[Mark Ward]

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[GoddessoftheDead]

 Act 1: Home Sweet Home

"Hail to you who are in sacred desert of the West! The Goddess knows you and knows your name, may you save them from those snakes which are in Rosetjau, which live on the flesh of men and gulp down their blood, because the Goddess knows you and knows your names."
Spell 18 - Book of the Dead



The scene opens on the beautiful coast of Greece. The camera pans over the clear blue water to an island that sat alone in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. It's trees swayed gently in the light breeze that moved around the island, and the flowers were still bright and vibrant in color, and the birds still sang their songs to anyone that would listen. Paths wound around the island, and the camera focuses on one that wound itself through what appeared to be a sheer cliff, but the path ended at a cave opening, and the sound of voices seemed to drift from the opening from deep inside. The camera moves down the long high arched tunnel, and soon comes to an open room like a giant ballroom except with a large pool in the middle of the room. We see Necra sitting against one of the edges of it. Servants moved around the pool catering to her every whim. Necra stares up at the ceiling plotting her next move. Roanne's attack wasn't something that anyone expected and now it was time to plot a revenge. Roxanne had attacked Amy, and Necra had come too late to help her, and that made her feel even worse. She had invited Amy to spend some time with her on the island, and she had accepted. In just a few hours Amy would arrive and then Necra could show her the true wonders of being a Goddess and the wonders of the island.  She couldn't help but wonder what was next in the SCW. She had won her match against Nessa and Jessie, with ease even with the little help that Mercedes put into the match. Sara stood by with a towel, as two servants played instruments and another sang trying to please the young Goddess that sat before them. Necra ducks under the clear water that had a strange green tint to it, only to come up without a blemish on her perfect skin. She leans against the edge of the pool once again, as Stacy comes down the long tunnel, and stands before the pool.

Stacy: Ma'am we just word from the docks. Miss Marshall is here. If you are ready, we can start back to the house if you like. After all you do have to be presentable for her arrival.

Necra: I'll be ready when she comes.

Stacy: I'm sure you will. You take at least three hours just to have yourself presentable to go to the mainland.

Necra: It does not. I just have to do my makeup, and that's it Stacy.

Stacy: Then you better get moving. She'll be at the house before you will.

Necra sighs, and climbs out of the pool, and Sara hands her a towel, bowing slightly. Necra starts to head back up the tunnel with Sara following behind her.

Sara: I'm sure everything will be all right ma'am. I mean you always look beautiful.

Necra: Thank you Sara... But no one likes a kiss ass... Well except me that is.

They continue up the path and into the main pathway and start up toward the house. Necra looks down the pathway and sees Amy making her way along with two of the servants leading her along.

Necra: Welcome to my little piece of paradise. I didn't expect you to arrive so soon.

Amy: I thought I would come early, as I have some personal issues to deal with.

Necra smiles softly, as Sara and Stacy both bow to Amy. Necra fixes her hair, and Sara hands her a small mirror. Her makeup wasn't too bad, and hadn't run as bad as she thought.

Necra: I wish I would have had a chance to fix up a bit.

Amy: You look fine.

She looks around Necra’s home, impressed with the size and the beauty of what she had seen so far of the island. Necra smiles and starts to walk along the pathway that would lead them to the main house. The servants that were with Amy bow to them and head off ahead of them.

Necra: I'm sorry that I didn't meet you at the docks. I was... recovering.

Amy nodded. Though she would have loved to recover from the backstage attack from Roxanne at home, she was glad she could spend a few days in paradise to recover.

Amy: Thats ok. at least you didn't have you ass kicked into next week.

Necra looks over at Amy, and hangs her head.

Necra: I'm just sorry that I wasn't there. If I was I could at least have stopped her. Of course after the beating her and little minions put me through in the ring I wasn't in the best of shape either.

The aches from Roxanne's beat down was still evident as every step Amy took, she felt the pain emanate from her head and back, but also the bruises on Amy's face shimmered in the sunlight.

Amy: It wasn't your fault.  I started this, it's my fault but someone has to shut Roxanne up.

Necra nods as they continue to walk along the path.

Necra: Indeed we do. I would love nothing more than to sew it shut, and slam her into a sarcophagus and bury her alive.  

Amy shivered at the thought of being buried alive, but she had already knew what it was like to be shut in a sarcophagus.

Amy: I would rather put an end to her career, but burying her alive would be also good.

Amy chuckles as does Necra. It would be to easy, even though Roxanne deserved everything she got. The bushes rustle around them, and out steps a large black panther. It's eyes shimmered in the bright afternoon sun, as it looked at them. Necra looks at the creature, as it moves toward them and she smiles as she gets down on her knees. The panther licks her face, and she kisses him on the nose, before getting to her feet once again. He moves around them and rubs against Amy who's eyes were wide, with her heart racing. The panther purrs like a house cat, and sits in front of them.

Necra: What's wrong Amy? It's like you've never seen a panther before.

Amy looks hesitantly at the panther and shakes her head.

Amy: Not this close.

Necra smiles, as she pets the panther's head, before it starts walking beside her.

Necra: Don't worry he won't bite. He's just a really big pussy. Now as for the match this week, have you seen it?

Amy: I have.

Necra: You know one of us or both of us has to shut Roxanne up for good, or at least injure her enough that she can't get back at us right away. But I hate the fact that you and I have to face each other.

Amy shrugged.

Amy: Chris and Mark thought it would make sense to make it a triple threat instead of a handicap match.  We don't have to face each other just double team that gnat.

Necra nods, and smiles to herself. Soon the house looms out of the trees before them.

Necra: Trust me when she's out of the picture the match can at least be civilized.

As they walk along the pathway, servants stop what they are doing, and fall to their knees as they pass. The house itself was done in a mix of Egyptian and Roman architecture. White pillars held up the upper levels, with a large balcony that over looked the island. On either side of the stair way leading inside stood statues of Necra in what appears to be her Goddess form. Amy looked at Necra, before looking at the house.

Amy: Sure

They head inside, and everything seems out of a whole different time and place. The walls had hieroglyphics upon it depicting the stories of the birth of the world from the Egyptians point of view.

Necra: Welcome to my home.

Amy surveyed her surroundings and even looked at the carvings and hieroglyphics, briefly running her hand along the wall feeling the smoothness.

Amy: Oh my god. This place is so beautiful.

Necra smiles as she looks back at Amy.

Necra: Father Geb, and Mother Nut came together to form the world. Then spawned the children that the world knew and in some cases still know as the Gods Osiris, and Isis. Who in turn gave life to others such as myself, and Horus. Of course most people know that.

Amy: Um ok.

Amy wasn't religious herself, but wouldn't question or mock those who were religious and had differing beliefs. Necra looks at her, as her eyes seem to shift to a bright blue before going back to their normal color.

Necra: Come I'll show you something that I think you'll like.

They walk down a long hallway passing servants going about their usual chores only to stop and falls to their knees as they pass. They reach a set of glass doors and step out onto a marbled balcony with what appears to be an infinity pool on it. The crystal clear water sparkles in the afternoon sun like thousands of diamonds. Servants move around the pool making sure everything is clean and ready for their Goddess and her guest.

Necra: This is the perfect place to relax in the evening. The view is breath taking.

Amy looks across the balcony and she could never imagine something so beautiful to exist, although having visit the beautiful islands around the Caribbean. Instead of saying anything, Amy gingerly leaned forward onto the balcony and enjoyed the scene.

Necra: Just when you come out here to take a dip make sure Ma'at isn't in the pool. He might bite you.

Amy: Ok.. what is Ma'at?

Something moves in the water,  and slides up onto the marbled deck. It was a 10 foot croc that was pure white. It's eyes were red, and just laid where it had come out of the water. Necra smiles as Amy looks at it then at her.

Amy: I think I'll skip the pool and just relax by it. My back is still a little tender.

Necra: Suit yourself. You have a hot tub in your room anyway. It'll melt the years away. Besides there are other things to do around here. We have a full theater, library, and "other" activities. Now if you would follow me.

They head back inside and start to the other end of the house. They pass a set of doors with the Anubis head on it, and something inside makes Amy shutter as they pass. They soon come to a set of double doors with a young servant girl waiting for them.

Necra: Amy this is Stephanie. She will be your servant while you are here. She will do anything that you ask of her.

Stephanie bows with her eyes still lowered.

Stephanie: Greetings Mistress.

Amy looks at Necra and Stephanie uncomfortably.

Amy: Thanks, but i don't feel comfortable having a servant. All this is a little overwhelming.

Necra takes Amy's hands and smiles.

Necra: While you are you are a Goddess such as myself. Stephanie will make sure you are ready for dinner at 8 tonight, and make sure everything else is done for you. A day here and you will feel like the Goddess you are.

Stephanie opens the door, revealing a massive room. The walls were done in hieroglyphics showing the story of the first mummy. It shows the process of how a mummy is made, and sent to the Western Gate. The massive bed sat in the middle of the room and could fit at least 5 people without a problem.

Necra: This is where you'll be staying. Now if you excuse me... I have something I must tend to.

Amy: Look i appreciate all this and i thank you for this, i just feel a little out of my depth here.

Amy smiles slightly as Necra looks at her and stand by the door.

Necra: You'll be fine. Whatever you want is yours here. Enjoy your time here. I'll see you at dinner.

With that Necra walks down the hall, leaving Amy with Stephanie. Necra heads down the hallway, as a small beeping sound is heard coming from a small beeper that was hidden in the folds of the heavy robes that Necra wore. She looks down at her hands, and sees the skeletal ones start to appear. Someone had died, and now it was time to go once again. Necra sighs, and seems to fade away, as the scene fades to black.

Act 2: Irish Eyes



The scene opens on the rolling and lush green hills of Ireland. the sky was filled with clouds and threatened rain for the rest of the day. Sheep grazed on the bright green grass, while the trees swayed gently in the breeze that wound about them. We soon see a rather large farm that stretched out for a bit, and we soon see Necra appear out of a mist. She looks around, and hears the sound of sheep baaing softly around her. She stood in the middle of the road, with the sheep on the left hand side of her behind a fence. A building was in the middle of repairs, but had stopped for the somber day. Necra continues to walk along knowing what she was in search of. but she couldn't help think about the match that was yet to come.

Necra: Roxanne do you realize what you have done? Do you realize what kind of revenge you have brought down upon your own head this time around? Not only did you attack me at the end of my match but then you attacked Amy, and you didn't think that we were just going to let you walk away? You have a date with death in two weeks time, and this time it ends for good. I'm not playing game any more Roxanne, but I am out for blood. Amy and I will make sure that you feel every bit of the wrath that we are going to bring down upon you, and make you never want to step into a ring as long as you shall live... Of course you will never be able to walk again after what we have in store for you. This match will be your last, and I will not shed a single tear when you fall at my feet, but I will enjoy every minute that your breath lessens in your body, and becomes still and cold. Then I will drag your sorry ass to the depths of hell where you belong, and your soul will be mine for eternity.

Necra continues to move along unseen. But something catches her eye. A small family graveyard was in the distance and a rather large group of people had gathered around an open grave. Necra starts to head in that direction, following the trail of flowers that had fallen from the casket.

Necra: Amy I'm sorry that we are in this match against each other. But like you said we will focus on Roxanne, and make sure she is no longer a thorn in our sides. After Roxanne is taken care of then we shall have a civilized match and one that is between friends. I hope I can at least call you a friend now... We'll give the crowd the show that they want, and it will be a match for the ages, one that no one will forget. But I will not pull any punches with you Amy, but I will do my best and take you down just to gain another win under me though. I know that you will do the same and that is all I can ask of you. I want this match to be a great one, and I will not disappoint my fans or yourself. We shall take care of Roxanne and then... We shall meet for a friendly match.

Necra continues to walk along the road that lead her to the graveyard, where a brawl had pretty well broken out. A young woman with fiery red hair stood screaming at them but nothing seemed to work. She falls to her knees as Necra stands behind her leaning on a power pole.

Necra: You know they can't hear you right?

The young woman gets to her feet, and looks back at Necra with tears streaming down from her face.

Young Woman: But you can! Than that means you're...

Necra nods as she walks toward her. Necra's robes drag along the ground, and her hair whips around her face as she does. The young woman looks back at the crowd, as an older man falls to the ground in grief.

Necra: That's right. I am Death Miss McCullen. I was surprised to be back here to tell you the truth.

Young Woman: It's just Avery actually. You took my mother. Or at least someone did... I never did see their face, and you really don't look anything like death.

Necra: I know, every expects the flowing robes, the giant scythe, the glowing red eyes, and the skeletal figure underneath. We got rid of all of that. It's easier this way. If we look human it makes you feel more comfortable.

Avery: I can see why. I hate the fact that I broke my father's heart. I told him I would be careful, but... I played a game that I didn't walk away from.

Necra pulls out a black tablet and starts going through the pages in front of her. She soon comes to Avery's name, and looks up at her.

Necra: You were one crazy bitch. You played a game of chicken while driving an 18 wheeler against another one, but you managed to win it even if it was only for a brief moment. Wow...

Avery: Yeah. It was one hell of a way to go out.

Necra: Why did you do it? You were going to be 20...

Avery: Next month. I did to save them, and to make sure that they got what Doctor Landers needs to find.

Necra looks back at a small group of people heading toward a large plane that waited for them. Necra starts to flip through pages on the screen once again, and shakes her head.

Necra: He doesn't have long if they don't find what they're looking for. But for your self sacrifice you have a place waiting for you.

Avery: So I'm not going to hell for everything that I've done?

Necra: No. You were given last rites, and for what you did you will be going to the city with streets that are made of gold, and the river that holds no sorrow and pain. You did a great thing Avery even if your father doesn't realize it now. But he will... Are you ready to go?

Avery: I am. I just wish I could say goodbye.

Necra: You already have. In your own way you will always be with them, and those that knew you only for a short time. Now come along. Your mother is waiting on you.

Avery nods, and the two of them turn from the graveyard and head back toward the main road.

Avery: "When I raise my flashing sword, and my hand takes hold on judgement , I will take vengeance upon mine enemies, and I will repay those who hate me. Oh Lord raise me to Thy right hand and count me among Thy saints.

Necra: Those were you were last words before you died.

Avery: Yeah they were. It's a family prayer and I thought it suited at that moment.

Necra smiles softly as they continue to walk along. They reach the edge of the farm and Avery turns back one last time, and takes a deep breath realizing it was the end, but also a new beginning. A heavy mist starts to gather around them, and takes them into the soft whiteness of it, only to disappear into nothingness. The sound of a plane engine is heard over the area, before it takes off into the sky with one less then they began with, as the scene fades to black.

[Amy Marshall]

 2 weeks ago.

22nd September 2013
Climax Control
Jalousie Resort Beach, St Lucia

{Moments after Amy had beaten Odette Ryder}

Having the SCW universe and having stunned herself, Amy flipped off Roxanne and turned her back on Roxanne and in a dream like state, Amy raised an arm before climbing out of ring and heading along the entranceway shaking her head in disbelief.

Taking one look back to make sure she wasn’t going to be jumped by Roxanne, she looks at Odette ho lays on the mat recovering and perhaps in shock.  Smiling and raising an arm, Amy disappears finally into the backstage area, where a small around of applause greet her including ‘Stoner’ Scott Oliver.

“Hey Amy babe. Can I get a few words with you.” Stoner asked.

“Sure” Amy said as she grabbed a bottle of water.

“Great” Scott says before continuing on. “First question was why didn’t you wrestle Odette and instead played around with her?”

Amy chuckled “As I said during my promo, that I could easily lie down and wave bye bye to that Aussie skank, but obviously things change in the match and plus it wasn’t fun anymore.  But what was fun was making Odette’s beautiful face crash into my knees and pinning her and stunning everyone.”

“It definitely stunned a few people, however, one of those who wasn’t stunned nor impressed was Roxanne. Clearly you saw each other, but nothing happened.  Your thoughts on Roxanne being ringside.” Scott asked.

“Why do you have to mention than irritating gnat?  Ruining my happy moment.”  Amy said frowning.

“Uh sorry.”

“Well you should be, plus Roxanne was only there to try and distract me. But it didn’t work and guess who beat Odette… me.  So if you are finished Stoner, I am going to go to my locker room and shower and changed and watch the rest of the show and glow in my success.”  Amy said as she gives Stoner a all smile, before turning and walking off with a slight swagger in her step and back to her locker room.


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V/O: A few days later Odette Ryder inexplicably quit Sin City Wrestling and returned to Australia leaving behind the tag titles, Gabriel and her career behind. While I had the honour of facing Odette and defeating her in a bizarre match, it will be sad to see her go and although I could brag about defeating and possibly forcing Odette to quit – I won’t. Instead I will remember her legacy she built in SCW.


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29th September 2013
Climax Control
Colney Club Beach, Barbados

The scene opens backstage where we see Amy walking towards the male locker room in search of Kevin, however, before she could take another step, she sent flying forward into the wall. As she connects with the wall, She is unable to react to see who is attacking her and before she is able to turn around someone grabs her hair and shoves her into the wall once more.

Falling to the floor, we see blood pouring from Amy’s nose, as we see Roxanne come into view, as she lays in several boots to Amy prone body, as she just laughs.

Roxanne: Pick her up.

Roxanne commands boy and Electra. Boy and Electra grab Amy and drag her to feet, as Amy sees her attacker for the first time.

Roxanne: Not so badass now… just bad!

Amy manages to kick out and hit Roxanne in the stomach before getting free from Boy’s and Electra’s grip and giving them a shove away, however, with her attention on Boy and Electra, Roxanne quickly recovers and clubs the back of Amy’s head, once again sending her to the floor.

Picking Amy up, Roxanne spins Amy around and starts to tie Amy up in what appears to be the straightjacket suplex. With help from boy and Electra, she hits the straightjacket suplex on to the hard floor.

Roxanne stands to her feet and just starts to manically laugh as security appears forcing Roxanne, boy and Electra back, as we see Necra rush in from somewhere and check on Amy.

Necra: Amy are you ok? Can we get medics here?

The camera pans back around to Roxanne, as she stops laughing and then spits out at Amy’s unconscious body, as Necra gets to her feet and stares Roxi down before being dragged back and just goes back to laughing.

The camera turns back to Amy and quickly fades out as Medics arrive on the scene.


[[What the fans didn’t see.]]
   

As the main television camera’s cut to another segment, the final images we saw were those of the Medics arriving, however, with the news circulating of the attack, Pussy Willow appears and instead of getting in the way, she just stands behind the camera man and allows the cameraman to film.

Focusing on the EMT’s, they roll Amy onto her side into the recovery position to ensure that she doesn’t choke on the blood coming from her nose; they also slip on a neck brace.

EMT: Amy can you hear me?

No reaction from Amy, as the EMT check’s Amy’s pulse.
EMT: What exactly happened?

Pussy steps forward from behind the camera for a brief moment.

Pussy: Her attacker, shoved her into the wall twice and then suplexed her onto the floor.

The EMT nodded and Pussy stepped back behind the camera.

EMT: Amy can you hear me?

The EMT asks once more, as Necra watches on with concern, as the EMT’s continue to work on Amy and as they stem the bleeding from Amy and place an ice pack on Amy’s head, Amy begins to come round.

Necra: Hey Amy!

Amy blinks at Necra a few times and quickly panics when she can’t move her head.

Amy: Why can’t I move?

EMT: Miss Marshall, we have put brace on you as a precaution, how are you feeling?

Amy looks around.

Amy: Like I have been beaten up by some irrelevant sycophant gnat.

Necra chuckled a little as the EMT’s continued their checks.

Amy: Where is Roxanne now?

Amy asked as brought a hand to her face and caught sight of her blood.

Necra: Security dragged her away.

Amy just let out a small sigh.

Amy: When can I go?

Amy asked feeling a little annoyed at being in this position.

EMT: Unfortunately we will be taking you to the nearest medical centre for check’s since you took a massive bump to the floor.

Amy: Fucking great.

Amy rolls her eyes, as the EMT’s attach Amy to a backboard before lifting her onto a trolley, where they wheel her towards the nearest exit and load her into the ambulance.  The scene fades out with Necra having to head back to her locker room, while security guards and others walked off back to their duties.


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2nd October 2013
Necra’s Island
Greece.

The scene opens inside Necra’s island home in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea, where we see Necra standing with Amy and Stephanie outside a massive room that was beautifully decorated, as the walls were done in hieroglyphics showing the story of the first mummy. It shows the process of how a mummy is made, and sent to the Western Gate. And a massive bed that sat in the middle of the room and that could fit at least 5 people without a problem.

Necra: This is where you'll be staying. Now if you excuse me... I have something I must tend to.

Amy: Look I appreciate all this and I thank you for this, I just feel a little out of my depth here.

Amy smiles slightly as Necra looks at her and stand by the door.

Necra: You'll be fine. Whatever you want is yours here. Enjoy your time here. I'll see you at dinner

With that Necra walks down the hall, leaving Amy with Stephanie.  Picking up her bags, Stephanie makes her way into the room, as Amy shakes her head, the thought of having a personal servant unsettled Amy and at that point, she just wanted to snatch the bad away and tell Stephanie to get lost.  But Amy had the feeling that won’t happen and just followed her in.

Stephanie: If there is anything I can help you with, I will be just outside the door.

Stephanie bows to Amy before leaving the room closing the door behind her.  Back inside the bedroom, Amy lightly sits down on the massive king-size bed making sure not disturb the neatly made bed sheets, which were coincidently made from Egyptian cotton.

Having already stated to Necra that she felt a little out of place in this place, Amy was unsure what to do next… she could go swimming and help loosen up her muscles, especially after Roxanne’s attack during Climax Control, but there is a huge possibility that she could get eaten by a 10 foot albino crocodile named Ma’at.

And with being in the middle of the Mediterranean on an Island, the signal on her phone was non-existent as she had checked it many times as she got closer and closer to the island, this also meant that wifi signal would suck as well, so any possibility of doing 3-X work would be out of the question.

Letting out a small sigh, although her back was now a dull ache that annoyed her, she tried to ignore it, and decided to grab her suitcase and unzipping it, Amy pulled out her camcorder and gave a small smile.  Although it would keep her occupied for a short period of time, it would also give her an opportunity to explore the island.

Turning, Amy headed towards the door and as she grabbed the golden handle and pulling the door open, Stephanie was there.

Stephanie: Can I help you ma’am?

Amy: I’m looking for a quiet place to clear my mind, are there any suggestions?

Amy asked hiding the camera behind her back.

Stephanie: There is. Would you like me to take you there?

Amy: No, just directions please.

Stephanie: As you wish.  The path you took to reach the house, go back down that path and instead of heading towards the docks, the path takes a sharp left turn and into the gardens. There is a small pond with a bench, which is quite peaceful.

Amy: Thank you Stephanie.

Stephanie smiles and bows to Amy, Amy bowed back before leaving Stephanie behind and following her directions towards the gardens.  However, as she reached the gardens, Amy noticed a larger building with a statue of Osiris guarding the entrance.



Looking around, Amy walked towards the larger building and having done her research at the time of when she had faced off against Necra a few months back, she recognised the place as a shrine to the god Osiris.

Entering the shrine, it was dimly lit, but bright enough to make out the hieroglyphics… looking around, Amy saw a wooden bench and sat down on it as she placed her camera onto the alter, making sure she didn’t disturb anything, Amy pressed the play button and began speaking.

Oh Roxanne, I can guess you are feeling pretty smug about yourself over attacking me backstage and spilling my blood. Congratulations, any moron can attack someone when there back is turned. And while I can’t say much about backstage attacks because Necra and myself have done it to you, but what I can say is that you have made a big mistake.

At this moment in time, I am bruised and in pain from where you hit me with your straightjacket suplex, but by the time our match rolls around I will be 100% fit again and I will make sure that you will pay for the attack.

And you know what, I am so glad that this match is hardcore rules… I am going to punish you to the point where I am going to end your fucking career.  However, if there is a slim chance that I can’t do it, there is always Necra to do it.

You see pissing off one person is bad, but pissing off two or more people and you are pretty much screwed.

I know that Necra and I are still working on our issues and strangely I am here on this lovely island at her request, but at least I can trust her to help me to rid SCW of the cancer that is you.

But I can hear you now, that once you have been dispatched from the match that our friendship will be over quicker than a Daniel Bryan match against Seamus. But we will take the chance if and when that happens.

But our focus is on you for now, so I hope you are ready Roxanne because this won’t be pretty.

[[End of Message]]


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Friday 4th October 2013
Home of Amy Marshall
Rio Grande, NJ.

A few fays after visiting Necra’s island, Amy returned back to New Jersey instead of heading back to LA, the past few days were the worst days of her life… aside from getting her ass kicked by Roxanne, Amy also decided to confront Kevin about picking up some chick, while in Vegas and what his problem was with Amy.  And at that moment, Amy wished she hadn’t asked and kept her head buried in the sand… Kevin and Amy and the wedding was off… his new found attitude, his bitterness towards Amy is over the fact that she didn’t have confidence over him winning the world title when they were on the Cruise.

She didn’t have the confidence in him because they were 5 other men and she didn’t want him left disappointed if he lost.

Anyway… he decided to dump her and this left Amy heart broken, but she needed to focus on Roxanne and beating her, but she knew that it would be tough to keep focus.

The scene opens inside the outbuilding besides Amy’s home, inside the outbuilding stands a wrestling ring and a small home gym, in which Amy had just finished a long gym session, where she pushed her body to the point where she couldn’t continue and almost collapsed from pain, although this pain was from training hard and not from the attack from Roxanne, although the bruises were still evident.

Sitting down on the nearest chair, Amy sat back for a moment as she caught her breath as she spotted her camera beside her training bag.  Since the news broke of the split, Rocky and Pussy rang every hour trying to get an interview but Amy had refused and after the 5 time, she just turned her phone off and instead decided to use her own camera once more.

Picking it up, Amy just pressed the play button and began to speak…

While I am not at all surprised that you are involved in this match, I am a little disappointed that it isn’t Roxanne vs. Amy Marshall. I guess Mark and Christian wanted a good tasty match, though I don’t know why they didn’t make it a handicap match.

Anyway, I am kind of glad you are in this match because we can beat and punish Roxanne for being a pain in the ass that she is, however, there is also a little part of me that doesn’t want you in this match… and I am sorry for feeling that way.  But I am the one who really started this little war and I should be the one who finishes it.

Although I do agree, that if we do end up facing each other, we should have a civilised match, and I will understand that you will do everything in your power to beat me and win, but you have to understand that I will be doing everything in MY power to beat you as well.

So technically we are in the same boat, but at the end of the night… I will be one who takes out Roxanne and I will be the one winning this match.

So good luck Necra…you are going to need it.

Oh and thank you for letting me stay on your little island.

[[END OF TRANSMITION]]

[Christian Underwood]

 The first RP period is over. All posts following this will be for RP period two.

[Roxanne]

 A slow drip is heard echoing throughout the dark room.  Drip, drip, drip… Nothing can be seen except the shadows of your deepest, darkest nightmares threatening to manifest themselves at any given moment.  Perhaps a pair of glowing eyes had just popped onto the screen, but you can’t be too sure.  Drip, drip, drip…  There is movement.  Perhaps the beast has been awakened?  There is an almost unnatural moaning, followed by another than invokes panic in our hearts.  The harder we try to overcome the darkness, squinting our eyes just enough to try to catch a glimpse at what is going on in this room… we are out of luck.  Drip, drip, drip…  A muffled screaming sound, that of desperation, comes from the right, followed by another very feminine one from the left.  That is when a door opens, allowing only a faint light to pour into the room, and only for a matter of three seconds.  Before our eyes can fully adjust, the only thing we see is a pinkish purple Mohawk and a gimp mask.  The screams cease for only a second.  Drip, drip, drip.  It is followed by an obnoxious creaking noise as the door slams shut.  Soon to follow, the sound of clicking heels echoes throughout this space.  Click. Click. Click… The agonizing groans of displeasure and fear are heard once more.  As the firm and authoritative footsteps get louder, we can’t help but feel like we know those steps.  They come to a stop as a soft chuckle echoes off of the walls.  “Hmm, hmm, hmm…”  That is when the pieces of the puzzle finally start to come together.  Milliseconds before we can piece it together, a match becomes ablaze, giving us a glance at the face of Roxanne.  Her half smirk is vaguely seen from her crimson lips upon her porcelain mug.  The fire dances in her emerald, smoky eyes as she simply stares in front of her.  After a moment, she breaks the silence as she walks over toward the wall.

Roxanne:  You know why I’ve brought you here, do you not?

She brings the long match stick over to a lantern light on the wall.  Once it is lit to her satisfaction, she removes the stick and walks over to another, placing the flame to the wick as she turns her head from the flame.

Roxanne:  It is very rude not to respond to someone when they are speaking to you.  If there is one thing that I hate more than any one other thing… it is people who are rude… It pisses me off…

Roxanne turns back and pulls the match stick away from the lantern.  Her heels click as she walks to a third corner of the room.  We begin to make out the stone walls of Roxanne’s infamous dungeon.  It is no surprise to hear shackles shaking as the groans continue.  Drip, drip, drip… Roxanne shakes her head with a sigh before lighting the third sconce.  She turns her head in the direction of the noises as she parts her lips to speak once more.

Roxanne:  It isn’t any better to speak with your mouths full, ladies… Jesus fuckin’ Christ.  This isn’t Roxanne’s school of etiquette, there is a point to all of this.  I promise you that.  But the sooner we can get to the point, the sooner you are free to go.  So, act like your mama raised you with some manners…

Roxanne’s slight southern drawl begins to shine through as she simply blinks her eyes, awaiting a response.  She feels a burning sensation in her fingertips and she immediately brings her attention back to the lantern-like sconce.  She pulls the nub of a match stick from within in and shakes the flame out, allowing the little bit that is left to fall to the ground.  Drip, drip, drip…  She walks over to the forth and final sconce and pulls another match stick out of her leather corset.  She strikes it on the wall and begins lighting the last lantern as she looks over her shoulder, seeming to be unpleased.

Roxanne:  Let’s try this again, shall we, ladies?  Why are you here?

Muffled attempts at speaking are heard as Roxanne’s stone-like expression softens just a bit.  She pulls the long match stick from the light and she holds it gently in front of her as she saunters over in the direction she had been looking.  As she arrives, she sees an overweight man hanging by his ankles from shackles in the center of the room.  The more argent fact is that he is wearing a long, black wig, a gold belly shirt that gives us just the right peek at his luscious man boobs, and a matching skirt that clings to his ham-like thighs.  He has what appears to be Cheetohs dust all over his body, but it is most likely meant to be that of an olive skin tone gone wrong.  His mouth contains a red ball gag with a black strap.  Roxanne gently rocks him back and forth as she stares down at him/her.

Roxanne:  Necra Octavian Kane… The least of my concerns… Yet, you are more like a thorn in my side.  Looking at you just pisses me off, the way I feel when I see an illiterate person shouting bible verses on a street corner, or a Politician promising change…  No matter how many times I paddle their asses in the privacy of their marital bedrooms, defying everything they stand for… I can’t help but loathe them.

Roxanne ceases her rocking of “Necra”, pulling the chain tightly and firmly to stop the body from moving.  She bends over, getting right in this person’s face, removing the ball gag from their mouth.  Before she has a chance to say anything in response, the frantic man begins begging.

”Necra”  Please, I’ll give you anything.  Money?  Do… do you want money?  Or how about…

Roxanne lets the ball go and it pops right back into his mouth, causing a pained groan to come from underneath it.  A small trickle of blood comes from his lip as he breathes in deeply from his nose.  Roxanne knees him in the stomach as she takes a few steps away.  She shakes her head in disgust as she peers at him.

Roxanne:  I don’t want your money.  I have money.  Not a lot, but enough.  Besides, watching you squirm like this is priceless, bitch…  If I had as much time on my hands as you and the scag over there, I would stay and watch you squirm all damn day.  But the fact of the matter is that I have a life.  I have two careers.  The only things standing in my way are you and her.  The one you always had such a crush on, but you refused to ever give into the temptation.  Something about mixing business with pleasure?

Roxanne slowly begin pacing back and forth in front of the squirming man in horrible drag.  She pulls a cloth from the inside of her corset, unwrapping it to reveal a spool of barbed wire.  The barbs gleam in the light as Roxanne studies it.  However, she has clearly not lost her place in the conversation.

Roxanne:  My business is part pleasure, so I guess I never understood that.  Denying yourself pleasure in the name of business is simply ludicrous.  I proved that when I emerged from that grave less than a year ago, and I pressed my lips against yours.  It wasn’t because I found you beautiful.  I didn’t want to get you in the circus that is my bedroom… I have defied death.  I wanted to rub it in your face, as you claim to be the Goddess of the Dead.  Then, when I realized you were nothing but a fraud, I felt bad for you and the company that you kept.  I tried to take you both under my wing.  I alone showed you kindness, something that is rarely afforded to anyone by my hand…

Roxanne untangles the wire all the way as she is speaking.  She lashes it out like her whip, catching the man on his bare stomach.  He screams in agony under the ball gag as she lashes at him once more, forming a bloody “X” on his stomach.    She has made her point as she drops the barbed wire to the ground.  She stops pacing and simply stares on, enjoying the show in front of her.

Roxanne:  You spat venom in my eyes, and showed my exactly why mercy is something I never had given before, and will never give again.  Thank you…

Roxanne leans down and kisses the man gently on his cheek, giving him a firm pat on the other cheek. She leans back up and walks about five feet to her right.  Bound to a wooden bondage cross, in the form of an “X” is a woman wearing a gimp mask with the mouth zipped shut, as well as the eyes.  She is shaking in fear as she hears the man still trying to scream.  She is wearing a Misfits tank top with fake tattoo sleeves running down her arms, a black lacy skirt with torn fishnet stockings, and a cheap purple Mohawk cap purchased from a drug store, an inhuman tone of fake skin on the sides.  Roxanne walks over to the woman cuffed to the cross, and she unzips the eye holes, allowing her to see Roxanne.  She screams out in fear once again, shaking rapidly as she stares deep into those devious eyes.

Roxanne:  Amy, Amy, Amy…  We were born to be nemeses.  At best, we barely tolerated each other.  When people called me a whore out of desperation, I couldn’t help but be offended, because they also called you a whore.  We aren’t even in the same class.  You have every STD in the book, and you look like it.  You smell of penis, urine, body odor, and Anarchy Axe body spray for ladies.  I take pride in my appearance.  But that is neither here nor there, Amy.  See, I was willing to call you a friend, because I thought I could take this disgusting piece of gutter trash that Jade Manendez-Arcador would not tame, and I could turn her into the next Bombshell Champion.

Roxanne smiles with a sense of pride.  She imagines, only for a moment, what could have become of the young ex-porn star.  She slowly sighs, with each particle of air escaping her lips, another piece of this pipe dream disappearing.

Roxanne:  I have done far greater things.  It is because of me that the girl who had watched Nightmare Before Christmas one too many times… er… Misty… is where she is today.  As much as we despised each other, I pushed her to her limits every single time we stepped in the ring against each other.  It is to my own credit, because no one ever thought to refine her raw talents.  I was going for a repeat, only you were just too fuckin’ stupid to realize what you had.  You threw it away because of a fiancée who wound up cheating on you and embarrassing you on a social networking site.

Roxanne’s face turns to stone as she slowly shakes her head.  She looks deep into the confused eyes of her faux-foe.  She slowly runs the tip of her tongue against her crimson lips before doing a full 360.  She slowly leans down to get to eye level with her captive.

Roxanne:  You stupid, idiotic, talentless little cunt… You could have had it all.  Instead of the both of you talking to me about what bullshit cause we were fighting for, you turned your backs on me.  We could have had it all, ladies…  Gold and glory.  But instead, you abandoned what we had.  That’s all fine and dandy, but then you took it a step further.  Instead of just embarrassing me for having every had anything to do with you two… you poked at me on Twitter.  You attacked me from behind.  You swatted at a hornet, and now it’s time to pay the price.

The woman starts shaking again, scared as she slowly looks over to the man hanging next to her.  She tries to summon him simply with her gaze as Roxanne picks up a florescent light bulb.  She runs the tips of her black nails over it slowly.

Roxanne:  It is no wonder Kevin left you, doll… He used you to get into this company.  He baited you on with some cubic zirconium in plated gold, like you were some pregnant high school graduate.  Even I thought it was kind of mean the way he dropped you the second he started going places in the company.  Of course, I wouldn’t say anything because you decided to screw me over.  And besides, I thought about making a sex tape with him and sending it to you.  Then maybe you could learn how to keep the next one, even after he’s discovered the STD’s you’ve given him.  But, that would be showing you too much mercy.

Roxanne places the bulb against the ground, using it to steady herself, almost like a cane.  She preens her fingernails, making sure they are in perfect condition as she slowly lifts her eyebrows to peer at “Amy” once again.

Roxanne:  Instead, I’m going to beat the fuck out of you at High Stakes III.  I’m going to take every bit of embarrassing the two of you have done, and I will multiply it by seven.  It’s Karma, bitch…  Then, when I am satisfied with the work I’ve done, I will pin one of you, showing the last little bit of mercy you will EVER see from me.  Are we clear?

Roxanne unzips the mouth of the woman, and she shrieks in horror.  She jolts her head to the side and through her teary eyes and trembling lips, she mutters one simple sentence.

”Amy”  I love you baby…

The man struggles with everything in him as he tries to return her sentiments.  She whispers the phrase over and over again to him as Roxanne lifts the bulb high in the air.  As she does, the camera pans out to see them both, surrounded by various sadistic tools of pain and destruction, ranging from a can of gasoline, to a table covered in thumbtacks, to broken glass, baseball bats, and so on.  Roxanne steadies the light bulb, swinging it like a batter, sizing up her target.  Before she can connect, the door bursts open and three laughing men pour into the room.  They look like they were randomly selected from a frat party as they nearly double over in their laughter.  Roxanne drops the bulb, allowing it to shatter as one of the men comes forward, trying to stifle his laughter.

Man:  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOSH!!!

Confused and shocked, the man and woman stop their shaking and get very quiet.  Roxanne winks as the man who spoke pulls out his wallet and hands her a wad of bills.  Roxanne tucks them into her corset as the friend pulls the ball gag out of “Necra’s” mouth.

”Necra”:  You fucking asshole!  What the hell dude, you couldn’t just get me a stripper or something?  And getting Sherry involved?

As they continue to banter on, Roxanne’s heels click against the floor as she makes her way toward the door.  Her cheerful smile slowly fades to a sadistic one as she makes her way to the door frame.  She takes one last look at the couple dressed up as her opponents, seeing the small traces of blood on Josh’s stomach, and her smile turns that much more wicked.  She turns around and walks through the door as we fade out… TO BLACK!

[GoddessoftheDead]

 Act 1: Mummification Rites

"The heart of the dead man is weighed in the scales of the balance against the feather of righteousness. O my heart which I had from my mother! O my heart which I had from my mother! O my my heart of my different ages! Do not stand up as a witness against me, do not be opposed to me in the tribunal, do not be hostile to me in the presence of the Keeper of the Balance, for you are my ka which was in my body, the protector who made my members hale. Go forth to the happy place where-to we speed; do not make my name stink to the Entourage who make men. Do not tell lies about me in the presence of the god; it is indeed well that you should hear!"
Spell 30B - Book of the Dead



The scene opens on the Island of the Gods as the sun starts to set over the vast island. Crickets songs filled the night air, and the soft croaking of the frogs could be heard coming from the ponds that littered the island. The moon was starting to rise high above the island, casting it's beautiful glow to everything below, while the starts started to appear one by one slowly giving light to the dark sky. The lights that stood along the trails flickered slightly in the light breeze that moved around the island. The camera moves toward the house that sat up on the hill that over looked everything on the island, and it was lit from top to bottom. The camera moves to the interior and down a long hallway. As the camera gets closer we can hear the sound of chanting in some strange language, as well as what appears to be a light smoke drifting out from a door. We soon see a figure with an Anubis head mask upon their head, while the others were wearing nothing more than white togas. They stand around the table placing what appear to be organs into strange looking jars with animal heads on them. As the last one is placed in the jar, the figure wearing the Anubis headed mask removes it revealing Necra. She sighs, and fixes her hair, before looking down at the remains of the young woman that laid on the slab in front of her. She had leapt to her death from the top balcony of the house and landed on the ground below breaking her neck. She was now being sent to the next world, and was being prepared for her journey to the Western Shore, better known as the Underworld.

Sara: Ma'am are we done?

Necra: For now. Now we have to let the natron do it's job and dry out the body for the next few days.

Sara: I thought aunt Stacy said it took up to 90 days.

Necra: Not ever since we had that heat lamp put in, plus we turn the heat up in this room, and it only takes a couple of days.

Sara: So by the time we get back from your match she will be ready to mummify?

Necra: Yes Sara. Ever since we started using the room it has cut off a lot of time.

Sara: Especially when your followers kill themselves so often ma'am it's a good idea.

Necra: Indeed it is. Why don't you go and get everything packed for my flight Sara?

Sara: Yes ma'am.

Sara walks out of the room, and Necra starts to pour the white salt like substance over the young woman's remains.

Necra: Such a simple thing life... One minute you are walking and laughing, and doing everything that you normally do, the next you area lifeless shell. All mortals die no matter how they meet their end, and Roxanne if I could you would be put on this table while still alive. First I would make sure you were strapped down to the table so you couldn't move, and then break your nose ever so slightly, so I could pour this little vile of acid up into what is left of your nose, and into your brain. After that a long metal hook goes up in there and the brain is removed piece by piece. After that is done, and hopefully you're still alive a small hole in your left side will be made so all of your blood and other fluids are drained from your body, and then your organs would be removed and put into jars for your journey. After all that is done, you should be dead. Then you would be left in the natron just as she is now. After that you would be wrapped and placed in a sarcophagus and your journey would begin. But I doubt you would get that far considering you are nothing more than a lying bitch that thinks she is better than everyone. You think that you can stand against Amy and myself in the middle of that ring on Sunday night? Hardly. I'm sick and tired of what you have done to Amy and it's time to take our revenge, and it's not going to be very pleasant.

Necra start to walk out of the room, and closes the door behind her, and hits a switch causing the room to heat up. She walks down the long hallway and stops when she comes to the living room and smiles seeing Ex playing one of the many games that were laid out before him. Necra crawls up on his lap, and leans in.

Necra: Baby before we do it tonight answer me one question...

Ex: What?

Necra: When in the hell are you going to kill my parents?

Ex is taken back by the question, and looks at her with a puzzled look.

Ex: Baby I can't. Your father would just come back, and you're mother is already dead.

Necra gets up and walks out of the room, as Ex gets to his feet and walks to the doorway.

Ex: We can still do it right? Baby?

Ex sighs, and turns heading back into the living room, as the camera focuses on Necra as she heads toward the other end of the house where her bedroom was.

Necra: Roxanne I saw what you did earlier and I have to say that I'm not impressed. There is a special place in hell for you, and that is at my feet. You see when I descend to take my place I will have servants, but you... you will be nothing more than a toy to me. That's what you'll be on Sunday night. A toy that is made to be played with and then broken before it's tossed aside. Roxanne there are no words that can describe what I'm going to do to you. Of course I've already told you what I'm going to do to you, and it will not be something you will want to go through again. Roxanne if I don't kill you in this match then I know Amy will and your soul will belong to me, or you can be my bitch and I'll own you anyway.

Necra opens the doors to her room, and walks in seeing Sara putting away the long togas into a suitcase and closing it, before moving to the vanity and gathering the makeup that sat on it.

Necra: Is everything ready to go Sara?

Sara: Almost everything is packed and ready to go. I still have a few things to get packed but we'll be ready to leave by morning.

Necra: Good. I'll be in the bath.

She starts to remove the long toga that is wrapped around her and it slides to the ground, as she walks into the bathroom, and moves toward the two tier tub, and slips in with her back facing the camera. She slips under the water, and comes up as her eyes glow a bright red, and then turns back to her normal color.

Necra: Amy you and I have become friends over the last little while and I will do everything in my power to help you take care of Roxanne. But after she is taken care of we will put on a match for the crowd that have come to see us. I will not go easy on you Amy, because I still want to win this match no matter what I have to do, just remember I do it as business not personal. It will never be personal with you. But Roxanne... Roxanne is our main concern this time around. I know you will be for anything that I can throw at you Amy, but I will not go so easy on Roxanne. I hope both of you are ready for what is about to come, because I will be ready for you, and I will not stop until I get that win under me. I am the Goddess of Death, The Queen of the Dead, the Black Lady, and the Reaper of Souls; fear me! For when you look upon me you shall see death. See you soon.

Necra looks at the camera and her eyes seem to shift once again, before switching back to their normal color. She leans back against the edge of the tub and closes her eyes before she slides under the water, and the bubbles don't seem to come up. All that is seen is a pair of glowing eyes from under the water as the scene fades to black.