic begin to fly from all over the room, but yet servants were there to clean it up as Ex hits the button on the 360 that sat below a flat screen HD TV. He sits back on the couch, as Necra sits beside him.

Necra: I can't believe you got that excited about a game.

Ex: You know how long I've been waiting for this?

Necra sighs, and leans back against the softness of the couch. Sothren and Sara walk into the living room and sit on the plush chairs on either side of the couch, as the opening for the game begins.

Necra: All right, I'll give you that. I just think that sometimes that it's a waste of time. But then again... I can get some things done when you have a new game.

Ex: This is going to be great... It takes place in 1912...

Soth: Those were the good old days. The love of Patriotism was everywhere, and World War 1 was only a few years away. The turn of the century, the luxury...

Necra: Great modern marvels?

Soth: Ah yes... Your mother and I were on the Titanic you know. I'll never forget that night. It was beautiful, and then it all turned to shit. Your mother landed in the water and froze to death... Or at least that life ended...

Ex: How come you didn't die that night? Or rather end up in the water?

Soth: I hit Cleo over the head with an oar, and she fell in.

The mirror in the corner of the room, comes to life, and an image of an older looking woman appears. Necra turns and smiles softly as she sees her mother on the other side.

Cleo: I remember that night, and I got him back the next time we met.

Necra: How?

Soth: She shot my balls off. I had to kill myself just to make them grow back.

Necra shakes her head, and sighs. The love between her parents was a strange one, and none could ever explain it. Sothren gets up and walks toward the mirror.

Cleo: Of course the night that we sailed I had that sarcophagi in the cargo hold.

Soth: I told you, that damn thing was cursed. But you insisted that you take it with you.

Necra: You mean the one where the Princess was buried alive? Nice work there mom.

Cleo: I doubt it was that... Even though there was a strange feeling about everything that night. It might have been her, but it doesn't matter now does it?

Necra: Not really, but then again it would explain a lot I guess. But next week I have one hell of a match, and it's not going to be that easy... A cage match, 8 Diva's, and 4 titles on the line... Well 3 technically.

Soth: Shame. If had been a street fight or anything else, you could have had me and Ex at ring side to help you... If you catch my drift...

Cleo: I'm sure she can handle herself. After all she is my daughter.

Soth: She's our daughter, and she takes after me then she does you!

Necra sighs, and gets to her feet, and heads for the balcony that over looked one the cliff sides that surrounded the island. The waves were crashing onto the rocks below, as the sun set completely, and the night was starting to come to life. She stares out over the black waves, as her eyes seem to shimmer in the first stars that had appeared.

Necra: Where do I begin? I have to say that I agree with what Misty had to say at her party. Weill win this match no matter what it takes. This is a match type that I enjoy. I can cause pain and suffering with a just a few quick moves toward the cold unforgiving kiss of the steel that will surround us. My problem is being taken care of by Joanne this week, and I have to say that I wish I could switch places with Joanne, but there are things at stake that only true champions can handle at this time.

Necra leans against the railing that ran the length of the balcony, and her eyes flash a bright blue color, before turning back to normal.

Necra: Roxi I have to say that I am very disappointed in you. At one point I considered you a sister, and now you have betrayed me and turned your back on me. By the end of this match you will wish that you never did, and you will beg me to forgive you, and bring you back into the fold, but I will not, and you really should give up this whole superhero thing... It's a bit much, and no one can take you seriously. You see people have made the same mistake that you have and don't believe in what I really am, and when they realize what I am, and how I still live they die, or fall to their knees and worship me as the Goddess I am. Next Sunday night when you step into that ring, I just hope that you know what you are getting yourself into.

She looks over her shoulder and smiles as her eyes seem to shift to red, only to shift back, and her smile seemed to gleam like metal in the light that came from the living room.

Necra: As for Odette, I don't really have anything against you, except that you are a bitch, that thinks the world should give you everything on a silver platter. Misty wants nothing more than to see you on that mat, bleeding and torn apart, and I'll be willing to do it, and I won't even charge her to do it. It will be my pleasure to see you in the middle of the ring, broken and bloodied with nothing more than another loss under you, instead of walking away with the Bombshell Title around your waist.

As she stares out over the water, a sound catches her attention. She turns around, and sees her father flying across the room, and into one of the many bookshelves, before hitting the stone floor.

Necra: Vixen you are the only one I think that I have never faced before. You are the odd one out, and I have to say I really don't care. I've watched you week in and week out, and I have to say that you are truly worthless to me. I'll let someone else handle you, while I go after someone a little more worthwhile. Tell me what have you done since you've been in the SCW? Anything? Anything at all? If you have then I've never seen it, or even heard about it. I think I'll just step back and let one of the Fallen take care of you.

Necra smirks as she turns back and faces the now blackened water.[/COLOR]

Necra: And onto you Faith. I hope you found your namesake somewhere my dear. Next Sunday night you will wish you never took that title that from Joanne. I mean you think that she's bad, I'm worse. She holds back, but I won't. The cage is my weapon, along with anything else that I can get my hands on that night. I want you to be ready to face me Faith, or at least try to be ready. I'm not going to back down, let alone walk away from this match without anything around my waist. I've met with your mother and father on the other side... Actually I was the one that took them across. I had a lovely conversation with them, and how disappointed they are in you. Just because you had a wonderful dream about mommy dearest doesn't make it true about what she really thinks. Let that sink in little girl and then meet me in the middle of the ring next Sunday and see how you fair.

Her eyes flash once again, and she turns and faces the living room. No one was paying attention to her but she could still feel eyes on her.

Necra: As for my counterparts, I have to say that I'm sure the four of us will manage to work together just long enough to take down Team SCW, and show them that we are the true Champions. Those titles will be ours no matter what we have to do to get them. We will make sure that they suffer and cry out in agony. I want them to beg for us to end it for them, but we shall not give in to such sympathy, such mercy! We are death! We are Hell! We will drain them of the blood they have and wear it upon our chests and show the world we are truly the best at what we do! Stand with me sisters and we shall not fail! I am the Goddess of the Dead, the Queen of Death, the Black Lady, the Reaper of Souls... Fear me! For when you look upon me you will see the face of death! See you soon.

Necra starts to laugh as a storm starts to roll in. Lightening flashes in the distance, as the sound of thunder rolls in the distance. She heads back into the living room, and sits back beside Ex, and curls up beside him, as the scene fades to black.[/COLOR]