[Mark Ward]

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[Equinox]

 The lights in the arena dimmed down as the SCW Arena began to play an interview tape on Michael Hardy. It showed him inside the ring as he let himself rest with his back against the bottom turnbuckle in one of the corners. Hardy’s voice was heard in the background as the shoot was going to show the WEW Universe what a journey he had gone on for the last two weeks, to have a match no one expected to see. "My Journey with the Creatures is far from done, Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust. I came to the SCW riding on the backs of the Creatures with one goal in mind, have a hell of a match for them I came in and lost to Deavon Justice my 1st week. I rode that lose into another loss in the form of tag team match. But did that stop me from stating what I wanted and how I would do anything to obtain it. My momentum rose as I beat Dante Mepeshito went on to be one of the most talented wrestlers on the roster Jimmy 'Real Money' Ringo and then I was powerbombed off the stage directly through a freaking table thanks to Brother Grimm. He did that for one reason and one reason only. He knows I can beat him injury or not. I can pin him, I can knock him out, or I can even make him submit.  I have that ability and you know what makes me thrive these fans. The Creatures of The Night. I went on to end the undefeated streak of one Mickey Carroll and now it brings the Creatures and myself to Blaze of Glory III for that Roulette Championship. Trust me tonight Brother Grimm, that championship is going on my resume. A resume that includes several championships such as The ACW World Championship, The WWE Championship, A Two Time NWA World Champion, The RWP World Championship and The TNA World Championship. This man is coming for Blaze for Glory III and I am going to walk out the new champion tonight, Creatures and even though this is one match away from myself contending for the world championship, I promise you tonight I will not fail ...”




SCENE Two

With a bit of anger and confidence in Hardy’s eyes he continued… "I say this. To my opponent in the dream match of the year, The Rookie and Indy Enigma, Michael Hardy faces you Grimm in one of the best moments in my career, no way in hell am I taking away anything from you..you are one of the best SCW has to offer but you haven’t faced me..Michael Hardy who has more heart and determination in my soul than you will in your black hearted world “You overlook me say that I am pathetic and that you will destroy me but yet your concern is not with me  but several others. Don’t be focused on them when you should be focused on me, because let’s say by some miracle I beat you, then I become that much closer to the belt you yearn to win back..I stay one step ahead of you and when you least expect I could become ACW World Champion”.


“My fans who have supported me, through thick and thin I say thank you. I need your spirit as I go toe to toe with a monster in Brother Grimm. I need another win so I can give back to the people who paved the way for me and for you. The fans... I have never wanted a win more badly then I do right now and a win out of my next opponent is what I will get, Creatures this for you”.

Hardy smiled before he said one more thing. "Creatures Mount Up!!! We got us a Match to win TOMMOROW NIGHT”!!!!

Scene Three

The next day after Hardy had packed his belongings packing and drove to the airport. After a four hour flight from St.Louis Missouri to Long Beach, California, Once there taking a cab to the Pyramid Gymnasium Where they held SCW’s Blaze for Glory III for the night. He knew tonight he would face someone even just as good as he was or even better than Him and Mickey put together. He exited the cab while and walked at least a mile in just plain old white t-shirt and jeans, holding His luggage which contained his attire and something a little extra for the fans.

Scene four

Entering the entranceway for the arena, Hardy advanced to the locker room. Changing out his street clothes into his wrestling attire, applying the armbands and the spandex suit. Finally the face paint and a special mask that would give the fans a scare even. Enter out in to the hallway from the locker room, Hardy ran into Rocky Mountain and Camera man. Stopping, Hardy awaited Rocky who had a microphone in hand and a camera man ready for an interview.

Hardy ready for anything looked into the camera as he was ready as he would ever be. Rocky spoke in a natural tone for the interview "Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, Rocky Mountion, here with a SCW Elitist, The Charismatic Renegade, Michael Hardy.". Hardy gave the “Hardy Sign” to the cameraman who he knew his fans would see "Michael, you have had quite a journey here in SCW and tonight you look to claim the title that Brother Grimm holds”.

Hardy ready for the fans looked at the camera then back at Rocky, Michael would look at Rocky as she held the microphone to between Michael and her mouth. "Well Rocky, these last few weeks have been quite a ride, I will always be representing the Creatures of The Night and Yeah…The Creatures have aided me along the way to defeat some of the guys in my path, last week I beat two guys who have a lot of very great skill in SCW, but tonight I face Brother Grimm and though our paths have never crossed and Grimm is overlooking me, Grimm you’re in my way of getting my 1st and possibly future ACW World Title shot!!!”!!!!

“I will get retribution for the Creatures of The Night, then I will climb the ladder even higher to get what I want and that’s a match with you and then future contenders for the SCW Roulette Belt whoever walks out of that contender match tonight…”..


“Tonight Creatures we face a nightmare head on, Creatures Mount Up and prepare for Battle”!!!!!!

So now, it was finally time. Michael Hardy, the Enigma would face off against Brother Grimm.

SCENE FIVE
The lights went black, completely black in the stadium ready for this three way dance. The fans as quite as they heard the air move around them and people with their nosebleeds. The lighting began to change as the song began to play showing a video so similar to his career…His theme song begins to play."Mayday, mayday this ship is slowly sinking. They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling. They're all around me circling like vultures. They wanna break me and wash away my colors... wash away my colors!" Just as the final line finished, the song would burst in loudly with guitar and drums coming into one and as they did so, the smoke would circle the stage as the lights hit. Michael would come rushing out from behind the black curtain for the fans to see him and they went ballistic as their favorite enigma was ready to do battle. The new theme would define him and hopefully help the creatures understand he was here for them. After coming out from the back, Michael would immediately stare down the ring from the top of the ramp, he could exactly make eye contact with ring as the announcer announced "Introducing 1st, from St. Louis, Missouri!!!! He is The Enigma... MICHAEL! HARDYYYYYY!"

His eyes would wander through the building, spotting the multiple multi-colored signs made in support of Michael Hardy and the career he had. How he saw the Creatures and they were hoping he could pull out the victory here tonight. As Michael continued to make his way to the end of the entrance ramp, he would stop as the ramp formed into the floor around the ring and the Creatures and their chants lead him to the entrance floor. With his head dropped to his chest, he would slowly raise it so that he would be looking directly at the ring announcer, wherever he or she stood in the ring. Michael would then slowly turn his attention to the steel steps still taking in the fans approval or disapproval whichever the case was. Walking across half of the apron, Michael would step in between the top and middle rope to get inside the ring. Once in the ring, he would quickly turn to his right and walk down the ropes to the bottom right turnbuckle. Using his hands to pull himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, Michael would bring his body up to a full standing position and throw his arms out to his side and stare out into the crowd. This same sequence would occur for all the turnbuckles. Waiting for his music to die down and the Creatures began to chant, "HARDY! HARDY! HARDY!” It felt good to be here winning, lose or draw.



Sitting down he removed his demon-like mask as he had listened to the Creatures of The Night. Tonight was going to be a challenge no doubt about it. But he was ready.

Dougie: "Would you look at Hardy tonight, he looks totally focused and ready. After his match with Mickey last week, Hardy looks ready to give back to the Creatures of The Night!!!”

Nigel: "The Creatures of the Night, believe in Hardy and so does the SCW Universe, but tonight Hardy can't be focused on anything but Brother Grimm. The man is dangerous and there is no telling what will happen.".

OOC: For the person who writes this, I am a FACE.

[Brother Grimm]

 Reflections

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http://www.scwrestling.net/boards/index.ph...wtopic=6411&hl=

The Witch and the Warrior Part II

The wind howled outside of the cabin that resided up in the forested hills of the Carpathian Mountains. A heavy wind that bent the branches of the trees that seemed almost to creep ever closer toward the humble abode of the mere three, the last of this Clan Dalca lineage at this point in time. One branch bent near enough that its tip scratched down along the glass of the frost encrusted glass, causing an ominous screeching noise and making the elderly woman within jump with a slight start and turn warily toward the door.

None was there, and none appeared to be coming any time soon.

Nadya, the matriarch of the Clan she once presided over, stood up from the chair at the small bedside, grasping the cane that was set back against the moderate brick chimney. Carved by hand as a gift from her 'adopted' grandson, the master of the homestead, Andrei, it served her well since she came to accept the fact her years were indeed advancing. Taking the end carved to the form of a falcon's head, Nadya cautiously approached the window, her eyes glued to the frame, watching and attempting to prepare herself for what could come.

Some might think the old woman to be paranoid, but unlike those with closed minds, Nadya knew what lie within the shadows that crept out on nights such as this. She who had come from a long line of Romani Hunters, men and women who did battle against dark forces such as wendigos, witches and the undead. It was one such battle, only months ago, and against the most dangerous of all that dwelled within the recesses of the shadows where she had lost all of her blood family, all save for one.

And now it appeared if that one would be taken from her by means that could not be confronted nor controlled.

She finally reached the window and cast a cautious glance out, and for what she could see, there was nothing there save for wind, sleet and the snow that appeared to be piling up higher by the moment. This wet and cold weather had been dragging on for weeks, a testament to the endless winter months. She knew that it was this very weather that was to blame for the babe in Andrei and her own care taking ill. Andrei had taken the little one outside for a bit of play, to let him experience the illustrious sensation of the snow's tingle on his soft skin. Their clothes had grown wet, but the fun was to be had, and neither she nor Andrei suspected anything bad would come from such a loving and shared experience.

But how wrong they were.

It had started off as a runny nose and a slight cold, but before they could treat it with any form of finality, the sickness in Nicolai II's lungs had taken hold and grown. Thee two adults worked hard to keep the babe rested and his fever from soaring, but it was growing harder each passing day to prevent the lung sickness from taking over completely. The threat was nigh real, and it was the sole reason why Andrei had decided to risk the venture to the village at the foot of the Mountains in search of aid.

Now left to her own counsel, Nadya started to wonder if Andrei had made an error in judgment at leaving in such dreadful weather. The cold was dipping even lower in temperature, only warded off from making their homestead colder by the roaring fire she kept tended in the hearth. She pondered this, true, but she knew herself that were she capable, she would have made the very same risk. It was worth it if it somehow resulted in the assistance they needed now so desperately.

The small croaking noise alerted her and she turned from the window to see the small form covered in the heavy blankets beginning to stir. The babe grew weaker. She could feel it. His mute nature prevented him from alerting her to his discomfort but she felt the noise his small body struggled to craft was a testament to a coughing fit, as his body attempted to expel to sickness that hardened in his lungs. Unsuccessfully one might add. He could cough all night and day, but the phlegm in his lungs was near solid and could not drain. The fever spiked every so often and threatened to not subside, despite her attempts to stave it off.

"There, there Nicolai." Nadya whispered as she took up her cane again in hand and with a soft rap of it on the wood, approached where Andrei had stationed the homemade bed near the fire to keep him both warm and attempt to sweat the sickness from his body.

The babe, restless, attempted to move the heavy woolen blankets off of his body for his own comfort, but Nadya stopped him. She set the cane aside and tucked the blankets back over him and he squirmed, and Bless his heart, he would have cried out against her doing so if he were only able. His blind eyes glanced up toward her and they seemed glassier than normal. His skin had that feverish, unhealthy glow, causing her new fret that even were he to grow well again, that the fever would cause him further damage in mind or body.

She reached into a small ceramic pot filled with water and withdrew a course cloth from the cool water inside. She wrung it out and proceeded to dab at his milky flesh, and found his tiny hand reaching toward her. It was then that there came thee heavy knock at the door.

Fright and concern immediately stirred within her breast as she stood upright immediately, staring at the door.

"Andrei?" She called but no answer came to her. Only another heavy knock. Had it been Andrei, he would not have needed to knock before entering. The ward she had placed over their home would have seen to that. He could have easily walked in, and if his arms were laden with necessities, he would surely have answered.

Which told her that whomever was at the door was not her adopted son.

"Who's there?" She called out as she grasped the cane and started warily toward the door of the cabin. Still, there came to her no answer. This time, not even a third knock. She glanced back over her shoulder and Nicolai II seemed to be watching in the direction of the door through his blind eyes, almost as if he could sense that something was amiss.

A stranger could be out lost in these woods, as Andrei might very well be in another distant part of the Mountains. It could be an innocent villager, or it could very well be a thief or worse. The darkness that her family did battle against for centuries could not enter by force, but a mortal intruder was another matter.

She leaned closer toward the window and past the crystallized ice she spotted what appeared to be a hunched figure on the doorstep, standing within the downpour of snow and ice, seemingly unbothered. It was not Andrei, that much was for certain. The form was too slight, and knowing the young man as she had come to, she knew easily he would not simply stand there. He would have continued to pound until she allowed him entry. The great winds of the winter blew the cloak this visitor was wearing asunder, casting revelation that the figure was roughly her own size.

A female? Out in weather such as this?

One more glance toward Nicolai II in his bed, again resting against his own will beneath the warm covers of his bed, and she turned toward the door. Was this a risk she dared make, not knowing who this figure was? Something nagged deep within her that if she did not open the door, it would be a decision she would come to regret for the babe's sake in one manner or another. She had learned through years of trial and error to trust her honed instincts, and it was only because of that, she finally reached to grasp the lock on the door.

She slid the bolt aside and then grabbed the handle of thee door, while she gripped her cane and wielded it like one might wield a weapon such as a sword. Taking a deep breath and praying that she was making the correct decision, she pulled the door open -- and found nobody there on the front step of stone before their door. This brought a frown to her face as her eyes darted from left to right, but saw none there.

A chill ran immediately down her spine and she quickly shut the door and reinserted the bolt back into the lock. She turned around and fell back in startled fright. At the sight of the cloaked figure hovering over Nicolai II's bedside, peering down at him.

Finding her voice after what seemed like an eternity, Nadya lifted her cane and started toward the figure and cried, "Leave him be!"

"Do not be ridiculous."

The small form was heard to say as they stood upright and turned toward her. Withered hands reached up to grasp the hood of the cloak and pulled it down to reveal her identity.

"I came to understand the child is in need of my aid."

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"Indulge me."

Brother Grimm said as he stood at the mantle of the hut's fireplace, his pale fingers gripping the wood that was visually aged but still appeared timeless in its own way. His amber gaze stared straight into the flames that flickered in the brick and mortar fireplace that was caked with smoke and grime. The flames danced, and their light drifted onto his pale white flesh, crafting a most ominous and ethereal glow to his skin. His eyes, however, his eyes almost seemed to absorb the reflected light.

He turned around to where only one arm then rested on the edge of the mantel, careful so as not to disturb the row of candles and jars filled with only the gods knew what.

"Tell me again how it was that you had come to assist them." Grimm spoke in calm words, but it was within that calm that belied the savage calm of a storm that was set to be unleashed on the world before it. "The very same insects that I hold accountable for my imprisonment."

"That is a conundrum, isn't it?" Baba Yaga stated simply as she rocked in her chair, her aged fingers working swiftly, wrapping a colorful ball of twine around itself too form a ball unto itself. "You call them insects and yet it was you who ended up on the short end of the stick in that little skirmish you had with them."

She glanced up as he seemed frozen in place, his amber eyes glaring directly into her own.

She mused, "I dare wonder if they are insects and defeated one such as yourself, then what does that make you?"

Nothing more need be said. Grimm was almost upon her when a ripple in the very air spread across his path, blocking him from getting any closer. He slid his hands up the unseen barrier and pressed his body against it until his palms rested outward across it. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, a smile that spoke ill grew on his ebony lips.

"Powerful though you are mistress, it would be of little effort to get past this and reach you."

"Hm! Perhaps." She smiled and resumed her work. "And perhaps you would do well to remember that I am no common witch. I undid what an entire family line did to imprison you. You need me now in this age as much as I need you."

Grimm scoffed beneath his break, clearly skeptical. He shook his head slowly, clearly disagreeing, but then glanced from the corner of his eye at the shimmering form of 'energy' around his wrists, the tell-tale sign of the spell that bound him to the fabled Black Woods Witch.

"That little claim of yours is as fragile as the belief that this..." Grimm held up his wrists to display the 'binding'. "... is an eternal solution. You can not keep me bound forever my dear witch." He leaned in and smiled a toothy grin. "Not even you are that powerful."

"Oh I never believed I was." She smiled as she looked back up to him. "Just powerful enough."

"Then do so entertain me." Grimm said as he reached blindly behind him and grasped a wooden chair and pulled it around to have a seat directly across from Baba Yaga. "Tell me a story. Tell me why you helped that tender little morsel." He leaned forward, his twinkling eyes intent with interest. "I do so enjoy a good story."

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"Now, this is an interesting turn of events. I have to admit Michael Hardy, that I am unsure at this point whether you deserve congratulations or consoling."

"One might easily congratulate you for coming so far. For your ability to run the proverbial gauntlet in order to earn this very opportunity at the championship title I have in my possession. Your peers might offer their words of wisdom and support for your ability to move past such obstacles to earn a match against one such as myself at this extravaganza in Long Beach. They whisper sweetened words laced with honey in your ears, pumping up your ego with false hopes so that you might walk into our match, whatever it may be, believing that you actually have a hope in dethroning me of the SCW Roulette Championship."

"Cute."

"Anyone that has paid close enough attention would know that I am not one to be afflicted with gold fever. The symbolism of the championship belt is lost to one that has walked the face of the Earth since life first emerged from the primordial ooze. Tell me truly, Hardy, if you think that you truly have a chance against the very beast that laid fear into the heart of God's most loved, thus inciting a war in the heavens themselves? Better than you have tried to best me over the ages, and they are no more to the annals of time and history than rotted corpses and bleached bones turned to dust."

"Therein lies where the consoling might be a touch more appropriate for a man in your condition. For you see, what is to come can be blamed for no other than yourself. It was you who made the decision to arrive at ringside those few weeks ago and interfere in an event that had nothing to do with you. It was you, Michael Hardy, who cost Goth and myself a match by keeping me down for the fateful count of three. Think yourself clever, do you? You believe such a moment in time would allow for you a better chance at gaining a chance against a champion? How truly sad that you have to resort to such tactics and trickery to get a potential chance at the brass ring, rather than earn it entirely on your own merit."

"Much like the actions of the Fallen before the dawn of time, your actions will have repercussions laid solely upon your own shoulders. The fall off that stage and through the table was but a mere taste of the delicacies I savor on the silver platter you have already served yourself up on my dinner table. I rarely feel such things about a maggot, but you've proven yourself to be most ... annoying. Like an insect buzzing about your head, waiting to be swatted. Only I won't b swatting you. That would be too easy. I want you to remember this coming encounter with myself until the day you draw your final breath. I want you to let that child of your's weep over your broken and battered body. I want you to then understand that 'daddy' won't be around to protect his dear little one from the monster under the bed."

*chuckles*

"Your flesh will be my main course, Michael Hardy. Your blood will be the wine I wash it down with. You've managed to anger the Bogey Man, you sad, ad little man, and that is a sin that can simply not be undone."</color></size>

[Christian Underwood]

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