[Christian Underwood]

 First RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 07/12/2014
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[GoddessoftheDead]

 Act 1: Dominance

matriarch  (ˈmeɪtrɪˌɑːk)

— n
1.    a woman who dominates an organization, community, etc
2.    the female head of a tribe or family, esp in a matriarchy
3.    a very old or venerable woman
>[C17: from matri-  + -arch , by false analogy with patriarch ]

'matriarchal

— adj

'matriarchic



The scene opens on the beautiful Nevada desert just outside of the bright lights of Vegas. The sun was shinning brightly against the bright blue sky, and not a cloud could be seen for miles. The Oasis was full of life, and busy as it always was with the servants heading this way and that going about their chores in case the Goddess was watching from her Ivory tower. The main house loomed over the streets of the now private town and was quiet at the moment. Sothren and Ex sat in the living room watching TV as Sara finished up the finishing touches in her Goddess's room before she arrived back from the city. The sound of a doorbell is soon heard echoing through the house, and Sothren sighs, and gets to his feet heading toward the front door, with Sara moving quickly down the stairs.

Sara: Why would the Goddess be ringing the doorbell?

Soth: I don't think that's her Sara. But who in the hell would be stupid enough to come all the way out here just to...

He reaches the door and opens it. There standing before him was an older looking woman, with short dark hair.



His eyes get wide as Sara reaches the door, and falls to her knees.

Woman: Hello Sothren...

Soth: You! Anyone but you!

Woman: Where is my granddaughter?

Somewhere along the road...

The scene soon switches to the long stretch of road in the middle of the Nevada desert. It was quiet, and yet life moved along the desert floor. Snakes moved along the hot desert floor, while the vultures circled over head in search of their next meal. The cactus flowers were in full bloom and moved gently in the the light breeze that moved across the open terrain. The road is empty but that soon changes as a black Porsche speeds down the road, with "Poison" by Alice Cooper blares over the speakers. The top was down, and we see Necra in the drivers seat. Her long hair blew in the wind and her eyes were covered with dark glasses and her tanned skin seemed to gleam in the late afternoon sun. She turns up the dirt road leading to the Oasis, and the dust flies up behind the car as she does. She enters the Oasis, and the servants watch her as she passes, and go back to what they were doing as she does. She soon reaches the house, and turns it off, heading to the front door. The door opens and there stood Stacy.

Necra: Stacy? What are you doing here?

Stacy: I'm here to see you, and I have a surprise for you.

Necra: That's usually not a good thing when you're here...

Stacy: Don't be silly. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you. After all it has been a while since she's seen you.

Necra's eyes go wide as Stacy takes her by the hand and leads her into the living room, where the older woman sits sipping from a fine china cup. Sothren stands by the door, and seems to be trembling from what Necra can see. The older woman smiles as she gets to her feet, and walks over to Necra as they enter the room.

Stacy: You remember Matriarch Hunra don't you my Goddess?

Necra: Of course I do... But wh- wh- what are you doing here? I thought you didn't like to travel outside of Egypt Matriarch?

Matriarch Hunra: I don't, but I dislike your grandfather more. Now come here and let me look at you.

Necra stands before her, and she looks her over, and then over at Sothren.

Matriarch Hunra: It's hard to believe that something so beautiful came from you. She does take after her mother doesn't she?

Soth: She has her mother's looks, but I'm the one that taught her everything she knows you old cow.

Matriarch Hunra: What talent? I've seen your work and you are a two bit hack if nothing else. No my daughter and granddaughter have real talent.

Soth: I'll have you know that...

Matriarch Hunra: Quiet! The grownups are talking! And who is this young man?

She looks over at Ex as Necra crosses the room, and smiles softly looking down at Ex.

Necra: This is my boyfriend Ex.

Ex gets to his feet, and towers over the older woman. She smiles as she looks between Ex and Necra.

Matriarch Hunra: My you're a big one. Do you treat her the way she is meant to be treated?

Ex: Y-y-yes ma'am.

Matriarch Hunra: Good. If you ever make her unhappy you'll have to deal with me. Now, Necra be a dear and take my bags up stairs and we'll have a nice quiet chat.

Necra: Yes Matriarch!

Necra grabs the two bags that were sitting in the living room and start up the stairs with the older woman following behind. Ex lets out a sigh of relief as Sothren just shakes his head.

Soth: I can't believe you caved in...

Ex: I didn't see you doing any better. She scared the hell out of me.

Soth: You know what?

Ex: What?

Soth: She scares me too.

The camera shifts to an upstairs guest room where we find Necra with the Matriarch. She looks around the room and nods, as Necra sets the luggage on the floor by the bed.

Necra: I hope this room will do.

Matriarch Hunra: It's fine my child. You have done well for yourself.

Necra: Thank you Matriarch. I just took over from my mother, but the stocks have been going up since I did.

Matriarch Hunra: That's not what I meant my child. You have servants fawning over you and follow you with blind faith. Your mother had followers and those that were loyal, but you... You have more then she did. Why is that?

Necra: I'm not sure. I guess because they figure if they give up their lives for me, they can serve me in the next life.

Matriarch Hunra: I see. But I have to say that I'm surprised that you followed your mother in another way. The whole wrestling thing never did become a Kane. But you... you have done what your mother could not.

Necra walks to the window and looks over the town below watching the servants going about their chores.

Necra: What do you mean? Mom won titles more then I'll ever see.

Matriarch Hunra: She did, but you have something about you, that gives you the edge over all the opponents that you have faced child. I've kept up with it, and I have to say that you are good. Very good.

Necra: Thank you Matriarch. That means a lot coming from you. I'll let you get settled and hopefully I'll see you at dinner.

Matriarch Hunra: Of course. Unless your father is going to be there.

Necra: He'll more than likely be there.

Matriarch Hunra: Then no. Have my dinner sent up please.

Necra: As you wish Matriarch.

Necra sighs, and heads out of the room, closing the door behind her, and heads back downstairs. Her long black and gold toga flows behind her, as she does, and heads out the front door. The late afternoon sun was starting to set over the horizon casting shadows over the Oasis.

Necra: The Matriarch is right, I do have what it takes and a certain edge when it comes to being in the ring, but this week, is going to be a match that I have been waiting for, for a while now. I've held the Bombshell Roulette Title three times over, and yet... Yet I want it again. Even if it means I have to beat Emma to get it. I know that our friendship is just starting and both of us just wanted a friendly match, but it looks like the brass had bigger plans.

Necra continues to walk along and as she does the servants fall to their knees until she passes and continue on with what they were doing.

Necra: You know that I'm not going to hold back, or try to keep myself from letting go of every emotion just to get my hands on that title once again. Of course if you do mange to hold onto the title then that's fine but I won't be an easy task this time around. I know a lot of people are going to tell you that our friendship is going to change after this match, but they're wrong. If I win, I'll be thrilled, and if you win I'll still feel the same. But you and I both know that either of us is willing to give that chance up, and both of us will do our best to get that win, and the title that we both want.

As she walks along the sky starts to cloud over, and the sounds of thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance. Necra sighs, and starts back toward the house.

Necra: We've only faced each other a couple of times, but I know how you move, and how you handle yourself in the ring. You leave openings and make mistakes when you start to get excited. Especially when you think you have the match won. I will watch and wait to see those openings and when I do there will be no stopping me. I will do everything that I have to, to win this match and take back what is rightfully mine. Ever since you've had it your luck has been really good, but it's going to take a turn for the worse and once again when everything is said and done, the title will be back where it belongs. In my hands.

Necra looks up at the sky, watching the clouds roll in slowly causing the sun to fade away from the sky. She reaches the house as the first rumble of thunder rips through the air.

Necra: Emma this match is going to be bloody no matter how you look at it. You have something I want, and I will do whatever it takes to get it. I will break your bones, wreck that beautiful face of yours, and watch the last drop of blood flow from you just to get my hands on that title, but I don't mean it as an evil act, but simply business. But remember we both want something, but only one of us can walk away with what we want. I don't want to destroy you to get it, and I wish that it could be anyone else but you that is going to step into that ring with me and holds the title, but it's not, and I'm afraid what is going to be done, cannot be undone.

She heads back into the house, and closes the door behind her, as the rain started to fall on the dry desert around them. Necra makes her way through the house and up to her room with servants bowing the whole way. She walks into the massive room and stands by the bay window that over looked the road and the lightning flashed once again casting Necra's reflection in the window, but it wasn't her. A woman with what appears to be ram horns encircle her head, and gray wings appear on her back, with white pupiless eyes.

Necra: I know that you will not hold back let along back away from this match. You will do what needs to be done won't you Emma? Even if it means losing to the likes of me. I know you'll fight doing whatever you have to, to bring down the Goddess of the Dead. That's what I want though. Don't hold back, and let me win, no. I want a fight that the fans will love, and one they will remember when they look back on the event. But don't get me wrong Emma it won't be easy, and I plan on doing everything that I can to win. By the end of this you will be bloodied, broken, humiliated, bruised, and beaten, and watching me walk away with the title you once held leaving you with nothing once again. I am the Goddess of Death, The Queen of the Dead, The Guide of Souls, The Reaper of Souls, and The Lady in Black. Fear me! For when you look upon me you will see your death. See you Emma.

Necra turns away from the window but the strange image remains, as the eyes seem to glow in a strange light, as the scene fades to black.

[Emma Rose]

 ** Arriving in ___

The scene opens up inside a large villa overlooking the crystal clear blue water, surrounded by a white sandy beach. The sounds of the ocean are softly rolling over and over in the background, while the slight chit chat from people enjoying themselves on the beach carries easily in the wind. As Ben stands behind Emma, who is blind folded her walks her over towards the balcony, his hands on her hips guiding her. His finger tips dug slightly into her bare skin as his hands travelled up underneath the hem of her shirt, causing her to giggle from being slightly ticklish. As they came into line with the doorway Ben carefully slid the door open, before turning back around to make sure Emma wasn’t stealing a glance. Pulling her out onto the balcony he grabs onto both of her hands with his left hand before using his right hand to slip the blind fold off of her eyes slowly. Keeping her eyes closed for a bit the tired Emma Rose takes a few moments to adjust to the blistering heat that is warming her skin. Taking a look up into Ben’s eyes at first the Kiwi flashed her boyfriend a delightful smile before turning to look over her right shoulder. Looking down on the white sandy beach Emma’s green eyes grew wide as she looked upon the shoreline.

Emma: This isn’t Portugal Ben...

Turning to look back at him Emma’s heart was beating at a million mile per minute; she couldn’t be where she thought she was could she? Without skipping a beat Ben’s smile grew wider as he looked down at his redhead angel with great satisfaction.

Ben: I know... It’s Cabo San Lucas!

The name of the place rolled off his tongue so perfectly, like a droplet of water rolling off a flawless vivid green leaf. Emma looked back at the beach below her, and then straight back at Ben. Her mind racing, hurdling though reasons as to why he would bring her to this spot.

Emma: Why are we in Cabo?

Raising her right eyebrow up at him, she was digging for information; she was hoping they were here for a reason. Ben could see what she was doing, but he didn’t acknowledge it he was going to make her sweat it out. Going to see how long it was going to take before she snapped and cut to the chase to ask him.

Ben: You said you wanted to go somewhere hot, sunny and beachy so here we are.

Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled his petite girlfriend into him, looking down at her with nothing but contentment oozing from his confident features. He was happy with himself. In fact he knew that he had her right where he wanted her to be, like putty in his hands.

Emma: You brought me to Mexico?

Even though her own two legs were standing in Mexico she couldn’t believe it, she doubted him. It was almost like she was waiting for Ben to say “Gotcha, were in Rio Darling” Taking her eyes off his she stepped back from him watching him like a hawk, waiting for the truth.

Ben: I did.

Ben let go of Emma’s waist and grabbed her right hand leading her over towards the balcony. Using his free left hand he pointed out to the ocean in front of them, his face smirking wildly.

Emma: You actually brought me to Mexico?

Turning to look back up at him her mouth was stuck open from shock. In fact her whole body was in shock. Ben couldn’t help but notice that Emma’s body has froze, like she was in midst of a panic attack. Reaching out he cradle her into his side, holding her protect her in case she fainted. What? Ever since she was a little girl she dreamt of finally making it to Mexico and now she was here she was lost for words, lost for feeling but overcome with emotions.

Ben: Do I need to take you to specsavers darling?

Stepping around to stand in front of her Ben reached out and grabbed each side of her face gently, leaning down he silently pressed his lips against hers. Hoping that would ease her body back down from stiffness. Emma closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his flesh against hers as she finally undraped her arms from around her body. Loosening up the Kiwi melted into Ben’s touch with ease as he tenderly reminded her that she was his. Breaking the kiss Ben held onto her gently, holding her as if she was a butterfly and a swift movement may or may not break her he watched her eyes slowly reopen.

Emma: You and I are together in Cabo?

Her words were just above a whisper as he looked down at her thrilled that he had taken her by surprise. Sure she wasn’t running up and down screaming while waving her hands in the air excited but nevertheless he knew that he had done what he had set out to do. That being taking her by surprise, never in a million years did Emma think that he would bring her to Mexico, never in her life.

Ben: Now... before your mind goes off under your own steam, I have to stress something to you. This isn’t what you think it is Em.

He felt her slender body slightly drop in his touch as if a wave of disappointment had just washed her to shore. Looking up at him she tried her best to fake an innocence, she tried her best to hide the small hard lump that had made its way up to the bottom of her throat that was choking her silently.

Emma: And what do I think it is?

She found it had to talk and he didn’t miss a beat as her voice seemed a lot more high pitched that normal. Another one of her desirable quirks that he had learnt by being with her over so many years. Even though he had just smacked the thought of a proposal out of her hands, he still knew deep down that she was over the moon to be in Cabo. She was just in the adjustment stage of knowing what she wanted and what she needed.  

Ben: Don’t play games with me, you know damn right.

Loosening up some more Emma looked up at Ben and swallowed the hard sticky feeling of disappointment down into the pit of her stomach. Giving her a moment to compose herself she looked back up at Ben and smiled a true blue Emma Rose smile.

Emma: I know, I know... when you’re ready... I can wait. I mean what’s another seventeen years of our lives huh?

A cheeky smirk now took centre stage on her face as she watched his smile slightly fade away to a playful sneer.

Ben: Don’t backhanded compliment me, or we’ll get straight back on that plane missy.

He was giving her his most “convincing” stern faces trying to make his point to her. Emma just laughed before ducking into his chest stealing a hug from her boyfriend.

Emma: You’d have to drag me on there and I know for a fact you don’t like to cause a scene.

Looking up at him with playful innocent eyes Emma was trying her best to win this one. Ben just replied by putting his arms around her back and pressing her into him, holding her tightly.

Ben: For this I wouldn’t mind.

Licking his lips she could tell from the vibration that was running up and down his body that he was chuckling to himself. Shaking her head from side to side Emma just sighed as she rested into his body, feeling at home.

Emma: Yeah, yeah.

Lifting his arm up he ran his fingers through her long red hair, while continuing to hold onto her securely. As if he was scared that the wind would pick up and carry her away. He was always like this with her, always holding onto her as if he never wanted to let her go. Some people may have thought that they were too clingy, too needy of each other but to them it just felt right.

Ben: So sassy considering someone should be really hung over.

This time he could hide his laugh as he let out a chuckle, the world famous Ben Jordan chuckle that screamed nothing else just trouble.

Emma: Did I really drink that much on the plane?

Ben tried to keep his mind from taking a trip down memory lane but he couldn't as he instantly thought of a flash back of Emma dancing up and down the hallway of the plane with a wine bottle in hand entertaining him with vocals from the Divinyls. Obviously she had forgotten or had chosen to forget it for now, so he kept it to himself.

Ben: What can I say I make a great fruity concoction?

Slipping back into his flash back Ben couldn’t help but smile as if he had won the lotto as the feeling of Emma’s body sliding up and down his as she showed off her less than stellar drunken dance moves to him. The thought of her body grinding up against his was enough to have his mind begging for a sober re-enactment, right here right now on the balcony. She had a way with him, she had a way of being the biggest goofball in the world but he thought it was extremely sexy. His flash back of her now shifted to her sitting on his lap playing with her hair as she bounced up and down in his lap, as she boisterously summoned him by name, not even caring that the plane had two other people on board. His trip down memory lane was quickly brought to a halt as Emma slapped him across the chest.  

Emma: So you got me drunk, in dry July?

Forgetting all about her plea to stay sober in July Ben bit down on his bottom lip before saying the only thing that could and would get him out of this mess.

Ben: SURPRISE!!! We’re in Cabo!

Wrapping her in his arm tighter Ben held onto her for dear life, hoping she would brush it all off. Looking up at him with a wicked smile she licked her lips.

Emma: I love you.

Her eyes melted in the happy blue eyes that stared back at her from him as he smiled.

Ben: I love you too.

And with those words exchanged the two read each other’s bodies like a well read book and exchanged a heated kiss. That’s where I’ll leave these two for now, as I believe we all know where this is headed right?  


** At dinner; later in the evening...

The scene opens up with a shot of Emma and Ben sitting in a restaurant that is located on the brilliantly white sands of Cabo. They sit across from each other on a small rectangle table, staring into each other’s eyes while enjoying their beautiful meals. The moon is lit high in the sky above them as it shimmers over the rolling water that can be heard crashing onto the shore beside them. As Ben and Emma exchange some small talk at the dinner table a waitress comes up from beside Ben, refilling their glasses with champagne.

Waitress: So Ben tell me did you and Misty ever end up sleeping together?

The Waitress looks directly at Emma staring a hole deep right through her, Emma’s normally happy eyes flash to Ben in an instant looking confused and hurt.

Emma: What the hell Ben?

Ben was quick to wave his hands up in front of his body declaring innocence as he looks at Emma, his focus far from the pretty blonde waitress that has come over to cause drama.

Ben: THAT NEVER HAPPENED!! I SWEAR!!

His eyes never left Emma’s as she put her fork down suddenly not feeling hungry anymore. The blonde female turned on her heels smiling proudly showing that she was happy with the drama that she had just caused. Ben reached across the table and held on to Emma’s hands trying to regain her eye contact.

Ben: Jesus where in the hell did that question come from?

Lightly laughing he tried to ease the tension that had instantly taken over the two, Emma just sighed before taking her right hand away from his. Grabbing her drink she took a long sip as if she was trying to gain some form of liquid courage.

Emma: What aren’t you telling me?

Her normally playful eyes were cold and harsh as if she was expecting a lie to come from Ben’s lips. She didn’t mean to be so threatened by the fact that yes Ben may have slept with Misty, it was just the fact that he had obviously moved on for a while without her.

Ben: There was this time where everyone though Misty and I liked each other... but believe me Em, I didn’t and never ever touched her in that way... I mean I made her tap but...

He was doing a really bad job at explaining himself, a typical Benjamin Jordan trait. Emma knew that he was telling the truth she was just shocked and taken off guard by the random question from the trouble making waitress.

Emma: But...

Her glare on him intensified as his reached over and grabbed at both of her hands once more, holding them tightly rubbing his thumbs on the back of her hands in soothing circular motion. He was playing this “calm Emma Rose down step by step” rule book to a tee.

Ben: That’s all... nothing more nothing less.

Looking up at her with a positive smile he was hoping that she was return the favour but it turned out she had other things in mind. Other things that have been boiling over in the back of her mind for years.

Emma: Seriously Ben, how many has there been?

Pulling his hands back Ben seemed offended as he looked around at the beautiful night sky, the amazing dinner that was before them provided by the expensive restaurant that he had to pull strings at to even get a seat for them both tonight. He was gutted, absolutely gutted.

Ben: You really want to talk about this now?

Running his right hand over his face he held back a sigh, looking over towards his Kiwi who was just coldly staring back at him. He knew that this was a bad idea, but he had made a promise to Emma to never ever lie to her. They would just have to deal with the fall out as it came to blows.

Emma: I wouldn’t bring it up if I didn’t, now spill.

Raising her right eyebrow up at him Emma watched as Ben painfully looked at her, she knew that he was torn apart and she knew that this wasn’t going to be easy for him or hell easy for her. Emma just needed to know this, it had been eating her alive since the separated. She wanted to know how many times he had been with another woman. It was as if the answer was a measuring stick to prove his commitment to her. It was fucked up truly fucked up but she was insecure about him. Hell even though he had bought her a house, shared his bank account with her and called her his Wilma, his Lady, his everything it was as if that still wasn’t enough for her. It wasn’t because Ben was a player, or because she thought she thought he would cheat on her it was because she didn’t feel good enough for him. She still felt like he deserved a hell of a lot more. Maybe someone less crazy, someone more football orientated, more carefree?

Ben: I don’t know Emma I didn’t keep a journal or a log book for these things.

His eyes dropped as he looked at the white table cloth, the happy smile completely drained from his face as he admitted his crimes. Emma cringed as she bit down on her tongue, he couldn’t remember how many? Hell that could have meant anything, it could have been something so innocent as a two... to something so crazy and out of control like ninety nine.

Emma: Wow, so did I even mean anything to you?

Her words dripped like poison as Ben’s infected wound took another lashing verbally from Emma. Looking up at her he was gobsmacked.  

Ben: Emma you’re the best I’ve ever had.

The truth was in his tone, his raw emotional tone that was screaming at her even though he was quiet. Seriously quiet like he was a voiceless victim who was trying to scream but only air escaped his lips.  

Emma: Don’t try and weasel out of this with flattery.

Silence fell on the two as Ben looked down from her once more, his hands coming together in a sweaty pile of stress. He didn’t know what to say or do, he was just stunned. Stunned that he had to be so honest about this right here right now in Mexico. Emma’s eyes flicked as she held back that burning feeling behind her eyes, looking up at the wrong time Ben let out a massive sigh putting his folded arms on the table he looked down at his wasted meal.

Ben: Well I guess it’s time I came clean... You remember Blaire from school right? Well I...

He swallowed loudly and before her could finish Emma cringed.

Emma: You slept with my worst enemy?

She had bellowed out those words between gritted teeth. She felt like she was yelling but she too was just talking above a whisper. The sound of her name was enough to feel like a dagger stabbing her deep inside her chest. Scanning for her heart and profusely ripping it to pieces with slash after slash. Ben looked up at her his face was pale, eerily pale like as if he was going to be sick.

Ben: I was hurt, you left me for New Zealand... you never called, wrote, nothing... I wanted to hate you so much...

He was pouring it all out he was letting her have it. He was finally opening up about how he felt after she had walked out of his life.  

Emma: Seriously? I didn’t exactly see you calling me, writing to me, emailing me? What the actual fuck Ben?

It’s sad to think that in some ways she had ruined him and in return he had ruined her. They had ruined each other for anyone else in this world as crazy as this all was. there was still a beautiful silver lining.

Ben: Darling, Babe, Baby, Em, Emz, Emma...

Looking at her he reached out grabbing for her hands. Emma placed hers on the table, feeling his hard masculine man hands come down on top of them to rub them. He didn’t want to let go and to be honest she didn’t want him to.  

Emma: Yes Benjamin?

Looking up at him she didn’t smile but she was warm enough for him to know what she was okay. It was Ben she was worried about. He looked as if he had shrunk inside his super tight fitting suit that would make Emma swoon for him. He knew that it was her favourite suit on him so he purposely worn it tonight, he wanted everything to run smoothly but right now they were in the midst of a break down.  

Ben: Please don’t be mad at me, it was a long time ago. I was young, angry, confused...

He looked as if he was going to fall into a million pieces not a single inch of happiness was left in his body. He had transformed into a mess that was begging for her to forgive him.  

Emma: Please stop.

Emma wanted him to stop talking, she needed him to. The look of despair on his face was killing her. The look of loss was enough to rip her apart, she had done this. Why oh why had she brought all of this up tonight? She should have just left it, why would you ruin it? YEAH EMMA!!!

Ben: I want you to hear me out, don’t be mad baby, I love you and only you.

His blue eyes searched for hers as they begged hers to listen, to stand up and pay attention to his words.

Emma: I’m not mad Ben... I’m just processing this all.

Her honest words were enough to make his face lighten up, he sighed of course knowing that he still felt like the evil at the table. The tainted evil.

Ben: If it makes you feel any better, I accidently called Blaire your name.

His Cockney grin crossed his face as he admitted a dark secret of his past, once that made a fire light back up inside of his girlfriend. Had she been under his skin that bad that he would even think about her in the time where he wanted to forget her? She was trying to hide her blushing red cheeks but he had caught a glimpse of them, like two little red fireflies dancing in the moonlight.

Emma: Wait... what?

His eyes fell into hers, even he was now blushing.

Ben: Not one of my finest moments with a lady, but honest to God, hand on heart it happened... and that’s when I knew I was lost without you.

Rubbing the back of his neck Ben was trying to rub the tension out of his muscles.

Emma: Ben don’t...

She didn’t want to see him like this, she wanted him to stop. She didn’t want him to go back down memory lane into a dark time for them both. Emma tried to get him to stop talking. She started to run her hands on his trailing them up his arm. Trying to steal his attention from his words for a moment so they could get lost in each others’ eyes, Emma wanted him to forget about all of this. She just wanted to see him smile.

Ben: Listen to me Emma. I will never ever hurt you like this again. I will never make you feel this way. I just needed to go into this with a clear mind. Please Emma... you have to understand that you’re the only one I want, the only one I’ve ever wanted. Regardless of the others, it was always you... always us.

He was being brutally honest with her, there was no crazy wild Ben to hide behind he was being the softer more serious side that only she got to witness. He was being the lesser known Ben Jordan, the side that would no doubt get him ripped for weeks by his football friends if they ever saw it. He didn’t care. He needed her to see this. For too long they had both just shrugged it all, for too long they had both just said they were truly over it and now Ben was finally putting it to rest.  

Emma: Then why didn’t you come looking for me Ben?

It was the first time she had ever asked him that question out loud. It was the first time Emma wanted to know why if she meant so much to him why would he just let her walk out of his life?

Ben: I did sweetheart, I got on a plane and went to New Zealand... I went to Dunedin, I found you... just unfortunately I ran in Audrey first.  She told me you were seeing some guy, told me that you have never been happier and that seeing me would only ruin everything you had done in your life so far without me.

She couldn’t believe her ears, she wanted to stop him she was shocked. As she cut him off Emma quickly ran her right hand through her hair pushing it back out of her face.

Emma: Ben I...

She tried to cut him off but he just kept talking, ignoring her plea for him to stop.

Ben: Then I saw you on billboards, I saw you in magazines, on the internet, my mates were calling me and texting me telling me what an idiot I was for letting you go. Do you think that didn’t kill me?

His tone was so bitter but so remorseful, so hurt but so full of life. He was breaking it right down and answering all of her questions that he knew she had wanted answered since they got back together.

Emma: You didn’t let me go, I had to leave... I didn’t want to leave but I had to.

Wiping a tear away from her right eye Ben cringed at the sight of it. He hated, wait reword that HE DESPISED the sight of her tears. He hated seeing her in mental of physical pain, Emma was a tough cookie and it would take something huge to have her break down those walls and lead her to tears. Gritting his teeth his leant across the table and wiped another tear away from her cheek. The warm liquid felt like lava on his rough hands, burning a horrible feeling in them.  

Ben: I know Emma and there isn’t a day that goes by that we both don’t kick ourselves over the lost time... just promise me no more okay, no more?

Getting up from his chair he made his way around to her, kneeling on the floor in front of her Emma was completely oblivious to the position that her boyfriend Ben Jordan was now in. Looking up at her with hope twinkling in his blue eyes he held onto her hands tightly as she started to talk.

Emma: It’s hard though Ben... if I didn’t walk out of your life all those years again, where would we be now? We’d still be together, married... I’d say we would have a kid by now. I ruined it by letting my parents move me back to New Zealand... things could be so much more set in stone for us... it’s just hard Benny... I never want to be without you again. I’m sorry for what Audrey did but you have to know I never knew about this until now. I never dated anyone seriously after you. I was never in love, I was never happy with any other guy.  I’m going to kill her.

Lifting his right index finger up to her lips he placed it there silencing her.

Ben: Don’t Emma, she was only protecting you.

Pushing his finger away Emma bit back hurt not by him but from what her sister had done to them.

Emma: I don’t need protecting from her Ben; I don’t need anyone’s protection.

Once again his finger came up to stop her mid sentence trying to regain control of this conversation.

Ben: Yes you do... by me. I don’t care what I have to do to prove that to you... I will.

His knee was sinking into the sand below them; he was completely unaware of how this looked to the rest of the people in the restaurant, while Emma was in the same boat as him.

Emma: You’re adorable you know that right? You don’t need to do anything Ben. Just being here with me tonight is enough.

Looking down at him she bent down and pressed her lips softly on his lips stealing a gentle sweet kiss. One that instantly washes away all the pain and suffering from the last twenty minutes of conversation. Pulling away slowly Emma’s eyes sparkle in the night lights as Ben’s stay locked in hers.

Ben: Is it?

He looked still concerned by what her answer was going to be.

Emma: It is and with you being so honest I’m the one who is blessed.

She was being honest and he could tell, but he had to get it confirmed.

Ben: But is it enough for you Emma?

Screwing up her nose Emma was confused with where this was going, as she had just answered that question before. Well so she thought.

Emma: What are you talking about you have lost me Ben?

Looking up at her he demanded her full attention as his hands cupped either side of her face.

Ben: Us right now? Is this enough for you... just you and me?

Emma brought her hands down on top of Ben’s shoulders so she could control him and have him focus on her answer.

Emma: Okay I’m seriously confused... what on earth are you talking about. You are enough for me; you’re all I’ve ever wanted... anything on top of that is a blessing.

A smile was quick to beam back on Ben’s face almost snapping him out of a trance. Looking down at the sand under his knees Ben’s attention turned back up to Emma who was looking on delightfully confused.  

Ben: Is that the car alarm?

Ben snapped back up to his feet with in a heartbeat. Had he really just gotten down on bended knee in front of her and not asked her that magic question? He was praying she didn’t pick up on it but now Emma was looking at him confused, was he going to subliminally propose to her or was she just wishful thinking?

Emma: I don’t think so...

Looking up at him she watched as he fidgeted around in his pockets trying to find the rental car keys.

Ben: I’m fairly sure I can hear the car alarm... I’ll be back!

Without even waiting for her to answer the Cockney King took off in a flustered jog. He needed to clear his head for the moment while Emma needed to collect her thoughts. What on earth had just happened? Well if one thing is clear at least they made up right?


**

Dear Diary,

Well the next chapter in my Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship life is ready to be written and the pages fall on the 20th of July. The title; is none other than Into The Void III where I find myself facing my new acquaintance Necra. Wow.  What a mixed bag of emotions this is going to be. Not only does Into The Void fall on my three month anniversary of holding the title but I get to face a certain Bombshell that I’m not quite sure what her agenda is.

For weeks now Necra has been my friend, looking out for me, giving me advice, offering me a place to stay it has been really nice. On the other hand tho I can’t help but get alarm bells ringing every time she comes near me. I’m not blind, I see the way she looks at the Championship belt, I see the way her eyes light up as if she wants to taste the sweet satisfaction of winning the belt once more. Why wouldn’t she? I mean the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship has more bragging rights, right now than the precious Bombshell Championship.

Look at it this way, during my time of being the Roulette Champion we have witnessed the Bombshell Championship change hands three times. Not only that but we have witnessed Brandi get screwed out of her well deserved reign NOT only that but now we have a title less Champion right now in Vixen... what a mess what a sick and sad sorry mess the Bombshell Championship has surrounding it. Where is the honour? Where is the fight? Where is the will to make this Championship the best in the division? It’s lost... dead... buried and well as of right now it’s stolen.

One thing’s for sure I can guarantee the same fate won’t happen to the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship at Into The Void III I’m going to walk into that arena the Champion and I’m going to walk out of that arena as the Champion. Why? Because I have to, I have to keep my hands firmly on this gold to keep it in the spotlight, to keep its reign as the premier belt in the Bombshell division today. Let’s face it, it needs me and my calculated guidance and I need it because it makes me feel unstoppable. I’m sorry Necra but friendship or not when it comes to protecting what is currently mind I will do whatever is takes.

Regardless of the outcome, I hope we can continue to work on whatever sort of friendship we have going. I just need you to stop worrying about my well being and what is happening between Ben and me. I’m a big girl and I can handle myself. I can handle Ben and I sure as hell can handle my busy life that seems to be a big commotion for some. I have this goal of mine to walk out on my three month anniversary night with a victory up my sleeve, I call it locked and loaded.

Whatever that Roulette wheel lands on I will be ready for it, cage match, mud match, paddle on the pole, thumbtack, graveyard, fear factory... I’m ready. I’m ready to put my body on the line and I’m ready to defend the glorious Bombshell Roulette Championship. I will not let it go without a fight, so next Sunday I hope you’re ready for one Necra.

Friendly banter and everything as side, next Sunday it’s business and I like to handle my business fast and efficiently... so don’t be counting on a pleasant affair. I will treat you like any other respectable challenger, but I will also take you do like every other challenger that has come before you. This isn’t war Necra, it’s just a tough spot we are both in, but we knew this the moment we stepped into this arrangement.

I will however extend you this, Good luck, I wish you all the best and I hope you don’t stop until you think you have almost pried this from my hands. I want you to fight until the point where you have to peel back my finger tips that are digging into the leather strap of the Championship belt. I want you to push me to my absolute limits but I want you to know that regardless of how far you push me I will fight back ten thousand times harder.

Protecting the yard is a must, protecting the house is a necessity, walking out with the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship for me is a promise I have to keep to my fans and to myself.

So Necra at Into The Void III let the games begin, for in the name of the Make a Wish foundation we are going to rock the roof off the house and give the fans what they truly want to see. The Championship match up of the night in the Bombshell division. No fuss, no bullshit, just you and I locking horns. May the best girl win.

Like I always say it’s time to be Kia Kaha Emma Rose.

Let’s get you over the line and make your three month anniversary something to be remembered for years to come. It’s time to tear down the invisible walls that are holding you back and bring the audience a new more powerful side of yourself.

It’s time to unleash the flightless bird.

Love
ERJ
xoxox

[GoddessoftheDead]

 Act 1: Love is Eternal

“Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.”
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The scene opens on the beautiful city of Las Vegas. The day was bright, and the sun hung high against the bright blue sky over the city once again. The strip was crowded with people as it usually was, and people moved by quickly taking in the sights around hem, and wandering off to find the next big thing. Across town, at San Martin Campus Hospital Bombshells and Superstars from the SCW were making the dreams of the kids come true with the help of the Children's Miracle Network. The camera goes to the interior of the wing where it was being held, and flashes from cameras filled the space. The kids smiled and squealed with delight at least those that could while others sat upon their beds smiling all the while. We soon see Necra with a little girl that was attached to an IV. Necra smiles and hands her a stuffed cat. The little throws her arms around Neca's neck, and wanders off with the cat in her arms.

Sara: That was a sweet gesture ma'am.

Necra: I know. I thought he would make someone else happy... And I was right.

Necra stands looking around the room, as she brings her hand up, and sees that it has started to turn into a pure white skeletal hand. Her eyes wide, as she looks around the room in hopes that it wasn't one of the kids. She moves to a quiet corner and a tablet appears before her from out of nowhere. She pulls up the list and lets out a sigh as it falls into her hands.

Sara: Is it one of the kids?

Necra: No. But it is someone in the hospital. I'll be back in a bit.

Necra makes her way over to Hot Stuff and speaks with him quickly and then disappears through the door and out into the hallway.

Necra: (Voice Over) I'm glad that the kids in there are having a good time. Most of them don't have a lot of time, while others will become healthy once again. Emma I know you want to give these kids a show that they will never forget or anyone else for that matter. I know that the title is up for grabs and neither one of us is willing to let it slip through our fingers. You see I know that you're going to fight to keep your title, and will do everything that you can to stop me, but it's not going to be enough. I'm going to bring that title back where it belongs.

Necra moves along the long hallways seemingly to go unnoticed by the people around her. Her long hair drapes over her back and doesn't seem to move, as if she were a ghost moving among the living. She reaches the elevator and steps inside as the doors start to close, and watch the numbers go up. The door opens, and she steps out not knowing where she was going, but something wasn't right on this floor.

Necra: (Voice Over)I know the two of us are friends but yet there will always be something in the way and that is the title. I am not going to hold back in this match, and you know what happened the last time I faced anyone for that title and walked away with it. I destroyed them, made them bleed and wish to whatever God they pray to that they would let the pain end, but it didn't, and I'm afraid I will have to do the same to you, just to get what I want. I know that you will do everything that you will to stop me, but it won't be enough to bring me down, not this time at least.

Necra continues to move along the hallways passing rooms with people that were sick, or waiting for their final moments. Necra could feel their souls calling to her, but it wasn't their time, and they weren't the ones that she was here for. She stops in her tracks and turns around, feeling something calling, almost beckoning to her from the other end.

Necra: (Voice Over) I know that you don't want me to get involved with your love life but I'm afraid I have to say something my dearest Emma. If Ben didn't admit that he was involved with those women what else isn't he telling you? I mean if I were you, I would look into whatever or whoever else he was involved with. After all I'm just looking out for you... That's why this whole title bout is so hard. One on hand we're friends, and I don't want to see you lose the title, but on the other hand... I will do whatever it takes to bring you down, and show the rest of the Bombshells I'm just as good as I always been. And if any of them want to step into the ring with me, then they better hope I have an off week. I mean look at what I did to Jessie a couple of weeks ago? I destroyed her and didn't even look back did I? Emma right now I have a lot of mixed emotions but the one that is coming out right now is the title will be mine no matter what.

Necra continues down the hallway looking in each room but sees more of the same.

Necra: (Voice Over)Emma I know that you are going to do everything that you can to stop me, but you and I both know what it's going to come down to right? A spin on that Roulette Wheel, and hopefully it'll be in my favor this time. You've been lucky so far and keeping that title in your hands, but I'm afraid your luck has run out this time around. You know that I'm not afraid to break bones, or to make my opponents bleed, and just because we're friends that's not going to stop me. I will try to hold back but I have a feeling I'm not going to be able to. I want that title so bad that I can taste the gold and feel the coolness of the metal in my hands once again.

Necra walks along the hallways and watches the nurses make their rounds for the hour, and head back to the nurses station waiting for someone to buzz for help or want something. Necra passes by a vase of flowers and they wilt as she does. She sighs knowing that her other half was starting to appear which meant she was close.

Necra: (Voice Over) Emma how long do you think you'll be able to stay in that ring with me? How long do you think you're going to last? How low will you sink to keep your title? Will you do everything that you can to stop me? Or will you finally let it go, and give me back what is rightfully mine? I've been without it long enough for now don't you think? Of course you wouldn't since you're the one I have to face to get it. It's time it came back to the Goddess of the Dead, and this time... This time I'm not going to let it go. By the end of this you will be beaten, broken, bruised, bloodied, and humiliated, and I will walk away with everything that I want once again. I am the Goddess of Death, The Queen of the Dead, the Lady in Black, The Reaper of Souls, The Gateway between Life and Death. Fear me! For when you look upon me you will see your death. See you soon Emma.

Aerith's Theme


Necra makes her way down the hallway passing nurses and stops in front of the rooms at the end of the hall. She looks in the door and sees an elderly man lying in the bed, attached to him, while an elderly lady sits by the bed holding his hand. Necra could feel his life slipping away as she looked at him, knowing it wouldn't be but just a few more minutes before he would slip away into a sleep that he would never wake up from. Necra walks into the room, and the woman looks up, seeing the shadow move across the floor.

Woman: Can I help you?

Necra: I'm here for your husband Misses Welsh. It's his time.

The elderly woman looks over at her husband as he opens his eyes.

Mrs Welsh: You? You're not what I thought you would be.

Necra: I get that a lot. But I am a reaper. He doesn't have long.

Mrs Welsh: I know. Do you have to take him?

Necra nods as she walks into the room a little more. Her clothes had changed from the short dress she wore into long flowing black robes with silver lining, and her eyes had started to change into the milky white pools instead of her deep brown eyes. The older woman is taken back by what she sees, but just holds her husbands hand a little tighter.

Mr. Welsh: It's all right. She's just here to see me.  The doctor's say I'm going to be just fine.

Necra: I wish it were only that sir. But your wife is right. I'm here to take you across to the other side, and to your just reward.

Mr. Welsh: I can't leave my wife. She needs me.

Necra: I'm sorry but it's your time. I know you love her and you want to stay, but I can't let you do that. You've already had one close call already. I was there that night you slipped to the other side.

Mrs Welsh: How come I didn't see you then?

Necra: I was only there for a moment, before he came back. But this time... This time it's for good I'm afraid.

His wife holds his hand tightly and starts to cry. Necra move closer to the bed on the other side, floating above the foot. She sits on the edge of the bed, and smiles softly.

Necra: I know this seems scary, and it means that he will not longer be here, but remember he will always be with you in spirit. You will never be alone.

Mr. Welsh: See? I will never leave you. Can she come with me?

She looks up at him with tears streaming down her cheeks. She still didn't believe the words that Necra had spoken, but few did when she came calling for their soul.

Necra: Her time isn't up yet or anywhere close to being up. But the day that she does, I will let you see her and help her to the gates that await.

Mr. Welsh: See my dearest I'll wait for you you, and when your time comes I'll be there. Now let me rest, and I will see you when I wake.

The elderly woman kisses him once more, as Necra gets up from where she sits, and waits for him to draw his last breath. He closes his eyes as a smile appears on his lips for one last time. The machines he was hooked to start to beep, and the nurses run into the room, as the elderly woman cries onto the bed beside her husband that was now gone. The camera pans over, and he stood there beside Necra looking down.

Mr. Welsh: That's it then?

Necra: Yes. It's that simple. You fell asleep and just didn't wake up. That's what the doctors will say at least. She'll be with you soon enough. You'll see. She's stronger then she looks, and she'll make it you'll see.

He smiles softly as they head for the door. They look back into the room, and one of the nurses pulls the sheet up over him, and the elderly woman sits staring with tears still streaming down her face, before a young woman walks in and hugs her, only to start sobbing. He sighs but turns away, and he and Necra start down the hallway, only to seem to fade into nothingness as the scene fades to black.