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Legendary #6
Homecoming
The Mad Tsar of Russia has finally been defeated. Since it has been so long since really good news has been heard, the ASA is returning to the United States to hold a show in Richmond so that the President of the United States can greet and award the heroes of the war in Russia with full pomp and circumstance. Despite the evil that still exists, it is still a time for celebration to recharge the batteries for the battles yet to come.
Key matches on this night? Father Nathan takes on Dasha for the ASA World Championship and Frietag and Mr. Clowny will be given the chance to seize the Ascension championship that Father Nathan is leaving behind. A Night of Gold on ASA's return home!
The Widow
*SMACK!*
Allen Anderson's head turns with the impact from the back of Leryn Walker's hand.
"You got my husband killed, you son of a bitch!"
He had stood up from his desk to walk around and greet Leryn Walker, the widow of the late Terel Walker. She launches into the room and backhands him. Jeremiah Vastrix is sitting in the corner of the room, hiding his smile behind a glass of whiskey on the rocks.
Anderson sits down at his desk, motioning for Leryn to sit as well.
Walker: "How could you let him be killed! Couldn't you have done something? Anything! He didn't want to go in the first place, but I bet you made him go!"
Anderson pours two glasses of whiskey over ice, shoving one to her. She glares at him, obviously not a drinker herself, but she takes the drink anyway. She sips at it, making an awful face as the booze burns all the way down.
Anderson: "Of course he didn't want to go. I didn't want to go either. We felt the Legend of King Goldenfire was important enough to get the statue. This is why we went. We were tied to chairs. This is why I couldn't order the strike sooner. And if things were not planned out correctly, Ignado Urizar would have survived the day. We did not have clearance from Micheal Vastrix to take Ignado down. He would not have given it with the state of other Warhammer Divisions."
Leryn goes to take another sip of the drink, but then throws it at Anderson, just missing him.
Walker: "You wanted a war! People die in wars!"
Anderson: "No. We wanted the statue, but came prepared for war should it come to it. Ignado killed your husband. He also thousands of loyal Shocktroopers because they were loyal to the ideals of his father and God while he played the game at being a Satanist. I could not have prevented his death, only avenge it."
Leryn wipes at her eyes, her make up running.
Walker: "If it isn't your fault then who can I rail against? I need to blame someone! I need to hurt someone to get my own closure!"
Anderson places his hands on the desk, sliding them towards her with a sympathetic look.
Anderson: "You don't need to avenge anything, dear. Terel Walker died a hero and his killer was defeated. He has helped change the dynamics of an entire company which has influence over the entire world. It's something to hold onto!"
Leryn shakes her head, smashing Anderson's hand to get him to draw back.
Walker: "I'd rather have him with me than honor a dead hero! You say hero, but really in the end you took a statue. Is it the legendary King? Have you freed him from his curse?"
Anderson: "Aahh well...you see."
Leryn Walker stands up, her face a mask of rage.
Walker: "See? You managed nothing from this mission that saw my husband die! You're a murdering idiot! I will see you burn in-"
Vastrix: "Hey, hey."
Jeremiah Vastrix stands up and places his arm around Leryn's shoulders. She shoots him a despising look, but he doesn't move away.
Vastrix: "I know you're upset, and you should be! Your husband died in a tragic thing that didn't have to happen. Why don't I take you to a bar for a few drinks? You can tell me all about your husband."
Leryn looks at Jeremiah for a time as if she's going to start yelling again, but her expression softens.
Walker: "You don't know about my husband?"
Vastrix: "Dear, he was a major business player in the world. I know everything about him, but I don't know how YOU saw him. Tell me about the Terel Walker that you knew. And maybe I can share what I knew as well."
Leryn wipes at her eyes with a weak smile.
Walker: "I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."
Jeremiah leads Leryn Walker out of the office, casting a look over his shoulder at Anderson with a smile while mouthing the words "You're welcome."
Anderson shakes his head with a chuckle as they leave before taking a sip of his drink.
Anderson: "Damned playboy..."
Opening
The lights go dim in the arena as a pyrotechnic display goes off over the ring to the cheers of the fans. The JumboTron lights up to show some of the finer moments caught on film of the long war against the Tsar Ionis Miranov of Russia as the night's music begins playing over the PAS system.
Once the music stops and the JumboTron fades, the lights come on, and we go down to the commentary table where Selena Sanchez sits with a new face. A man dressed in what appears to be an rich merchant outfit from the Middle Ages. Rich in silks and adorned with diamonds, gems, and silver.
Sanchez: "Hello and welcome to another day of ASA's Legendary! I'm Selena Sanchez and with me is our brand new staff member to join us after the departure of Kenneth Kemp. He is Connor Silverfield and he has come to us through the portal located in Luxor, Egypt from a land called Vesperia! Welcome, Connor!"
Silverfield: "Thank you, Selena. Though bear in mind that the land itself is called Pronatura. The nation I come from is the Empire of Vesperia. In this nation, I hail from Laicke. It's an outlying suburb of Vesper, the capital city of Vesperia."
Sanchez: "Oh, I'm so sorry. I guess it's much in the way that the land we are on now is called North America and the nation is the United States of America. Do you have pro wrestling where you come from?"
Silverfield: "No. I took on this job because I wanted to learn more about your world and customs. I have been studying for several weeks to get in as much as I can so I don't sound quite so uneducated."
Sanchez: "An ambitious fellow then! What did you do in Vesperia?"
Silverfield: "I'm from one of the families that founded a Silver Guild. We operate silver mines and smithing operations."
Sanchez: "Is there a lot of silver in Vesperia then?"
Silverfield: "No, not at all. Long ago, our Gods walked the lands like some of yours do today. An evil empire sought to control all and invaded. The Patron God of the Vesperian Race sought to stop these evil beings and died in battle. His death opened a great rift in the ground that led to what we now know as the Elemental Plane of Earth. Many guilds have sprung up since that fateful event to mine the purest metals and gems from this dangerous place. It's what has made Vesperia amongst the richest empires in the entire world."
Sanchez: "A terrible event turned into something great then. So, is there still religion in your nation?"
Silverfield: "There are a few minor Gods some of the unified races of Vesperia worship, but many of us maintain the worship of dead gods and try our best to follow the ideals that they left behind. We try our best, but our nation has become bogged down a bit from politics. We are a rich nation of many differing ideals, just like the United States."
Sanchez: "Sounds about right. Well, we have a great show planned for tonight! President James E Lee is going to come out tonight to honor those heroes who helped free Russia from tyranny. We have a World title and Ascension title matches tonight. Do you still have nations that practice such tyranny in your land?"
Silverfield: "Two. One is simply known as the Dark Lands where foul magicians practice unspeakable magical experiments. And one that has threatened us all since the Age of the Gods. Many races are enslaved by the might of the Xamillian Empire. Long have we sought to stop them, but their numbers are boundless and their power seems unlimited. We can only hope to contain them. It's a long story of conflict and heartache played out over the course of more than a thousand years. Mainly at our frontier, but also at sea."
Sanchez: "I couldn't imagine fighting for that long. But enough doom and gloom, tonight is about celebration! A celebration that we will be starting the show with!"
Silverfield: "Celebration! We do love celebrations in Vesperia. Let's get down to the...ring. Right?"
Sanchez: "Yup!"
Award Ceremony
Secret Service Agents begin walking down the aisle in pairs. They quickly surround the ring and line the aisle.
Silverfield: "What is this?"
Sanchez: "Secret Service. They are bodyguards for the President of the United States."
Silverfield: "And just to refresh my memory. The President is the leader of this country?"
Sanchez: "That would be correct."
As the music begins, President James E Lee walks out from the back to a standing ovation. He waves to the fans with a cheery smile as he walks down to the ring. He gets into the ring with the help of a Secret Service Agent and is handed a microphone.
Lee: "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have come here tonight to celebrate! We have not had much reason to celebrate for years. In 2013, we saw the rise of Carthage. It was joined in alliance with Britain and Russia. We had to fight back from blows struck by the Stone Rain and Richmond was selected to become the new seat of power for our great nation. When I was elected President in 2016, I vowed to end this war and end the threat posed by this alliance that was steadily working to conquer the entire free world."
"Since then, a rebellion began in Russia and Britain joined us in the battle against Carthage. It hasn't been an easy war as a dangerous woman named Valora Salinas, allied with Carthage, seized power in Mexico. She began her road South at a time when we were pinned between Canada and Mexico. We lost Alaska to Russia in a cataclysmic battle in the Pacific Ocean that saw us lost most of our Pacific Fleet. Still, we have battled on. Though internal doubt, through terrible odds, and through the feeling that everything we did would be lost. When Britain left the alliance with Carthage, Thamptis responded by destroying the island nation of Iceland. The resulting Tsunami was devastating to the coastlines all around the North Atlantic Ocean. Still, we fought back."
"We sent what help we could into Russia to help them seize back their nation from the Tsar that ruled with a bloody fist. Things further went our way when the Warhammer Corporation solidified their policy and began helping the war against Carthage and Russia."
"After the IWA ppv known as Hunt for the Crone, a blow was struck against Russia when our allied forces destroyed the Tsar's supernatural leadership before dealing a death blow to the Tsar himself."
"The war was not over as the Tsar transformed upon death to some kind of monster that created new creatures to terrorize the country. A concentrated effort destroyed the monster and freed Russia at last. Now, we need only defeat Carthage and help Russia with the deadly Winter to come."
"I won't keep you all night as I'm sure that a grand show has been planned for the evening. Let's get right to things, shall we?"
Sanchez: "This is his getting right to things? I must say that I did vote for the other guy during the last election. I thought that Alexander Johnson did a fine job as Interim President after our last heads of state died in the Stone Rain."
Silverfield: "In our country, this is a short speech. The voting in a leader is still a strange thing to me. I think we have a nation with a similar concept beyond the Dwarven nations to the North of Vesperia, but I have never been there."
One by one, many of the ASA roster, some of the Warhammer Security Officers, Resistance leaders, and so on come down to the ring one by one to get medals from the President. The last two to come are Dasha and Boris. President Lee greets them warmly in the ring.
Lee: "Welcome to the United States, Premier Dasha Malikova! It is my understanding that you are recrafting the Soviet state."
Dasha: "We do what we can to make our country strong again."
President Lee smiles at the challenge in the eyes of Dasha.
Lee: "Is isn't a style of government that I would have chosen myself, but I did hear you refused the position of Czarina. You should have seen some of the outrage when this nation's capital was moved to Richmond! I mean, there were precious few cities left standing capable of taking on such a role without building. Then, when I was elected President...we nearly had another Civil War ourselves. I only hope that the people understand that the actions we undertake today is for the betterment of our two nations. Though I fear that history in time may yet vilify us both while standing strong from the choices and sacrifices we made."
Dasha: "Thank you. We have lost many in the fight against the Tsar and continue to lose good people as a few Frost Giants came in through the portal when the Asgardians attended a funeral for one of their own. Trying times, but we will emerge stronger for our trials."
Lee: "Good! I know we are still rebuilding ourselves, but we will send what help that we can to deal with rebuilding and what to do about the Winter to come. I also understand that the Warhammer Corporation has also going to send resources."
Dasha chuckles.
Dasha: "It is to deal with the Devil when accepting aid from Warhammer, but their tech is advanced enough to maybe help. Hopefully their price won't be more than what can be paid."
President Lee looks to the crowd with a wide smile.
Lee: "We honor all the heroes of these dark days! Those present with us today and those who made the sacrifice to ensure that we could all be standing here today. We will do everything that we can to defeat Carthage and bring our world to a lasting peace!"
Sanchez: "Brave words from the President as everyone make their way to the back."
Silverfield: "Wars against dark forces brings out the best and the worst in people. We in Vesperia have seen this for generations as we have our skirmishes against the military might of Xamillia. The bold Harador hold the wall at our Northern border, though there are many who wish to invade Xamillia. Some for good to free races enslaved, some for vengeance for fallen friends and family, and a few who wish to gain the throne that is the source of power for the leaders of Xamillia to become God like beings. No invasion attempt has gone well and has always invited bloody retribution."
Sanchez: "Ah well...it seems we are ready for our first match. Are you ready to watch some pro wrestling?"
Silverfield: "Yes! I have read about this, and seen it on your magic boxes, but seeing it live will be a new experience."
Triple Threat
Wilson: "This next match is scheduled for one fall by a five count pinfall only! There is also placed around the ring several ladders that can be used to reach one of three weapons around the ring. These being a barbed wire baseball bat, a sledgehammer, and a bowling ball! You will also note the barbed wire wrapped ropes and turnbuckles. This will all be electricified once all participants are inside the ring...and I'm not."
Sanchez: "The matches tonight are all specialty matches as chosen by an audience poll before the event. They are not what you would normally see, Connor."
Silverfield: "I see. That makes sense."
Wilson: "Our first participant, weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds...'Hardcore' Chris Mmachi!"
"Can't Keep Still" by KPM Music starts playing. Chris Mmachi walks in and crouches down. After a few moments, he suddenly jumps up and stretches out his arms. Jet flames are set off. Chris walks down the ramp, occasionally doing a bit of shadow boxing. He reaches ringside and raises one arm before jumping onto the apron. This sets off red fireworks at the four corners. He walks in between the middle and top rope and precedes to go to the four corners. He climbs up two, flexing his arms at each one he climbs. He then goes to an empty corner and starts jogging in place.
Wilson: "And the next participant, weighing at...pick a number between one and five? What is this? Selena?"
Sanchez: "No idea, MaLisha. Just go with it?"
Wilson: "Fine. Five! He is-"
"Great Escape" by Audio Empire begins playing as five multicolored pyrotechnics go off over the ring. The blazing lights shape themselves to say "Harry Houdini".
Wilson: "And he is as the *beep*ing fireworks say...Harry 'Handcuffs' Houdini!"
Sanchez: "Foul language, MaLisha?"
MaLisha Wilson stomps her foot in the ring with a bit of petulance.
Wilson: "No one informed me of any damned fireworks!"
Silverfield: "Miss Wilson?"
Wilson: "What?!"
Silverfield: "Behind you."
MaLisha Wilson turns around, nearly jumping clean from her dress when Harry Houdini stands there with a smile.
Wilson: "Son of a *beep*! And the woman to kick this little bastard's ass in the ring...Khloe Kapla!"
As "Steampunk Revolution" by Abney Park begins, MaLisha Wilson knocks Harry in the head. It doesn't hurt Harry so much as create a loud thump over the PA system.
Khloe Kapla comes out from the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd with more cheers than boos. She rolls into ring with a grim expression as she looks over Chris Mmachi and Harry Houdini.
There's a hum in the air as the power is turned on to the barbed wire along with the bell to start the match.
Khloe Kapla looks to the outside of the ring where Delcan and Keira have joined her. She smiles, launching herself at Harry, kneeing him in the gut, and slamming him to the mat. She punches Chris in the throat, dropping him with a cutter.
Sanchez: "Khloe starting this match with a bit of viciousness."
Silverfield: "I've read on her a bit. She's been taking recent losses very personally. An obsessive type. She doesn't even come from your world?"
Sanchez: "Someplace called-"
Declan: "Steampunk City."
Keira: "We've been told it isn't much better than here."
Delcan turns the power level of the barbed wire up to the max level and breaks the controls. The humming increases as electricity arcs across the barbed wires.
Sanchez: "What's wrong with you?"
The two back away to stand by the ring. Khloe rips Harry up by the arm, hefts him up by his under arms, and tosses him into the corner so that he hangs. Harry jerks and twitches, screaming in agony as the power courses through his body. She kicks Chris in the gut as he stands, sending him through the ropes, and flipping him so that he becomes entangled in ropes and barbed wire.
Sanchez: "With the power turned up all the way, this can become very dangerous!"
Silverfield: "I don't know how this all works, but I do know harnessed lightning when I see it."
The ref tries to get close to either Harry or Chris to help them get loose, but getting too close sends arcs of power at him. Finally, security unplugs the power source for the electricity. The ref works on freeing Chris Mmachi while Khloe pulls Harry off the corner, brining him to the center of the ring for a power slam. The ref frees Chris and gets into position to count.
One...Two...Three...Four...Five!
Sanchez: "This was a wash out sort of. Like getting all dressed up for McDonalds."
Silverfield: "McDonalds?"
Sanchez: "Sorry. Getting dressed up for a place that serves cheap, horrible food."
Silverfield: "That makes sense then."
Lokison vs Tendonin
Wilson: "This next match is scheduled for submission only with two special referees. First up the special referees...Candice Kingston and Celes Hoskuldottir!"
Candice Kingston walks down to the ring, though the fans are fairly quiet. She waves as she walks, rolling under the ropes.
Silverfield: "Where is the other one? The Celes person?"
Sanchez: "Oh, she'll be in."
Celes appears with a popping sound on Candice's shoulder. She pats Candice on the head with a laugh.
Celes: "Howdy!"
Candice turns quickly, sending Celes to the mat where she lands on her feet.
Silverfield: "What is this? How old is this girl?"
Sanchez: "I'm supposing she might be six? She's very wise and powerful for her age, even for being a Goddess."
Silverfield: "Oh. I suppose that makes sense. I've never seen a child Goddess before. Once our Gods made it into the Celestial Realms, I don't know if they even interact with each other. Old grudges from when they waged war on each other for followers."
Wilson: "The challenger for this match, hailing from Asgard...Hoskuld Lokison!"
"God of Fire" by Manowar begins playing as Hoskuld Lokison walks down to the ring to the cheering of the fans, and more than a few whistles from both female and male fans. Ring attendants follow behind while pushing a locked dumpster. He rolls into the ring with a laugh. Celes vanishes from where she's standing and appears around Hoskuld to hug him tight.
Silverfield: "What is this? Why is the child hugging Hoskuld?"
Sanchez: "She is the daughter of Hoskuld, who is a man who transformed into a God."
Silverfield: "I see. Interesting."
Wilson: "And his opponent, hailing from...from...is this multiple choice? Let's go with Ohio. She is Jessica Tendonin!"
"Imaginary" by Evenescese starts playing as Jessica Tendonin walks out from the back, the attendants with the dumpster not far behind. The fans are fairly quiet as she walks down to the ring.
Silverfield: "From my readings, Jessica Tendonin is one of the 'good guys' and Hoskuld is what they termed 'tweeners'. Why did the fans cheer him, but not her?"
Sanchez: "Hoskuld Lokison has been doing many heroic feats of late while Jessica Tendonin has put in little to no effort. If this were an electronic wrestling game like some of the kids play online, then I'd say that Jessica's handler kept no showing."
Silverfield: "What? Electronic what? I don't understand."
Sanchez: "That'll be a lesson for another day. It'll blow your mind."
Candice gets a coin out, flips it into the air. Jessica calls heads, but then it comes up tails. Hoskuld whoops for joy.
Sanchez: "Hoskuld won the coin toss and so his dumpster gets to be opened and his choice of decorations used!"
Silverfield: "He's the Asgardian God of Excess? What kind of decor would he use I wonder?"
The ring attendants keep shooting Hoskuld dirty looks as they start pulling pillows out of the dumpster. Then various whips and other more mature things. This is followed by wooden parts and a large mattress? Ring attendants grumble as they begin putting together a King sized bed in the middle of the ring followed by lacey decorations around the ring.
Silverfield: "So...I might be still new to the concept of wrestling, but this looks more and more like a bedroom setting."
Sanchez: "I have to agree and I am familiar with wrestling. Oh and a small table and chairs complete with a small meal and wine for two? This looks more like a scene for seduction."
As the last of the scene is set up, not a soul in the ring, save Hoskuld himself, look happy. Jessica Tendonin and Candice Kingston looks beside themselves with indignant anger. Celes shakes her head when gazing at her father.
Celes: "You remember that this is to be a wrestling match?"
Hoskuld laughs, ruffling her hair.
Lokison: "Of course it is a wrestling match, but who says it can't also be fun?"
Celes: "Beyond the protestations of a daughter, who while is mature for her age, should still not see her father at such play?"
Lokison: "It will be a learning experience! Anything else?"
Celes: "Hela. You would not want a jealous Death Goddess. Would you? Don't try to act surprised, father. I know all your secrets..."
Hoskuld's smile fades.
Lokison: "Well...there is that. Don't you know anything about mind games? I was making Jessica lose her temper."
Celes: "You lie rather poorly, father."
Silverfield: "Ha! It is a funny thing to see father busted by daughter!"
Sanchez: "She tends to do that."
As the bell rings to start the match, Jessica Tendonin rounds the bed. Her hands glow with a ferocious power than matches the smoldering anger in her eyes.
Lokison: "I take it you don't like?"
Jessica answers with a swing of the fist meant to take his head off. Hoskuld ducks, slipping behind her, and giving her a goose with his hand. Though mind, his middle finger went a bit beyond a cheek.
Jessica spins around, her mouth open with rage. She unleashes a blast of energy that Hoskuld easily dodges. The blast strikes the table and chair set, destroying them.
Hoskuld kicks Jessica in the gut, grabbing the bottom of her top as she doubles over to pull it over her head to blind her. He moves quickly, grabbing the inside the back of her bottom to pull up panties. He summons a shining silvery rope to attach panties to top to keep Jessica blinded, exposed, and wedgied. The crowd cheers with many hoots and hollers from men in the audience.
Silverfield: "This doesn't look like conventional wrestling to me."
Sanchez: "Little about Hoskuld is."
Jessica is on her knees, pulling at her shirt to try to get it down. It only serves to pull her panties further up her ass. Candice rushes over to try to help, but Hoskuld wraps his arms around her from behind, slipping his hands up her shirt to grab two handfuls.
Candice's face turns several shades of pink before she turns slowly around to face Hoskuld, who brings her in for a passionate kiss.
Silverfield: "Is he allowed to seduce the ref?"
Sanchez: "Let me think. He isn't allowed to assault her, but this? Sexual harassment I think, but only if she is upset by this. Does she look upset?"
Silverfield: "No?"
Sanchez: "Then I think it's allowed."
Hoskuld presses Candice onto the bed, who begins to slowly pull off her top while Hoskuld starts pulling at the waistline of her bottom.
Jessica Tendonin let's out a shriek of rage, her entire body glowing with power as her clothing is reduced to ashes and she stands up straight. She sees Candice laying in pleasure on the bed naked and Hoskuld hovering over her.
Tendonin: "You get off of her!"
Hoskuld looks over his shoulder with a smile.
Lokison: "She's having fun. Why should I?"
Jessica rushes at Hoskuld with a shout. Hoskuld backs off of Candice, causing Celes to look away as his open pants fall to the mat. He ducks to grab Jessica for a fireman's carry, dumps her onto the bed with her head hanging off the side. The crowd cheers as he then leaps upon her and-
Silverfield: "By all that is holy!"
Sanchez: "There's little holy about what he's doing now. We like to call it sixty-nine, but Hoskuld could lose a very near and dear part of himself should Jessica be able to bite down!"
Silverfield: "Such behavior in a combat sport. We would never in Vesperia. The dishonor of it all..."
Candice gets down by Jessica's head, a mixture of longing and jealousy plain on her face. She looks to Celes, holding out her hand for the microphone. She goes in, her head and the microphone buried between Hoskuld's legs under his thrusting hips.
"Uncle!"
The bell rings to stop the match as Hoskuld let's out a cry of triumph...or was it orgasm?
He backs off of the bed, pulling his pants back up as Celes holds up his hand in victory. Jessica Tendonin and Candice Kingston stand up. Jessica dripping from the mouth and looking angry at Candice. She looks angrily back at her in the same way.
Sanchez: "Somehow, I think the voice that said Uncle was Candice's. I mean, Jessica's mouth was full."
Silverfield: "Quite possible. I think Hoskuld's spell is ending though. Look!"
Jessica and Candice shakes their heads as if coming out of a trance. First they notice their nude states. Then, Candice wipes at the fluid on Jessica's chin, and they both look at it.
Celes pulls on Hoskuld's hand with some urgency.
Celes: "Daddy...it's time to go!"
Hoskuld and Celes vanish as Jessica and Candice realize what's happened to them. They storm to the back, Jessica spitting all the way.
Sanchez: "I bet there was so much blurring for the fans watching this on television. And so much therapy coming for the minors watching live. That or they missed the whole thing while trying to see through the hands of their parents."
Silverfield: "Filth..."
Fall of the Dragon
Back in the dressing room of Jessica Tendonin and Candice Kingston, the pair arrive back into the room after Jessica's match against Hoskuld Lokison.
Kingston: "I think we should take Hoskuld out. How dare he act that way during a match!"
Tendonin: "I think that might be a plan. Stupid Asgardian wannabe..."
That's when they notice the small ornate wooden box on the vanity. Candice picks it up, noticing that while it is locked, a key is taped to the bottom of it.
Kingston: "I wonder what this could be?"
Candice opens the box and nearly drops it in disgust. Jessica looks inside, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
Tendonin: "Who would leave ears for-wait...the earring in that ear! It's-"
"Tokens from the rest of your precious order."
The air shimmers as Nebiryau appears in the room.
Nebiryau: "Years ago you helped defeat the Dread Dragon before abandoning humanity to their fate to Carthage. I think you're back to do it again and so..."
A flash of steel and Candice quivers as a red line bisects her from head to crotch.
Nebiryau: "The Order of the Dragon gets to die."
Jessica opens her mouth to let out a cry of rage as her friend falls lifelessly apart. Before she can react though, Nebiryau's oversized sword is plunged through her chest.
Tendonin: "No! You cannot!"
Nebiryau rips the blade out with a cruel laugh.
Nebiryau: "Be not sad, soon all of Asgard will join you in Death's Embrace."
Nebiryau beheads the dying Jessica with a swipe of his sword. He cleans his sword and puts it away, pulling out a small mirror.
Nebiryau: "The Order of the Dragon is dead as you requested, brother. I'm on my way to the gathering point now."
The Stones of Power on Nebiryau's belt begin to glow as he vanishes.
Nail in the Coffin
At a meeting room in the arena, Allen Anderson walks in to see a gathering of people around a table waiting for him.
Anderson: "Sorry, I was dealing with some merchandising clients."
Around the room in seats are several people of importance. President James E Lee, his Secretary of Defense Kevin Straud, Druscilla, Roux O'Hara, Kirios Spatharsis of Warhammer Europe, Sebastian Jalabert of Warhammer North America, Trevor Maathai, and Shaiaya.
Anderson notes the friendly smile on Shaiaya and the power cancelling collar around her neck. Before he can ask, Sebastian shakes his head.
Jalabert: "It's a long story. Please be seated. We have one more delegate coming to this meeting to complete the gathering."
Anderson raises an eyebrow. Who could they be waiting on?
Just then the door opens and a beast of a man walks through the door. He is nearly eight feet tall and built it seemed of muscles on top of muscles. He's dressed in the robes of a diplomat, but it does little to hide the chain mail armor and weapons underneath. What skin that is exposed is riddled with old scars. He nods to the gathered group.
"I am Ulrik Orcslayer, Diplomat of Vesperia and Warlord in the Duchy of Harador. Where it comes to the brutality of the kind of war that we face, I was chosen to come and help."
Anderson nods, the name isn't familiar, but the race is.
Anderson: "The Duchy of Harador is the one furthest to the East and maintains the border with Xamillia? You guard a really big wall, right? The Harador are a big race with inherent skills in smithing the deadliest weapons in Pronatura and the skill to use them."
Ulrik smiles, but it was not a friendly one.
Orcslayer: "I have heard you visited Vesper. We Harador don't fall prey to pretty words like the Vesperians. We value actions above all."
Lee: Good! We will need men of action in the coming days and weeks!"
A map of Southern Europe and North Africa is displayed on the table. President Lee places a small chess piece, the Knight, on the spot where Luxor is.
Lee: "Here is the plan as I know it. We are going to focus our forces here at Luxor. The United States and Britain will be joined by a coalition of nearly a dozen nations. We will then. Be joined by a Vesperian force. We will divide from there to sweep East and West to bring down Carthage as we go. Surveillance video show that Carthage is gathering everything they can in Paris. We should find little to stop us on the road to Paris to crush them once and for all. We'll pin them from several sides at once. Kirios?"
Kirios Spatharsis sets a tablet on the table and drags his finger across the screen. The map changes to a set of blue prints for a missile.
Spatharsis: "I have developed a weapon of mass undead destruction. A mass bombardment of these will cover Spain and France with a gas that will destroy undead flesh and disrupt spirits enough to banish them. It would not be hard for those with intelligence to take shelter, but the most of the threat will be dealt with. I have within my own Division, a Necromancy Guild will go in and work out a peace treaty with those that remain. I have developed artificial elements that have been proven to be better tasting and provide better nutrients to the daily needs of the wide variety of undead that exists. Be it blood, souls, spinal fluid, and so on. A lasting peace can be built with them once Carthage is defeated."
Lee: "We have a diplomatic team being readied to go meet with Valora. With Carthage defeated, she won't have a real reason to remain at war. Let's look at it realistically. She has improved conquered nations, where Thamptis has left the people of the nations he has conquered to be playthings for those he left in charge. I can't say for sure, but I don't think she will push for war once Thamptis is dead."
Jalabert: "This is good. With all of us working together, we can finish this war. The world has been forever scarred by this man, but we can rebuild for the better I think."
Ulric Orcslayer lays a giant jagged sword that appears as if is layered with bladed hooks. A sword designed to shred flesh instead of simple slashing.
Orcslayer: "I have read up on this man. Many mortals have willingly joined his side in order to save families from being abused. His numbers are still without limit even after the series of victories you have claimed. If you do this instead of making peace, you will drown the lands currently occupied by Carthage in blood. Are you ready for this? Are you ready to wage war like we Harador do?"
Everyone in the room look to each other in silence. No one wants to be the first to answer this question.
Anderson: "We will do what we must. It is not something that we want to do, it never is, but it is something we must do. If we sit and do nothing, Thamptis has the power to destroy everything we hold dear. He has dropped stones from space. He has destroyed an island nation to cause the largest ever Tsunami. I think he could destroy the entire planet. We have to stop him. He is only vulnerable to attack once Elizabeth Devereaux and Nebiryau are killed."
Ulric Orcslayer lifts his sword in the air, taking a few practice swings with it.
Orcslayer: "Then we will help you make the rivers run red with the blood of your enemies."
Anderson: "Umm, thanks? Listen, I have to get back. Good meeting. I can feel victory."
Anderson leaves the room as quickly as he can, doing a quick face palm once the door closes behind him.
Anderson: "Why me?"
ASA Ascension Championship
Wilson: "This next match is scheduled for two out of three falls and is to be held inside of a Cell cage with hardcore weapons, also known as toys, under the ring. Presenting the challenger from...oh come on now! The Land of Cake and Cookies? Is this mess with the announcer day? Welcome, Mr. Clowny!"
The cosmic sounds of "Calamity" swirl as the arena darkens. An ominous purple light shines from the entrance way. As the clown horns go off in the song, Mr. Clowny's ice cream truck drives down the aisle. A hatch opens from the top, and Clowny is propelled by the ejection seat all the way into the ring. With the wave of his hand, he summons a cupcake for a little pre-match sugar rush. As he eats it, his eyes begin to glow in random colors.
Silverfield: "What sorcery is this?"
Sanchez: "Cake magic?"
Silverfield: "I have never seen the like. Though there is a land where all kinds of strange magic is done, I have never even heard a whisper of such a thing."
Wilson: "And his opponent, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts...Frietag!"
"Gently" by Slipnot begins playing as Frietag walks out from the back with a quiet intensity, watching Mr Clowny as he walks to the ring to be let in the Cell.
Sanchez: "I'm surprised that they didn't let Tony Manzell come down to the ring with Frietag this time. It isn't as if they really have to hide that he's still managing Frietag anymore."
Silverfield: "I have read the tale that is Frietag. This company he worked for reminds me of a global guild. We do have our own mercenaries that work for us. Mostly because just going to the mines is dangerous and there are bandits that try to seize silver shipments. We also execute deserters, mainly for the guild secrets they may know."
The bell rings to start the match and right away, Mr Clowny challenges Frietag to a test of strength. Frietag accepts and right away, presses Clowny to his knees. Clowny screams as his arms bend nearly in half at the forearm before coming off at the elbow.
People in the crowd scream as Mr Clowny waves about his arm stumps hidden in sleeves while red gel frosting sprays out.
Clowny: "My arms! Spigily dagily do! You tore off my arms!"
Sanchez: "What the Hell?"
Silverfield: "This is madness!"
Frietag looks down at the arms in confusion as they still move on their own and give him rude gestures. He doesn't notice Mr. Clowny slipping real arms out of his sleeves until he's brought down into a small package.
One...Two...Three!
Sanchez: "What? This was all a set up?"
Frietag rises up quickly, elbowing Clowny in the gut, and wrapping the fake arm around his throat. He places a knee into Clowny's back with a growl to help choke the clown out.
Frietag: "Tap or this becomes how you die!"
Silverfield: "Frietag is a vicious sort, isn't he?"
Sanchez: "This is true."
Mr Clowny's face turns several neon colors before he finally signals to the ref that he gives. Frietag releases Clowny, backing up. He sniffs at the arm he's holding, and to the revulsion of the crowd, he takes a bite.
Sanchez: "How does fondant covered cake choke someone out?"
Silverfield: "Cake magic?"
Sanchez: "Well...ok."
Mr Clowny and Frietag circle around each other. Clowny laughs, honking his own nose.
Clowny: "Don't you want to see what toys are under the ring? Hoo hoo!"
Frietag: "I don't need toys to beat you."
Clowny ducks under a punch, picking Frietag up for an airplane spin. Frietag elbows Clowny in the head, bringing him down with a ddt.
Sanchez: "I feel like this is going to be a quick match."
Silverfield: "You might be right."
Frietag stuffs a bit of "arm cake" into Clowny's mouth and hits a seated senton.
One...Two...Clowny gets a shoulder up. Frietag suddenly motions that he gives up though and rolls away while holding his crotch. Clowny sits up to get his hand raised with a grin.
Clowny: "Does anyone else taste sweaty sausage?"
Sanchez: "Did Clowny just win this match by biting Frietag's-"
Silverfield: "Yes. Yes, he did."
Sanchez: "Oh my..."
Wilson: "Winner of the match and NEW ASA Ascension champion...Mr. Clowny!"
Sanchez: "That was a quick and yet disgusting title match. You have anything in Vesperia to relate to this, Connor?"
Silverfield: "No. Nothing comes close."
Warhammer in Chaos
Micheal Vastrix sits at his desk at the Warhammer HQ near Hong Kong. It was an ancient stronghold built by parties unknown that was purchased not long after the birth of the corporation.
On the computer screen in another part of the world is Victor Greystone, the man who helps coordinate operations that cross Divisions.
Vastrix: "Tell me. What damage are we looking at?"
Greystone: "The Directors of Africa and Asia are dead. The Director of Australia is missing with those loyal to him threatening to bring down the entire Aussie government if no help is given to help find him."
Micheal cocks his head with a smirk.
Vastrix: "Wait. There's actually enough people in Warhammer Australia loyal to Hakim Firath to start a war large enough to bring down the Australian government?"
Greystone: "No. They are loyal to Cadmus Blackheart. He is causing a big stink to prove that the Aussies made Hakim vanish to try to bring down Warhammer Australia. No one knows where Hakim has vanished to and he is working hard to take over. His family has been a part of Warhammer Australia for a long time in weapons design. Cadmus developed the Blackheart class rifles used against supernatural targets."
Micheal nods to himself, sipping from a glass of expensive liquor.
Vastrix: "We can start by defusing that. We are at war with Carthage and don't need this nonsense. Send out word that Hakim Firath is dead, blame Carthage, and name Cadmus Blackheart as the new Director of Warhammer Australia."
Victor Greystone types it into his notes before lighting up a cigarette.
Greystone: "He will be most pleased. He will not be ruled by fear like Hakim was. Do you have ideas for Africa and Asia?"
Vastrix: "In Asia. Anxiu was killed during the course of a duel dealing with some honor thing. I'm inclined to let that person take over. Or rather, let the leader of that group take over since I'm to understand this person isn't the political leader?"
Greystone: "So then...Jade or Var Thaxis?"
Vastrix: "Tell them to figure it out amongst each other. I will visit the new Director since neither of these two fit the normal people we have in charge."
Greystone: "Africa?"
Vastrix: "Cardinal Mariano Urizar had killed each rival as they sprang up. So there's not a whole ton to pick from. The entire Division is also suffering from the long term damage from Desolation being destroyed. Still, I think they can bounce back. The Blood Merchants have held plenty of respect since they acted without the Cardinal's knowledge at times in deals. Who is the current Commander?"
Greystone: "Gholam Tarzi is the new Commander after the last two died. One died when Desolation was destroyed. His successor was killed by Ignado Urizar when the boy decided to take out those most loyal to Mariano."
Micheal nods, opening up a side tab to look up the bio of Gholam Tarzi.
Vastrix: "She's a twenty year veteran with the company. Made the Cardinal nearly a trillion in profits on her own. I think she's ready to strike out on her own."
Victor writes it down, ashing in a tray with his free hand.
Greystone: "Sounds good. Europe and North America are still strong. Kirios Spatharsis is working on new technologies to help deal with the undead."
Vastrix: "Destroy them all?"
Greystone: "Not totally. Once Thamptis is defeated, he'll work to help them become allies with humanity."
Vastrix: "And Sebastian has become Immortal?"
Greystone: "A mystic blade has made him thus."
Micheal chuckles, filling his drink.
Vastrix: "My Great Grandfather said that bastard would outlive us all!"
Greystone: "I'm concerned about Herminia. She's been offsite for sometime. Reports have been sketchy, but I think she's been with Valora Salinas. Should we eliminate her? Valora is an ally of Carthage."
Vastrix: "No. Valora may be using her power to manipulate the girl. She might be using her to get intel on what's going on, but let her. Her ally won't be around much longer, nor will anyone who claim control over her. President Lee plots peace with her since he knows that while Valora is twisted on the inside, her people love her for the most part. Her lands are harsh, but vastly improved. I'd wager the tech Spatharsis plans on using in Europe can also help Valora's forces."
Victor smiles as he finishes making notes.
Greystone: "And should we call back our forces from the front to help ease these changes in management?"
Vastrix: "No. We have endured internal chaos as a company for generations. We need to continue to endure while doing the good that we do for the sake of bringing the company to a new age of glory."
Greystone: "Very good. Though, what do you need to tell the next Director of Warhammer Asia?"
Micheal just smiles.
Vastrix: "A warm welcome to the Circle of Fire, of course."
Victor isn't fooled, but he knows when a secret isn't going to be shared.
Greystone: "Of course. I'm out."
Micheal Vastrix leans back in his chair as the connection is cut.
Whomever takes the Director spot in Asia will not be the normal. They will likely recoil in the evil and ruthlessness that the company is riff with. It all began with a secret at the very founding of the Warhammer Corporation centuries before.
Ezekiel Vastrix finished the great crusade against the Sinister Peace, an organization formed to bring peace to the world by ruling it with a silk gloved iron fist.
What the world knows is this. That when he stood upon the cusp of victory, Ezekiel turned and bound the Sinister Peace under his control under the new name of the Warhammer Corporation. The new company began absorbing all evil in the world, expanding it's influence to every dark corner of the world.
The truth is hidden. Ezekiel knew that destroying the Circle of Fire would not destroy the Sinister Peace. Like beheading a Hydra, two new heads would replace every one. So in creating the Warhammer Corporation and absorbing elements around the world, a drastic change had been made.
Where the Sinister Peace went in one direction, the Warhammer Corporation went in a thousand.
A thousand different directions that conflicted with each other more often than not. The closer the company came to the original goals of the Sinister Peace, the further away the company moved away.
War of the Dead
In the darkness of the Underworld...the Olympian Underworld where Hades reigns supreme...
"Lady Apathy" Elizabeth Devereaux sits on a small boat being paddled across the River Styx by the being known only as Charon.
Charon is a skeleton in tattered black robes. He never spoke, only held out his bony hand for the two golden coins for passage. The two coins normally placed under the eyelids of the dead for passage.
Once across the river and at the very gates to the domain of Hades, she is confronted by the giant three headed dog, Cerebus.
Devereaux: "I seek counsel with Hades. Let me pass."
Cerebus naturally only responds with loud slavering barking as it pulls at its chains to try to tear her apart.
Devereaux: "If only you could speak like the Dire Wolf in Hela's domain. Then we wouldn't have to do this."
Elizabeth grows in power as her wings unfurl and she transforms into her being of power. She chants for a small time and directs a single finger at Cerebus.
A lance of green energy strikes the monstrous dog. It yelps and falls dead to the ground. Elizabeth hrumphs as she flies past the slain guardian.
Devereaux: "Now if only Hades will listen to reason, or he may get much of the same."
She smiles to herself as she flies through the realm of rot, ruin, pain, and anguish. Nebiryau had done an enchantment long ago to where she was bound in strength to Valora. Where one gains power, the other will as well. It was meant as a gift to Valora for her service, but as Valora's power has grown rapidly of late...so too has Elizabeth's.
Devereaux: "Nebiryau gets the simple mission of destroying the Order of the Dragon. I have to play diplomat."
Some time later (it's hard to tell time with everything either a dull gray or lit by fires), Elizabeth stands before the skull throne of Hades. She passes by the rest of the Olympian pantheon, all slain by Thamptis, Nebiryau, and herself. Sure, they had some help from the Titans and the rebellious children of Ares. With them either dead or surrendered, do they really count anymore?
Hades gazes down upon Elizabeth. His expression is unknown as he hides a scarred visage with an iron mask. Where meeting with the beautiful Hela would have been a possible pleasure, meeting with Hades is anything but.
He's a brute of a man with spiked armor with the heads of dead men impaled upon them...the rest of their bodies flailing about uselessly.
Hades: "What do you want? You have caused enough pain."
Elizabeth bows with flourish and a wide grin.
Devereaux: "It has been done to bring you to your current standing! Are you not the King of the Underworld, the Sea, and Olympus on high? Are your rivals not all under your command? You have been granted the power few in your position have ever dreamed of."
For minutes, the only sounds that can be heard are the pained moans or the dead and the gnashing of teeth. Then, finally.
Hades: "It is true. I have gained much from the war in the lands above. What does the Dark Warlock want? I sense a request?"
Devereaux: "No mere request. We only wish to point out an opportunity to you and ask that you act upon it."
Hades leans down, looking closer at Elizabeth. Fire and smoke rolls out of slits on his mask.
Hades: "And what is this?"
Devereaux: "We feel that with the power you have gained from the death of the Olympians and the Titans, that you have the power to annex Hela's domain for your own. We intend to invade Asgard. If you invade her dead lands at the same time, she cannot help her living kin. We will destroy Asgard and send to you a whole new pantheon for your domain. You will be even more great and powerful than you are now."
Hades shakes, fire blazing from his mask. It takes Elizabeth some time to discover that the grating, bone crushing sounds he makes is laughter.
Hades: "It has been so long since I have waged war. Not since the days of the Titan Wars against Cronus and then Atlas. I will do it. When you invade Asgard, I will invade Hela's realm. Neither will stand."
Devereaux: "Good. Now if you don't mind, I need to get to the meeting point with the rest of Carthage."
Hades nods and sits back down as Elizabeth Devereaux flies away with a smirk. She pulls out a mirror once she's out of sight, summoning Thamptis.
Devereaux: "It was as easy as you expected, brother. Hades will wage war upon Hela as we attack Asgard. Her dead armies will remain down below as it is intended to be. I am on my way to the meeting point now."
ASA World Championship
Wilson: "This next match is scheduled to be a knockout match to be held inside of a Cell cage. It is for the ASA World Championship! Featuring first, from Dublin, Ireland...Father Nathan!"
The lights in the arena dim as ‘God’s Gonna Cut You Down’ by Johnny Cash plays over the PA and Father Nathan makes his way out from the back, carrying his cross. He looks over the crowd and takes in their reaction before nodding and making his way down to the ring, setting up his cross to stand on its own as he climbs into the ring and prepares for the fight.
Sanchez: "Father Nathan looks like he's not quite ready for this. I think he's done his preparation, but something is off."
Silverfield: "I know from my own home that it is difficult to live the life of a priest. There are many rules of church, moral codes to follow, and so on. The Priests and Paladins of Kyjun go through much trouble in their lives."
Sanchez: "Kyjun?"
Silverfield: "The Patron God of the Vesperians. He's long dead of course, but the church remains. My guild pays only lip service as does much of the common folk. I worship Qeldir, a living god who is of the Dwarven nation to the North. A Merchant God. One we can find common ground with rather than a Dead God who can no longer help."
Sanchez: "Umm..."
Wilson: "And his opponent...hailing from Moscow, Russia...she is the ASA World champion...Dasha Malikova!"
The Russian flag appears on the Jumbotron as images of Russian soldiers marching in parade formation and some image of the Russian Army in combat. Boos resound as Dasha walks out, pausing to salute the Russian flag and looks at the crowds before turning back and making sure Boris is there, walking to the ring with him, every so often berating Boris about something or other before they climb into the ring and Dasha carefully removes her Spetsnaz beret, handing it, and the her ASA World championship belt to Boris and ordering him to leave the ring as she prepares for the coming fight.
Silverfield: "I thought at the start of the show we celebrated the victory in Russia to free them from a tyrant?"
Sanchez: "The American public has been ingrained against the Russian Soviet government for a long time. Old habits are hard to break."
The bell rings to start the match and Dasha raises her fists with a smile, getting into a boxing stance. Father Nathan raises an eyebrow, getting into his own stance.
Dasha makes the first move, poking Father Nathan in the eyes and bringing him down with a Sambo take down.
Dasha jumps to her feet, stomping Father Nathan in the forehead as he tries to rise. Before he hits the mat, Dasha dives at him to elbow him in the jaw, but Father Nathan rolls out of the way so she hits the mat.
Dasha jumps back up, Father Nathan jumps up, catching Dasha, and bringing her over for a belly to belly suplex.
Both are back up quickly, Father Nathan grabbing Dasha by the arm, and whipping her into the ropes. He follows after her quickly, hitting a clothesline while she's on the ropes to send her over. She slams into the apron before landing on the concrete floor.
Sanchez: "See, this is going to be the big match of the night. Both of these wrestlers are top of the line."
Silverfield: "And I would expect this of them, since they are matching for the top glory of this company."
Father Nathan watches Dasha to slowly get to her feet before pulling down on the top rope to launch himself over for a cross body. Dasha catches him, using his moment to send him into the Cell wall face first.
Sanchez: "Father Nathan smashed into that steel cage hard! I would imagine that he's bleeding right about now!"
Silverfield: "Dasha played Father Nathan for a fool on that, acting as though she were more injured than she was."
Sanchez: "We call that playing possum."
Dasha pulls the bleeding Father Nathan up, palming his face to slam the back of his head into the cage. She follows this with a left punch, right punch, left punch combo, ending in a spinning right back fist. Each impact to the head bouncing Father Nathan's skull off of the cage. He drops to his knees and sideways to the floor. Dasha rolls back into the ring to await the ref to start the count.
Sanchez: "Dasha bringing Father Nathan down with her Spetsnaz Strikes."
Silverfield: "Spetsnaz?"
Sanchez: "To put it simple, Russia's special forces. A gathering of people trained to be spies, assassins, and military leaders. I may be under explaining them, but I think it's close."
Silverfield: "We have such a thing, but they are kept secret. To reveal yourself to be a member of what we call the Shadows is to commit a dire crime. It's only fitting as Kyjun was a God of Goodness. The acts undertaken by the Shadows fly in the face of all that. Many of them suffer from self-hatred."
1...2...3...4...5...Father Nathan stands up.
Father Nathan staggers a bit, wiping at his eyes to clear the blood. Dasha bounds to the top rope, diving at Father Nathan for a spear. She's caught as Father Nathan grabs her as if for a gut wrench suplex, but spins to turn it into a ddt of sorts as he rams Dasha's head into the Cell wall. He steps back so the ref can count.
1...2...3...4...Dasha leaps to her feet. She grabs Father Nathan by the shoulders before delivering a head butt, followed by a double arm ddt.
Silverfield: "Both are determined to win in their own ways. This is a good match."
Sanchez: "Naturally."
With Father Nathan down, Dasha starts climbing the Cell wall. She's about half way up before Father Nathan gets up and looks into the ring. By the time he turns to see Dasha, she launches from the Cell wall to hit a moonsault that bounces Father Nathan's head off of the ring steps. Dasha rolls into the ring with a grim smile.
Sanchez: "That was...most people hit by that move would be dying right now."
Silverfield: "This is true. We've had men in the mines die from less."
The ref looks to see Father Nathan laying on the floor and starts his count.
1...2...3...4...5...6...Father Nathan grabs the ring skirt...7...8...Father Nathan stands up, using the ring apron to lean on.
Sanchez: "I don't know how Father Nathan managed to stand up after that blow!"
Silverfield: "I have a feeling he's more than what he appears to be."
Dasha slides out of the ring, grabbing the still groggy Father Nathan, and rolls him into the ring. She follows and stands him up. She smiles.
Dasha: "You won't get up from this, comrade."
Dasha strikes with the Iron Fist, but almost faster than the eye can see, Father Nathan catches her fist in one hand, and-
Sanchez: "The Left Hand of God! How did Father Nathan manage that?"
Silverfield: "When a hero is at his worst, that is when he is at his best."
Dasha's eyes go wide as Father Nathan releases her hand to let her fall to the mat. He staggers backwards to lean in the corner and try to recover as the ref begins counting Dasha out.
1...2...3...4...5...Dasha shoots an arm into the air, but it falls back to the mat...6...7...8...9...Dasha gets to her feet.
Sanchez: "Dasha showing some amazing resilience here. I can count on one hand the number of people not beaten by Father Nathan's heart punch."
Silverfield: "I have read about this move. If it's done right, it can stop a heart and kill a person?"
Sanchez: "Yes."
Dasha grabs Father Nathan from the corner, whipping him into the ropes. As he returns, she aims a Sambo side kick, but Father Nathan dodges it. He stops behind Dasha, applying the Sleeper Hold!
Sanchez: "If few had gotten up from Father Nathan's heart punch, fewer still have escaped his sleeper hold!"
Silverfield: "This isn't a submission match, but I guess if Dasha passes out then she can't answer the ten count."
Dasha tries to break free, but finds quickly that she cannot. She reaches into a pocket, pulling out a small remote control with two buttons.
Silverfield: "What wickedness is this?"
Upon pressing a button, a cord with a spine on the end comes through the Cell cage roof from somewhere in the ceiling. It sinks into Father Nathan's bicep, causing him to release Dasha. She presses the second button once free and laughs as electricity arcs across Father Nathan's body.
Once the power stops flowing, Dasha leaps in to hit her Iron Fist to the center of Father Nathan's chest. She steps away as Father Nathan falls face first to the mat. The ref checks him and then starts the count.
1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10!
Wilson: "Winner of the match and STILL ASA World champion...Dasha Malikova!"
Sanchez: "Dasha retains her championship, but her method of winning was foul."
Silverfield: "And thus her actions have earned her reaction from the crowd. Though she has fought against an even darker enemy, she remains a twisted villain."
Sanchez: "This is true. Folks, that's all the time we have for tonight. Join us next time when we go to Luxor, Egypt for our pay-per view...One Last Hope!"
Road to Asgard
Onboard the flying castle above Paris, Thamptis stands with Nebiryau and Elizabeth Devereaux on the balcony leading to the throne room.
Below them are the gathered forces of Carthage. A great army of monsters, undead, Gods, and other beings of unimaginable power that owe their allegiance to the Three Siblings.
Thamptis: "Where is he? We are ready. If this is a ploy so that we can be defeated in one fell swoop..."
"Come now, Thamptis. No force on this world or beyond could defeat your gathered force. Just when they are spread thin across an empire is when they are vulnerable."
A blue light shines as Sikarin Tsooth seems to walk from thin air to stand next to the three.
Tsooth: "The time has come to change everything in this world and beyond. Are you ready?"
Thamptis: "I have been ready."
Tsooth: "Good."
Sikarin points his staff to the North of the gathered host, sending out a thin blue beam.
Tsooth: "Some time ago, the Asgardians fought to reclaim a relic from me. I lost, but it was all a ruse. I left them reclaim a fake enchanted to seem like the real thing. It is the item that will help me forge the link between worlds."
In a few moments, an explosion happens where the beam strikes the Earth and a rift begins to tear open in the air above it. As it grows and expands, the great city of Asgard can be seen in the distance.
In seconds, the rift grows to be five miles wide and a mile tall. Large enough for the entire host and the castle itself to enter within the space of a single hour.
Tsooth: "Remember your payment for this service. Lead this war at the front, you and your siblings. Show the Asgardians the true power of the Dark Warlock. The might of the man who commanded the loyalty of the King of the Titans."
Thamptis nods with a smile.
Thamptis: "It will be done. I do not know why you have done this, but I will be forever thankful."
Tsooth: "I know. Good luck."
Thamptis holds the railing to the balcony with joy in his heart as he mumbles the spell to magnify his voice. To give the command that will change everything.
Thamptis: "TO ASGARD!"
That's the PDF version of the show and is downloadable. Shows even come with mp3 files built into the pdf for a more immersive viewing.
Legendary #6
Homecoming
The Mad Tsar of Russia has finally been defeated. Since it has been so long since really good news has been heard, the ASA is returning to the United States to hold a show in Richmond so that the President of the United States can greet and award the heroes of the war in Russia with full pomp and circumstance. Despite the evil that still exists, it is still a time for celebration to recharge the batteries for the battles yet to come.
Key matches on this night? Father Nathan takes on Dasha for the ASA World Championship and Frietag and Mr. Clowny will be given the chance to seize the Ascension championship that Father Nathan is leaving behind. A Night of Gold on ASA's return home!
The Widow
*SMACK!*
Allen Anderson's head turns with the impact from the back of Leryn Walker's hand.
"You got my husband killed, you son of a bitch!"
He had stood up from his desk to walk around and greet Leryn Walker, the widow of the late Terel Walker. She launches into the room and backhands him. Jeremiah Vastrix is sitting in the corner of the room, hiding his smile behind a glass of whiskey on the rocks.
Anderson sits down at his desk, motioning for Leryn to sit as well.
Walker: "How could you let him be killed! Couldn't you have done something? Anything! He didn't want to go in the first place, but I bet you made him go!"
Anderson pours two glasses of whiskey over ice, shoving one to her. She glares at him, obviously not a drinker herself, but she takes the drink anyway. She sips at it, making an awful face as the booze burns all the way down.
Anderson: "Of course he didn't want to go. I didn't want to go either. We felt the Legend of King Goldenfire was important enough to get the statue. This is why we went. We were tied to chairs. This is why I couldn't order the strike sooner. And if things were not planned out correctly, Ignado Urizar would have survived the day. We did not have clearance from Micheal Vastrix to take Ignado down. He would not have given it with the state of other Warhammer Divisions."
Leryn goes to take another sip of the drink, but then throws it at Anderson, just missing him.
Walker: "You wanted a war! People die in wars!"
Anderson: "No. We wanted the statue, but came prepared for war should it come to it. Ignado killed your husband. He also thousands of loyal Shocktroopers because they were loyal to the ideals of his father and God while he played the game at being a Satanist. I could not have prevented his death, only avenge it."
Leryn wipes at her eyes, her make up running.
Walker: "If it isn't your fault then who can I rail against? I need to blame someone! I need to hurt someone to get my own closure!"
Anderson places his hands on the desk, sliding them towards her with a sympathetic look.
Anderson: "You don't need to avenge anything, dear. Terel Walker died a hero and his killer was defeated. He has helped change the dynamics of an entire company which has influence over the entire world. It's something to hold onto!"
Leryn shakes her head, smashing Anderson's hand to get him to draw back.
Walker: "I'd rather have him with me than honor a dead hero! You say hero, but really in the end you took a statue. Is it the legendary King? Have you freed him from his curse?"
Anderson: "Aahh well...you see."
Leryn Walker stands up, her face a mask of rage.
Walker: "See? You managed nothing from this mission that saw my husband die! You're a murdering idiot! I will see you burn in-"
Vastrix: "Hey, hey."
Jeremiah Vastrix stands up and places his arm around Leryn's shoulders. She shoots him a despising look, but he doesn't move away.
Vastrix: "I know you're upset, and you should be! Your husband died in a tragic thing that didn't have to happen. Why don't I take you to a bar for a few drinks? You can tell me all about your husband."
Leryn looks at Jeremiah for a time as if she's going to start yelling again, but her expression softens.
Walker: "You don't know about my husband?"
Vastrix: "Dear, he was a major business player in the world. I know everything about him, but I don't know how YOU saw him. Tell me about the Terel Walker that you knew. And maybe I can share what I knew as well."
Leryn wipes at her eyes with a weak smile.
Walker: "I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."
Jeremiah leads Leryn Walker out of the office, casting a look over his shoulder at Anderson with a smile while mouthing the words "You're welcome."
Anderson shakes his head with a chuckle as they leave before taking a sip of his drink.
Anderson: "Damned playboy..."
Opening
The lights go dim in the arena as a pyrotechnic display goes off over the ring to the cheers of the fans. The JumboTron lights up to show some of the finer moments caught on film of the long war against the Tsar Ionis Miranov of Russia as the night's music begins playing over the PAS system.
Once the music stops and the JumboTron fades, the lights come on, and we go down to the commentary table where Selena Sanchez sits with a new face. A man dressed in what appears to be an rich merchant outfit from the Middle Ages. Rich in silks and adorned with diamonds, gems, and silver.
Sanchez: "Hello and welcome to another day of ASA's Legendary! I'm Selena Sanchez and with me is our brand new staff member to join us after the departure of Kenneth Kemp. He is Connor Silverfield and he has come to us through the portal located in Luxor, Egypt from a land called Vesperia! Welcome, Connor!"
Silverfield: "Thank you, Selena. Though bear in mind that the land itself is called Pronatura. The nation I come from is the Empire of Vesperia. In this nation, I hail from Laicke. It's an outlying suburb of Vesper, the capital city of Vesperia."
Sanchez: "Oh, I'm so sorry. I guess it's much in the way that the land we are on now is called North America and the nation is the United States of America. Do you have pro wrestling where you come from?"
Silverfield: "No. I took on this job because I wanted to learn more about your world and customs. I have been studying for several weeks to get in as much as I can so I don't sound quite so uneducated."
Sanchez: "An ambitious fellow then! What did you do in Vesperia?"
Silverfield: "I'm from one of the families that founded a Silver Guild. We operate silver mines and smithing operations."
Sanchez: "Is there a lot of silver in Vesperia then?"
Silverfield: "No, not at all. Long ago, our Gods walked the lands like some of yours do today. An evil empire sought to control all and invaded. The Patron God of the Vesperian Race sought to stop these evil beings and died in battle. His death opened a great rift in the ground that led to what we now know as the Elemental Plane of Earth. Many guilds have sprung up since that fateful event to mine the purest metals and gems from this dangerous place. It's what has made Vesperia amongst the richest empires in the entire world."
Sanchez: "A terrible event turned into something great then. So, is there still religion in your nation?"
Silverfield: "There are a few minor Gods some of the unified races of Vesperia worship, but many of us maintain the worship of dead gods and try our best to follow the ideals that they left behind. We try our best, but our nation has become bogged down a bit from politics. We are a rich nation of many differing ideals, just like the United States."
Sanchez: "Sounds about right. Well, we have a great show planned for tonight! President James E Lee is going to come out tonight to honor those heroes who helped free Russia from tyranny. We have a World title and Ascension title matches tonight. Do you still have nations that practice such tyranny in your land?"
Silverfield: "Two. One is simply known as the Dark Lands where foul magicians practice unspeakable magical experiments. And one that has threatened us all since the Age of the Gods. Many races are enslaved by the might of the Xamillian Empire. Long have we sought to stop them, but their numbers are boundless and their power seems unlimited. We can only hope to contain them. It's a long story of conflict and heartache played out over the course of more than a thousand years. Mainly at our frontier, but also at sea."
Sanchez: "I couldn't imagine fighting for that long. But enough doom and gloom, tonight is about celebration! A celebration that we will be starting the show with!"
Silverfield: "Celebration! We do love celebrations in Vesperia. Let's get down to the...ring. Right?"
Sanchez: "Yup!"
Award Ceremony
Secret Service Agents begin walking down the aisle in pairs. They quickly surround the ring and line the aisle.
Silverfield: "What is this?"
Sanchez: "Secret Service. They are bodyguards for the President of the United States."
Silverfield: "And just to refresh my memory. The President is the leader of this country?"
Sanchez: "That would be correct."
As the music begins, President James E Lee walks out from the back to a standing ovation. He waves to the fans with a cheery smile as he walks down to the ring. He gets into the ring with the help of a Secret Service Agent and is handed a microphone.
Lee: "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have come here tonight to celebrate! We have not had much reason to celebrate for years. In 2013, we saw the rise of Carthage. It was joined in alliance with Britain and Russia. We had to fight back from blows struck by the Stone Rain and Richmond was selected to become the new seat of power for our great nation. When I was elected President in 2016, I vowed to end this war and end the threat posed by this alliance that was steadily working to conquer the entire free world."
"Since then, a rebellion began in Russia and Britain joined us in the battle against Carthage. It hasn't been an easy war as a dangerous woman named Valora Salinas, allied with Carthage, seized power in Mexico. She began her road South at a time when we were pinned between Canada and Mexico. We lost Alaska to Russia in a cataclysmic battle in the Pacific Ocean that saw us lost most of our Pacific Fleet. Still, we have battled on. Though internal doubt, through terrible odds, and through the feeling that everything we did would be lost. When Britain left the alliance with Carthage, Thamptis responded by destroying the island nation of Iceland. The resulting Tsunami was devastating to the coastlines all around the North Atlantic Ocean. Still, we fought back."
"We sent what help we could into Russia to help them seize back their nation from the Tsar that ruled with a bloody fist. Things further went our way when the Warhammer Corporation solidified their policy and began helping the war against Carthage and Russia."
"After the IWA ppv known as Hunt for the Crone, a blow was struck against Russia when our allied forces destroyed the Tsar's supernatural leadership before dealing a death blow to the Tsar himself."
"The war was not over as the Tsar transformed upon death to some kind of monster that created new creatures to terrorize the country. A concentrated effort destroyed the monster and freed Russia at last. Now, we need only defeat Carthage and help Russia with the deadly Winter to come."
"I won't keep you all night as I'm sure that a grand show has been planned for the evening. Let's get right to things, shall we?"
Sanchez: "This is his getting right to things? I must say that I did vote for the other guy during the last election. I thought that Alexander Johnson did a fine job as Interim President after our last heads of state died in the Stone Rain."
Silverfield: "In our country, this is a short speech. The voting in a leader is still a strange thing to me. I think we have a nation with a similar concept beyond the Dwarven nations to the North of Vesperia, but I have never been there."
One by one, many of the ASA roster, some of the Warhammer Security Officers, Resistance leaders, and so on come down to the ring one by one to get medals from the President. The last two to come are Dasha and Boris. President Lee greets them warmly in the ring.
Lee: "Welcome to the United States, Premier Dasha Malikova! It is my understanding that you are recrafting the Soviet state."
Dasha: "We do what we can to make our country strong again."
President Lee smiles at the challenge in the eyes of Dasha.
Lee: "Is isn't a style of government that I would have chosen myself, but I did hear you refused the position of Czarina. You should have seen some of the outrage when this nation's capital was moved to Richmond! I mean, there were precious few cities left standing capable of taking on such a role without building. Then, when I was elected President...we nearly had another Civil War ourselves. I only hope that the people understand that the actions we undertake today is for the betterment of our two nations. Though I fear that history in time may yet vilify us both while standing strong from the choices and sacrifices we made."
Dasha: "Thank you. We have lost many in the fight against the Tsar and continue to lose good people as a few Frost Giants came in through the portal when the Asgardians attended a funeral for one of their own. Trying times, but we will emerge stronger for our trials."
Lee: "Good! I know we are still rebuilding ourselves, but we will send what help that we can to deal with rebuilding and what to do about the Winter to come. I also understand that the Warhammer Corporation has also going to send resources."
Dasha chuckles.
Dasha: "It is to deal with the Devil when accepting aid from Warhammer, but their tech is advanced enough to maybe help. Hopefully their price won't be more than what can be paid."
President Lee looks to the crowd with a wide smile.
Lee: "We honor all the heroes of these dark days! Those present with us today and those who made the sacrifice to ensure that we could all be standing here today. We will do everything that we can to defeat Carthage and bring our world to a lasting peace!"
Sanchez: "Brave words from the President as everyone make their way to the back."
Silverfield: "Wars against dark forces brings out the best and the worst in people. We in Vesperia have seen this for generations as we have our skirmishes against the military might of Xamillia. The bold Harador hold the wall at our Northern border, though there are many who wish to invade Xamillia. Some for good to free races enslaved, some for vengeance for fallen friends and family, and a few who wish to gain the throne that is the source of power for the leaders of Xamillia to become God like beings. No invasion attempt has gone well and has always invited bloody retribution."
Sanchez: "Ah well...it seems we are ready for our first match. Are you ready to watch some pro wrestling?"
Silverfield: "Yes! I have read about this, and seen it on your magic boxes, but seeing it live will be a new experience."
Triple Threat
Wilson: "This next match is scheduled for one fall by a five count pinfall only! There is also placed around the ring several ladders that can be used to reach one of three weapons around the ring. These being a barbed wire baseball bat, a sledgehammer, and a bowling ball! You will also note the barbed wire wrapped ropes and turnbuckles. This will all be electricified once all participants are inside the ring...and I'm not."
Sanchez: "The matches tonight are all specialty matches as chosen by an audience poll before the event. They are not what you would normally see, Connor."
Silverfield: "I see. That makes sense."
Wilson: "Our first participant, weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds...'Hardcore' Chris Mmachi!"
"Can't Keep Still" by KPM Music starts playing. Chris Mmachi walks in and crouches down. After a few moments, he suddenly jumps up and stretches out his arms. Jet flames are set off. Chris walks down the ramp, occasionally doing a bit of shadow boxing. He reaches ringside and raises one arm before jumping onto the apron. This sets off red fireworks at the four corners. He walks in between the middle and top rope and precedes to go to the four corners. He climbs up two, flexing his arms at each one he climbs. He then goes to an empty corner and starts jogging in place.
Wilson: "And the next participant, weighing at...pick a number between one and five? What is this? Selena?"
Sanchez: "No idea, MaLisha. Just go with it?"
Wilson: "Fine. Five! He is-"
"Great Escape" by Audio Empire begins playing as five multicolored pyrotechnics go off over the ring. The blazing lights shape themselves to say "Harry Houdini".
Wilson: "And he is as the *beep*ing fireworks say...Harry 'Handcuffs' Houdini!"
Sanchez: "Foul language, MaLisha?"
MaLisha Wilson stomps her foot in the ring with a bit of petulance.
Wilson: "No one informed me of any damned fireworks!"
Silverfield: "Miss Wilson?"
Wilson: "What?!"
Silverfield: "Behind you."
MaLisha Wilson turns around, nearly jumping clean from her dress when Harry Houdini stands there with a smile.
Wilson: "Son of a *beep*! And the woman to kick this little bastard's ass in the ring...Khloe Kapla!"
As "Steampunk Revolution" by Abney Park begins, MaLisha Wilson knocks Harry in the head. It doesn't hurt Harry so much as create a loud thump over the PA system.
Khloe Kapla comes out from the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd with more cheers than boos. She rolls into ring with a grim expression as she looks over Chris Mmachi and Harry Houdini.
There's a hum in the air as the power is turned on to the barbed wire along with the bell to start the match.
Khloe Kapla looks to the outside of the ring where Delcan and Keira have joined her. She smiles, launching herself at Harry, kneeing him in the gut, and slamming him to the mat. She punches Chris in the throat, dropping him with a cutter.
Sanchez: "Khloe starting this match with a bit of viciousness."
Silverfield: "I've read on her a bit. She's been taking recent losses very personally. An obsessive type. She doesn't even come from your world?"
Sanchez: "Someplace called-"
Declan: "Steampunk City."
Keira: "We've been told it isn't much better than here."
Delcan turns the power level of the barbed wire up to the max level and breaks the controls. The humming increases as electricity arcs across the barbed wires.
Sanchez: "What's wrong with you?"
The two back away to stand by the ring. Khloe rips Harry up by the arm, hefts him up by his under arms, and tosses him into the corner so that he hangs. Harry jerks and twitches, screaming in agony as the power courses through his body. She kicks Chris in the gut as he stands, sending him through the ropes, and flipping him so that he becomes entangled in ropes and barbed wire.
Sanchez: "With the power turned up all the way, this can become very dangerous!"
Silverfield: "I don't know how this all works, but I do know harnessed lightning when I see it."
The ref tries to get close to either Harry or Chris to help them get loose, but getting too close sends arcs of power at him. Finally, security unplugs the power source for the electricity. The ref works on freeing Chris Mmachi while Khloe pulls Harry off the corner, brining him to the center of the ring for a power slam. The ref frees Chris and gets into position to count.
One...Two...Three...Four...Five!
Sanchez: "This was a wash out sort of. Like getting all dressed up for McDonalds."
Silverfield: "McDonalds?"
Sanchez: "Sorry. Getting dressed up for a place that serves cheap, horrible food."
Silverfield: "That makes sense then."
Lokison vs Tendonin
Wilson: "This next match is scheduled for submission only with two special referees. First up the special referees...Candice Kingston and Celes Hoskuldottir!"
Candice Kingston walks down to the ring, though the fans are fairly quiet. She waves as she walks, rolling under the ropes.
Silverfield: "Where is the other one? The Celes person?"
Sanchez: "Oh, she'll be in."
Celes appears with a popping sound on Candice's shoulder. She pats Candice on the head with a laugh.
Celes: "Howdy!"
Candice turns quickly, sending Celes to the mat where she lands on her feet.
Silverfield: "What is this? How old is this girl?"
Sanchez: "I'm supposing she might be six? She's very wise and powerful for her age, even for being a Goddess."
Silverfield: "Oh. I suppose that makes sense. I've never seen a child Goddess before. Once our Gods made it into the Celestial Realms, I don't know if they even interact with each other. Old grudges from when they waged war on each other for followers."
Wilson: "The challenger for this match, hailing from Asgard...Hoskuld Lokison!"
"God of Fire" by Manowar begins playing as Hoskuld Lokison walks down to the ring to the cheering of the fans, and more than a few whistles from both female and male fans. Ring attendants follow behind while pushing a locked dumpster. He rolls into the ring with a laugh. Celes vanishes from where she's standing and appears around Hoskuld to hug him tight.
Silverfield: "What is this? Why is the child hugging Hoskuld?"
Sanchez: "She is the daughter of Hoskuld, who is a man who transformed into a God."
Silverfield: "I see. Interesting."
Wilson: "And his opponent, hailing from...from...is this multiple choice? Let's go with Ohio. She is Jessica Tendonin!"
"Imaginary" by Evenescese starts playing as Jessica Tendonin walks out from the back, the attendants with the dumpster not far behind. The fans are fairly quiet as she walks down to the ring.
Silverfield: "From my readings, Jessica Tendonin is one of the 'good guys' and Hoskuld is what they termed 'tweeners'. Why did the fans cheer him, but not her?"
Sanchez: "Hoskuld Lokison has been doing many heroic feats of late while Jessica Tendonin has put in little to no effort. If this were an electronic wrestling game like some of the kids play online, then I'd say that Jessica's handler kept no showing."
Silverfield: "What? Electronic what? I don't understand."
Sanchez: "That'll be a lesson for another day. It'll blow your mind."
Candice gets a coin out, flips it into the air. Jessica calls heads, but then it comes up tails. Hoskuld whoops for joy.
Sanchez: "Hoskuld won the coin toss and so his dumpster gets to be opened and his choice of decorations used!"
Silverfield: "He's the Asgardian God of Excess? What kind of decor would he use I wonder?"
The ring attendants keep shooting Hoskuld dirty looks as they start pulling pillows out of the dumpster. Then various whips and other more mature things. This is followed by wooden parts and a large mattress? Ring attendants grumble as they begin putting together a King sized bed in the middle of the ring followed by lacey decorations around the ring.
Silverfield: "So...I might be still new to the concept of wrestling, but this looks more and more like a bedroom setting."
Sanchez: "I have to agree and I am familiar with wrestling. Oh and a small table and chairs complete with a small meal and wine for two? This looks more like a scene for seduction."
As the last of the scene is set up, not a soul in the ring, save Hoskuld himself, look happy. Jessica Tendonin and Candice Kingston looks beside themselves with indignant anger. Celes shakes her head when gazing at her father.
Celes: "You remember that this is to be a wrestling match?"
Hoskuld laughs, ruffling her hair.
Lokison: "Of course it is a wrestling match, but who says it can't also be fun?"
Celes: "Beyond the protestations of a daughter, who while is mature for her age, should still not see her father at such play?"
Lokison: "It will be a learning experience! Anything else?"
Celes: "Hela. You would not want a jealous Death Goddess. Would you? Don't try to act surprised, father. I know all your secrets..."
Hoskuld's smile fades.
Lokison: "Well...there is that. Don't you know anything about mind games? I was making Jessica lose her temper."
Celes: "You lie rather poorly, father."
Silverfield: "Ha! It is a funny thing to see father busted by daughter!"
Sanchez: "She tends to do that."
As the bell rings to start the match, Jessica Tendonin rounds the bed. Her hands glow with a ferocious power than matches the smoldering anger in her eyes.
Lokison: "I take it you don't like?"
Jessica answers with a swing of the fist meant to take his head off. Hoskuld ducks, slipping behind her, and giving her a goose with his hand. Though mind, his middle finger went a bit beyond a cheek.
Jessica spins around, her mouth open with rage. She unleashes a blast of energy that Hoskuld easily dodges. The blast strikes the table and chair set, destroying them.
Hoskuld kicks Jessica in the gut, grabbing the bottom of her top as she doubles over to pull it over her head to blind her. He moves quickly, grabbing the inside the back of her bottom to pull up panties. He summons a shining silvery rope to attach panties to top to keep Jessica blinded, exposed, and wedgied. The crowd cheers with many hoots and hollers from men in the audience.
Silverfield: "This doesn't look like conventional wrestling to me."
Sanchez: "Little about Hoskuld is."
Jessica is on her knees, pulling at her shirt to try to get it down. It only serves to pull her panties further up her ass. Candice rushes over to try to help, but Hoskuld wraps his arms around her from behind, slipping his hands up her shirt to grab two handfuls.
Candice's face turns several shades of pink before she turns slowly around to face Hoskuld, who brings her in for a passionate kiss.
Silverfield: "Is he allowed to seduce the ref?"
Sanchez: "Let me think. He isn't allowed to assault her, but this? Sexual harassment I think, but only if she is upset by this. Does she look upset?"
Silverfield: "No?"
Sanchez: "Then I think it's allowed."
Hoskuld presses Candice onto the bed, who begins to slowly pull off her top while Hoskuld starts pulling at the waistline of her bottom.
Jessica Tendonin let's out a shriek of rage, her entire body glowing with power as her clothing is reduced to ashes and she stands up straight. She sees Candice laying in pleasure on the bed naked and Hoskuld hovering over her.
Tendonin: "You get off of her!"
Hoskuld looks over his shoulder with a smile.
Lokison: "She's having fun. Why should I?"
Jessica rushes at Hoskuld with a shout. Hoskuld backs off of Candice, causing Celes to look away as his open pants fall to the mat. He ducks to grab Jessica for a fireman's carry, dumps her onto the bed with her head hanging off the side. The crowd cheers as he then leaps upon her and-
Silverfield: "By all that is holy!"
Sanchez: "There's little holy about what he's doing now. We like to call it sixty-nine, but Hoskuld could lose a very near and dear part of himself should Jessica be able to bite down!"
Silverfield: "Such behavior in a combat sport. We would never in Vesperia. The dishonor of it all..."
Candice gets down by Jessica's head, a mixture of longing and jealousy plain on her face. She looks to Celes, holding out her hand for the microphone. She goes in, her head and the microphone buried between Hoskuld's legs under his thrusting hips.
"Uncle!"
The bell rings to stop the match as Hoskuld let's out a cry of triumph...or was it orgasm?
He backs off of the bed, pulling his pants back up as Celes holds up his hand in victory. Jessica Tendonin and Candice Kingston stand up. Jessica dripping from the mouth and looking angry at Candice. She looks angrily back at her in the same way.
Sanchez: "Somehow, I think the voice that said Uncle was Candice's. I mean, Jessica's mouth was full."
Silverfield: "Quite possible. I think Hoskuld's spell is ending though. Look!"
Jessica and Candice shakes their heads as if coming out of a trance. First they notice their nude states. Then, Candice wipes at the fluid on Jessica's chin, and they both look at it.
Celes pulls on Hoskuld's hand with some urgency.
Celes: "Daddy...it's time to go!"
Hoskuld and Celes vanish as Jessica and Candice realize what's happened to them. They storm to the back, Jessica spitting all the way.
Sanchez: "I bet there was so much blurring for the fans watching this on television. And so much therapy coming for the minors watching live. That or they missed the whole thing while trying to see through the hands of their parents."
Silverfield: "Filth..."
Fall of the Dragon
Back in the dressing room of Jessica Tendonin and Candice Kingston, the pair arrive back into the room after Jessica's match against Hoskuld Lokison.
Kingston: "I think we should take Hoskuld out. How dare he act that way during a match!"
Tendonin: "I think that might be a plan. Stupid Asgardian wannabe..."
That's when they notice the small ornate wooden box on the vanity. Candice picks it up, noticing that while it is locked, a key is taped to the bottom of it.
Kingston: "I wonder what this could be?"
Candice opens the box and nearly drops it in disgust. Jessica looks inside, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
Tendonin: "Who would leave ears for-wait...the earring in that ear! It's-"
"Tokens from the rest of your precious order."
The air shimmers as Nebiryau appears in the room.
Nebiryau: "Years ago you helped defeat the Dread Dragon before abandoning humanity to their fate to Carthage. I think you're back to do it again and so..."
A flash of steel and Candice quivers as a red line bisects her from head to crotch.
Nebiryau: "The Order of the Dragon gets to die."
Jessica opens her mouth to let out a cry of rage as her friend falls lifelessly apart. Before she can react though, Nebiryau's oversized sword is plunged through her chest.
Tendonin: "No! You cannot!"
Nebiryau rips the blade out with a cruel laugh.
Nebiryau: "Be not sad, soon all of Asgard will join you in Death's Embrace."
Nebiryau beheads the dying Jessica with a swipe of his sword. He cleans his sword and puts it away, pulling out a small mirror.
Nebiryau: "The Order of the Dragon is dead as you requested, brother. I'm on my way to the gathering point now."
The Stones of Power on Nebiryau's belt begin to glow as he vanishes.
Nail in the Coffin
At a meeting room in the arena, Allen Anderson walks in to see a gathering of people around a table waiting for him.
Anderson: "Sorry, I was dealing with some merchandising clients."
Around the room in seats are several people of importance. President James E Lee, his Secretary of Defense Kevin Straud, Druscilla, Roux O'Hara, Kirios Spatharsis of Warhammer Europe, Sebastian Jalabert of Warhammer North America, Trevor Maathai, and Shaiaya.
Anderson notes the friendly smile on Shaiaya and the power cancelling collar around her neck. Before he can ask, Sebastian shakes his head.
Jalabert: "It's a long story. Please be seated. We have one more delegate coming to this meeting to complete the gathering."
Anderson raises an eyebrow. Who could they be waiting on?
Just then the door opens and a beast of a man walks through the door. He is nearly eight feet tall and built it seemed of muscles on top of muscles. He's dressed in the robes of a diplomat, but it does little to hide the chain mail armor and weapons underneath. What skin that is exposed is riddled with old scars. He nods to the gathered group.
"I am Ulrik Orcslayer, Diplomat of Vesperia and Warlord in the Duchy of Harador. Where it comes to the brutality of the kind of war that we face, I was chosen to come and help."
Anderson nods, the name isn't familiar, but the race is.
Anderson: "The Duchy of Harador is the one furthest to the East and maintains the border with Xamillia? You guard a really big wall, right? The Harador are a big race with inherent skills in smithing the deadliest weapons in Pronatura and the skill to use them."
Ulrik smiles, but it was not a friendly one.
Orcslayer: "I have heard you visited Vesper. We Harador don't fall prey to pretty words like the Vesperians. We value actions above all."
Lee: Good! We will need men of action in the coming days and weeks!"
A map of Southern Europe and North Africa is displayed on the table. President Lee places a small chess piece, the Knight, on the spot where Luxor is.
Lee: "Here is the plan as I know it. We are going to focus our forces here at Luxor. The United States and Britain will be joined by a coalition of nearly a dozen nations. We will then. Be joined by a Vesperian force. We will divide from there to sweep East and West to bring down Carthage as we go. Surveillance video show that Carthage is gathering everything they can in Paris. We should find little to stop us on the road to Paris to crush them once and for all. We'll pin them from several sides at once. Kirios?"
Kirios Spatharsis sets a tablet on the table and drags his finger across the screen. The map changes to a set of blue prints for a missile.
Spatharsis: "I have developed a weapon of mass undead destruction. A mass bombardment of these will cover Spain and France with a gas that will destroy undead flesh and disrupt spirits enough to banish them. It would not be hard for those with intelligence to take shelter, but the most of the threat will be dealt with. I have within my own Division, a Necromancy Guild will go in and work out a peace treaty with those that remain. I have developed artificial elements that have been proven to be better tasting and provide better nutrients to the daily needs of the wide variety of undead that exists. Be it blood, souls, spinal fluid, and so on. A lasting peace can be built with them once Carthage is defeated."
Lee: "We have a diplomatic team being readied to go meet with Valora. With Carthage defeated, she won't have a real reason to remain at war. Let's look at it realistically. She has improved conquered nations, where Thamptis has left the people of the nations he has conquered to be playthings for those he left in charge. I can't say for sure, but I don't think she will push for war once Thamptis is dead."
Jalabert: "This is good. With all of us working together, we can finish this war. The world has been forever scarred by this man, but we can rebuild for the better I think."
Ulric Orcslayer lays a giant jagged sword that appears as if is layered with bladed hooks. A sword designed to shred flesh instead of simple slashing.
Orcslayer: "I have read up on this man. Many mortals have willingly joined his side in order to save families from being abused. His numbers are still without limit even after the series of victories you have claimed. If you do this instead of making peace, you will drown the lands currently occupied by Carthage in blood. Are you ready for this? Are you ready to wage war like we Harador do?"
Everyone in the room look to each other in silence. No one wants to be the first to answer this question.
Anderson: "We will do what we must. It is not something that we want to do, it never is, but it is something we must do. If we sit and do nothing, Thamptis has the power to destroy everything we hold dear. He has dropped stones from space. He has destroyed an island nation to cause the largest ever Tsunami. I think he could destroy the entire planet. We have to stop him. He is only vulnerable to attack once Elizabeth Devereaux and Nebiryau are killed."
Ulric Orcslayer lifts his sword in the air, taking a few practice swings with it.
Orcslayer: "Then we will help you make the rivers run red with the blood of your enemies."
Anderson: "Umm, thanks? Listen, I have to get back. Good meeting. I can feel victory."
Anderson leaves the room as quickly as he can, doing a quick face palm once the door closes behind him.
Anderson: "Why me?"
ASA Ascension Championship
Wilson: "This next match is scheduled for two out of three falls and is to be held inside of a Cell cage with hardcore weapons, also known as toys, under the ring. Presenting the challenger from...oh come on now! The Land of Cake and Cookies? Is this mess with the announcer day? Welcome, Mr. Clowny!"
The cosmic sounds of "Calamity" swirl as the arena darkens. An ominous purple light shines from the entrance way. As the clown horns go off in the song, Mr. Clowny's ice cream truck drives down the aisle. A hatch opens from the top, and Clowny is propelled by the ejection seat all the way into the ring. With the wave of his hand, he summons a cupcake for a little pre-match sugar rush. As he eats it, his eyes begin to glow in random colors.
Silverfield: "What sorcery is this?"
Sanchez: "Cake magic?"
Silverfield: "I have never seen the like. Though there is a land where all kinds of strange magic is done, I have never even heard a whisper of such a thing."
Wilson: "And his opponent, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts...Frietag!"
"Gently" by Slipnot begins playing as Frietag walks out from the back with a quiet intensity, watching Mr Clowny as he walks to the ring to be let in the Cell.
Sanchez: "I'm surprised that they didn't let Tony Manzell come down to the ring with Frietag this time. It isn't as if they really have to hide that he's still managing Frietag anymore."
Silverfield: "I have read the tale that is Frietag. This company he worked for reminds me of a global guild. We do have our own mercenaries that work for us. Mostly because just going to the mines is dangerous and there are bandits that try to seize silver shipments. We also execute deserters, mainly for the guild secrets they may know."
The bell rings to start the match and right away, Mr Clowny challenges Frietag to a test of strength. Frietag accepts and right away, presses Clowny to his knees. Clowny screams as his arms bend nearly in half at the forearm before coming off at the elbow.
People in the crowd scream as Mr Clowny waves about his arm stumps hidden in sleeves while red gel frosting sprays out.
Clowny: "My arms! Spigily dagily do! You tore off my arms!"
Sanchez: "What the Hell?"
Silverfield: "This is madness!"
Frietag looks down at the arms in confusion as they still move on their own and give him rude gestures. He doesn't notice Mr. Clowny slipping real arms out of his sleeves until he's brought down into a small package.
One...Two...Three!
Sanchez: "What? This was all a set up?"
Frietag rises up quickly, elbowing Clowny in the gut, and wrapping the fake arm around his throat. He places a knee into Clowny's back with a growl to help choke the clown out.
Frietag: "Tap or this becomes how you die!"
Silverfield: "Frietag is a vicious sort, isn't he?"
Sanchez: "This is true."
Mr Clowny's face turns several neon colors before he finally signals to the ref that he gives. Frietag releases Clowny, backing up. He sniffs at the arm he's holding, and to the revulsion of the crowd, he takes a bite.
Sanchez: "How does fondant covered cake choke someone out?"
Silverfield: "Cake magic?"
Sanchez: "Well...ok."
Mr Clowny and Frietag circle around each other. Clowny laughs, honking his own nose.
Clowny: "Don't you want to see what toys are under the ring? Hoo hoo!"
Frietag: "I don't need toys to beat you."
Clowny ducks under a punch, picking Frietag up for an airplane spin. Frietag elbows Clowny in the head, bringing him down with a ddt.
Sanchez: "I feel like this is going to be a quick match."
Silverfield: "You might be right."
Frietag stuffs a bit of "arm cake" into Clowny's mouth and hits a seated senton.
One...Two...Clowny gets a shoulder up. Frietag suddenly motions that he gives up though and rolls away while holding his crotch. Clowny sits up to get his hand raised with a grin.
Clowny: "Does anyone else taste sweaty sausage?"
Sanchez: "Did Clowny just win this match by biting Frietag's-"
Silverfield: "Yes. Yes, he did."
Sanchez: "Oh my..."
Wilson: "Winner of the match and NEW ASA Ascension champion...Mr. Clowny!"
Sanchez: "That was a quick and yet disgusting title match. You have anything in Vesperia to relate to this, Connor?"
Silverfield: "No. Nothing comes close."
Warhammer in Chaos
Micheal Vastrix sits at his desk at the Warhammer HQ near Hong Kong. It was an ancient stronghold built by parties unknown that was purchased not long after the birth of the corporation.
On the computer screen in another part of the world is Victor Greystone, the man who helps coordinate operations that cross Divisions.
Vastrix: "Tell me. What damage are we looking at?"
Greystone: "The Directors of Africa and Asia are dead. The Director of Australia is missing with those loyal to him threatening to bring down the entire Aussie government if no help is given to help find him."
Micheal cocks his head with a smirk.
Vastrix: "Wait. There's actually enough people in Warhammer Australia loyal to Hakim Firath to start a war large enough to bring down the Australian government?"
Greystone: "No. They are loyal to Cadmus Blackheart. He is causing a big stink to prove that the Aussies made Hakim vanish to try to bring down Warhammer Australia. No one knows where Hakim has vanished to and he is working hard to take over. His family has been a part of Warhammer Australia for a long time in weapons design. Cadmus developed the Blackheart class rifles used against supernatural targets."
Micheal nods to himself, sipping from a glass of expensive liquor.
Vastrix: "We can start by defusing that. We are at war with Carthage and don't need this nonsense. Send out word that Hakim Firath is dead, blame Carthage, and name Cadmus Blackheart as the new Director of Warhammer Australia."
Victor Greystone types it into his notes before lighting up a cigarette.
Greystone: "He will be most pleased. He will not be ruled by fear like Hakim was. Do you have ideas for Africa and Asia?"
Vastrix: "In Asia. Anxiu was killed during the course of a duel dealing with some honor thing. I'm inclined to let that person take over. Or rather, let the leader of that group take over since I'm to understand this person isn't the political leader?"
Greystone: "So then...Jade or Var Thaxis?"
Vastrix: "Tell them to figure it out amongst each other. I will visit the new Director since neither of these two fit the normal people we have in charge."
Greystone: "Africa?"
Vastrix: "Cardinal Mariano Urizar had killed each rival as they sprang up. So there's not a whole ton to pick from. The entire Division is also suffering from the long term damage from Desolation being destroyed. Still, I think they can bounce back. The Blood Merchants have held plenty of respect since they acted without the Cardinal's knowledge at times in deals. Who is the current Commander?"
Greystone: "Gholam Tarzi is the new Commander after the last two died. One died when Desolation was destroyed. His successor was killed by Ignado Urizar when the boy decided to take out those most loyal to Mariano."
Micheal nods, opening up a side tab to look up the bio of Gholam Tarzi.
Vastrix: "She's a twenty year veteran with the company. Made the Cardinal nearly a trillion in profits on her own. I think she's ready to strike out on her own."
Victor writes it down, ashing in a tray with his free hand.
Greystone: "Sounds good. Europe and North America are still strong. Kirios Spatharsis is working on new technologies to help deal with the undead."
Vastrix: "Destroy them all?"
Greystone: "Not totally. Once Thamptis is defeated, he'll work to help them become allies with humanity."
Vastrix: "And Sebastian has become Immortal?"
Greystone: "A mystic blade has made him thus."
Micheal chuckles, filling his drink.
Vastrix: "My Great Grandfather said that bastard would outlive us all!"
Greystone: "I'm concerned about Herminia. She's been offsite for sometime. Reports have been sketchy, but I think she's been with Valora Salinas. Should we eliminate her? Valora is an ally of Carthage."
Vastrix: "No. Valora may be using her power to manipulate the girl. She might be using her to get intel on what's going on, but let her. Her ally won't be around much longer, nor will anyone who claim control over her. President Lee plots peace with her since he knows that while Valora is twisted on the inside, her people love her for the most part. Her lands are harsh, but vastly improved. I'd wager the tech Spatharsis plans on using in Europe can also help Valora's forces."
Victor smiles as he finishes making notes.
Greystone: "And should we call back our forces from the front to help ease these changes in management?"
Vastrix: "No. We have endured internal chaos as a company for generations. We need to continue to endure while doing the good that we do for the sake of bringing the company to a new age of glory."
Greystone: "Very good. Though, what do you need to tell the next Director of Warhammer Asia?"
Micheal just smiles.
Vastrix: "A warm welcome to the Circle of Fire, of course."
Victor isn't fooled, but he knows when a secret isn't going to be shared.
Greystone: "Of course. I'm out."
Micheal Vastrix leans back in his chair as the connection is cut.
Whomever takes the Director spot in Asia will not be the normal. They will likely recoil in the evil and ruthlessness that the company is riff with. It all began with a secret at the very founding of the Warhammer Corporation centuries before.
Ezekiel Vastrix finished the great crusade against the Sinister Peace, an organization formed to bring peace to the world by ruling it with a silk gloved iron fist.
What the world knows is this. That when he stood upon the cusp of victory, Ezekiel turned and bound the Sinister Peace under his control under the new name of the Warhammer Corporation. The new company began absorbing all evil in the world, expanding it's influence to every dark corner of the world.
The truth is hidden. Ezekiel knew that destroying the Circle of Fire would not destroy the Sinister Peace. Like beheading a Hydra, two new heads would replace every one. So in creating the Warhammer Corporation and absorbing elements around the world, a drastic change had been made.
Where the Sinister Peace went in one direction, the Warhammer Corporation went in a thousand.
A thousand different directions that conflicted with each other more often than not. The closer the company came to the original goals of the Sinister Peace, the further away the company moved away.
War of the Dead
In the darkness of the Underworld...the Olympian Underworld where Hades reigns supreme...
"Lady Apathy" Elizabeth Devereaux sits on a small boat being paddled across the River Styx by the being known only as Charon.
Charon is a skeleton in tattered black robes. He never spoke, only held out his bony hand for the two golden coins for passage. The two coins normally placed under the eyelids of the dead for passage.
Once across the river and at the very gates to the domain of Hades, she is confronted by the giant three headed dog, Cerebus.
Devereaux: "I seek counsel with Hades. Let me pass."
Cerebus naturally only responds with loud slavering barking as it pulls at its chains to try to tear her apart.
Devereaux: "If only you could speak like the Dire Wolf in Hela's domain. Then we wouldn't have to do this."
Elizabeth grows in power as her wings unfurl and she transforms into her being of power. She chants for a small time and directs a single finger at Cerebus.
A lance of green energy strikes the monstrous dog. It yelps and falls dead to the ground. Elizabeth hrumphs as she flies past the slain guardian.
Devereaux: "Now if only Hades will listen to reason, or he may get much of the same."
She smiles to herself as she flies through the realm of rot, ruin, pain, and anguish. Nebiryau had done an enchantment long ago to where she was bound in strength to Valora. Where one gains power, the other will as well. It was meant as a gift to Valora for her service, but as Valora's power has grown rapidly of late...so too has Elizabeth's.
Devereaux: "Nebiryau gets the simple mission of destroying the Order of the Dragon. I have to play diplomat."
Some time later (it's hard to tell time with everything either a dull gray or lit by fires), Elizabeth stands before the skull throne of Hades. She passes by the rest of the Olympian pantheon, all slain by Thamptis, Nebiryau, and herself. Sure, they had some help from the Titans and the rebellious children of Ares. With them either dead or surrendered, do they really count anymore?
Hades gazes down upon Elizabeth. His expression is unknown as he hides a scarred visage with an iron mask. Where meeting with the beautiful Hela would have been a possible pleasure, meeting with Hades is anything but.
He's a brute of a man with spiked armor with the heads of dead men impaled upon them...the rest of their bodies flailing about uselessly.
Hades: "What do you want? You have caused enough pain."
Elizabeth bows with flourish and a wide grin.
Devereaux: "It has been done to bring you to your current standing! Are you not the King of the Underworld, the Sea, and Olympus on high? Are your rivals not all under your command? You have been granted the power few in your position have ever dreamed of."
For minutes, the only sounds that can be heard are the pained moans or the dead and the gnashing of teeth. Then, finally.
Hades: "It is true. I have gained much from the war in the lands above. What does the Dark Warlock want? I sense a request?"
Devereaux: "No mere request. We only wish to point out an opportunity to you and ask that you act upon it."
Hades leans down, looking closer at Elizabeth. Fire and smoke rolls out of slits on his mask.
Hades: "And what is this?"
Devereaux: "We feel that with the power you have gained from the death of the Olympians and the Titans, that you have the power to annex Hela's domain for your own. We intend to invade Asgard. If you invade her dead lands at the same time, she cannot help her living kin. We will destroy Asgard and send to you a whole new pantheon for your domain. You will be even more great and powerful than you are now."
Hades shakes, fire blazing from his mask. It takes Elizabeth some time to discover that the grating, bone crushing sounds he makes is laughter.
Hades: "It has been so long since I have waged war. Not since the days of the Titan Wars against Cronus and then Atlas. I will do it. When you invade Asgard, I will invade Hela's realm. Neither will stand."
Devereaux: "Good. Now if you don't mind, I need to get to the meeting point with the rest of Carthage."
Hades nods and sits back down as Elizabeth Devereaux flies away with a smirk. She pulls out a mirror once she's out of sight, summoning Thamptis.
Devereaux: "It was as easy as you expected, brother. Hades will wage war upon Hela as we attack Asgard. Her dead armies will remain down below as it is intended to be. I am on my way to the meeting point now."
ASA World Championship
Wilson: "This next match is scheduled to be a knockout match to be held inside of a Cell cage. It is for the ASA World Championship! Featuring first, from Dublin, Ireland...Father Nathan!"
The lights in the arena dim as ‘God’s Gonna Cut You Down’ by Johnny Cash plays over the PA and Father Nathan makes his way out from the back, carrying his cross. He looks over the crowd and takes in their reaction before nodding and making his way down to the ring, setting up his cross to stand on its own as he climbs into the ring and prepares for the fight.
Sanchez: "Father Nathan looks like he's not quite ready for this. I think he's done his preparation, but something is off."
Silverfield: "I know from my own home that it is difficult to live the life of a priest. There are many rules of church, moral codes to follow, and so on. The Priests and Paladins of Kyjun go through much trouble in their lives."
Sanchez: "Kyjun?"
Silverfield: "The Patron God of the Vesperians. He's long dead of course, but the church remains. My guild pays only lip service as does much of the common folk. I worship Qeldir, a living god who is of the Dwarven nation to the North. A Merchant God. One we can find common ground with rather than a Dead God who can no longer help."
Sanchez: "Umm..."
Wilson: "And his opponent...hailing from Moscow, Russia...she is the ASA World champion...Dasha Malikova!"
The Russian flag appears on the Jumbotron as images of Russian soldiers marching in parade formation and some image of the Russian Army in combat. Boos resound as Dasha walks out, pausing to salute the Russian flag and looks at the crowds before turning back and making sure Boris is there, walking to the ring with him, every so often berating Boris about something or other before they climb into the ring and Dasha carefully removes her Spetsnaz beret, handing it, and the her ASA World championship belt to Boris and ordering him to leave the ring as she prepares for the coming fight.
Silverfield: "I thought at the start of the show we celebrated the victory in Russia to free them from a tyrant?"
Sanchez: "The American public has been ingrained against the Russian Soviet government for a long time. Old habits are hard to break."
The bell rings to start the match and Dasha raises her fists with a smile, getting into a boxing stance. Father Nathan raises an eyebrow, getting into his own stance.
Dasha makes the first move, poking Father Nathan in the eyes and bringing him down with a Sambo take down.
Dasha jumps to her feet, stomping Father Nathan in the forehead as he tries to rise. Before he hits the mat, Dasha dives at him to elbow him in the jaw, but Father Nathan rolls out of the way so she hits the mat.
Dasha jumps back up, Father Nathan jumps up, catching Dasha, and bringing her over for a belly to belly suplex.
Both are back up quickly, Father Nathan grabbing Dasha by the arm, and whipping her into the ropes. He follows after her quickly, hitting a clothesline while she's on the ropes to send her over. She slams into the apron before landing on the concrete floor.
Sanchez: "See, this is going to be the big match of the night. Both of these wrestlers are top of the line."
Silverfield: "And I would expect this of them, since they are matching for the top glory of this company."
Father Nathan watches Dasha to slowly get to her feet before pulling down on the top rope to launch himself over for a cross body. Dasha catches him, using his moment to send him into the Cell wall face first.
Sanchez: "Father Nathan smashed into that steel cage hard! I would imagine that he's bleeding right about now!"
Silverfield: "Dasha played Father Nathan for a fool on that, acting as though she were more injured than she was."
Sanchez: "We call that playing possum."
Dasha pulls the bleeding Father Nathan up, palming his face to slam the back of his head into the cage. She follows this with a left punch, right punch, left punch combo, ending in a spinning right back fist. Each impact to the head bouncing Father Nathan's skull off of the cage. He drops to his knees and sideways to the floor. Dasha rolls back into the ring to await the ref to start the count.
Sanchez: "Dasha bringing Father Nathan down with her Spetsnaz Strikes."
Silverfield: "Spetsnaz?"
Sanchez: "To put it simple, Russia's special forces. A gathering of people trained to be spies, assassins, and military leaders. I may be under explaining them, but I think it's close."
Silverfield: "We have such a thing, but they are kept secret. To reveal yourself to be a member of what we call the Shadows is to commit a dire crime. It's only fitting as Kyjun was a God of Goodness. The acts undertaken by the Shadows fly in the face of all that. Many of them suffer from self-hatred."
1...2...3...4...5...Father Nathan stands up.
Father Nathan staggers a bit, wiping at his eyes to clear the blood. Dasha bounds to the top rope, diving at Father Nathan for a spear. She's caught as Father Nathan grabs her as if for a gut wrench suplex, but spins to turn it into a ddt of sorts as he rams Dasha's head into the Cell wall. He steps back so the ref can count.
1...2...3...4...Dasha leaps to her feet. She grabs Father Nathan by the shoulders before delivering a head butt, followed by a double arm ddt.
Silverfield: "Both are determined to win in their own ways. This is a good match."
Sanchez: "Naturally."
With Father Nathan down, Dasha starts climbing the Cell wall. She's about half way up before Father Nathan gets up and looks into the ring. By the time he turns to see Dasha, she launches from the Cell wall to hit a moonsault that bounces Father Nathan's head off of the ring steps. Dasha rolls into the ring with a grim smile.
Sanchez: "That was...most people hit by that move would be dying right now."
Silverfield: "This is true. We've had men in the mines die from less."
The ref looks to see Father Nathan laying on the floor and starts his count.
1...2...3...4...5...6...Father Nathan grabs the ring skirt...7...8...Father Nathan stands up, using the ring apron to lean on.
Sanchez: "I don't know how Father Nathan managed to stand up after that blow!"
Silverfield: "I have a feeling he's more than what he appears to be."
Dasha slides out of the ring, grabbing the still groggy Father Nathan, and rolls him into the ring. She follows and stands him up. She smiles.
Dasha: "You won't get up from this, comrade."
Dasha strikes with the Iron Fist, but almost faster than the eye can see, Father Nathan catches her fist in one hand, and-
Sanchez: "The Left Hand of God! How did Father Nathan manage that?"
Silverfield: "When a hero is at his worst, that is when he is at his best."
Dasha's eyes go wide as Father Nathan releases her hand to let her fall to the mat. He staggers backwards to lean in the corner and try to recover as the ref begins counting Dasha out.
1...2...3...4...5...Dasha shoots an arm into the air, but it falls back to the mat...6...7...8...9...Dasha gets to her feet.
Sanchez: "Dasha showing some amazing resilience here. I can count on one hand the number of people not beaten by Father Nathan's heart punch."
Silverfield: "I have read about this move. If it's done right, it can stop a heart and kill a person?"
Sanchez: "Yes."
Dasha grabs Father Nathan from the corner, whipping him into the ropes. As he returns, she aims a Sambo side kick, but Father Nathan dodges it. He stops behind Dasha, applying the Sleeper Hold!
Sanchez: "If few had gotten up from Father Nathan's heart punch, fewer still have escaped his sleeper hold!"
Silverfield: "This isn't a submission match, but I guess if Dasha passes out then she can't answer the ten count."
Dasha tries to break free, but finds quickly that she cannot. She reaches into a pocket, pulling out a small remote control with two buttons.
Silverfield: "What wickedness is this?"
Upon pressing a button, a cord with a spine on the end comes through the Cell cage roof from somewhere in the ceiling. It sinks into Father Nathan's bicep, causing him to release Dasha. She presses the second button once free and laughs as electricity arcs across Father Nathan's body.
Once the power stops flowing, Dasha leaps in to hit her Iron Fist to the center of Father Nathan's chest. She steps away as Father Nathan falls face first to the mat. The ref checks him and then starts the count.
1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10!
Wilson: "Winner of the match and STILL ASA World champion...Dasha Malikova!"
Sanchez: "Dasha retains her championship, but her method of winning was foul."
Silverfield: "And thus her actions have earned her reaction from the crowd. Though she has fought against an even darker enemy, she remains a twisted villain."
Sanchez: "This is true. Folks, that's all the time we have for tonight. Join us next time when we go to Luxor, Egypt for our pay-per view...One Last Hope!"
Road to Asgard
Onboard the flying castle above Paris, Thamptis stands with Nebiryau and Elizabeth Devereaux on the balcony leading to the throne room.
Below them are the gathered forces of Carthage. A great army of monsters, undead, Gods, and other beings of unimaginable power that owe their allegiance to the Three Siblings.
Thamptis: "Where is he? We are ready. If this is a ploy so that we can be defeated in one fell swoop..."
"Come now, Thamptis. No force on this world or beyond could defeat your gathered force. Just when they are spread thin across an empire is when they are vulnerable."
A blue light shines as Sikarin Tsooth seems to walk from thin air to stand next to the three.
Tsooth: "The time has come to change everything in this world and beyond. Are you ready?"
Thamptis: "I have been ready."
Tsooth: "Good."
Sikarin points his staff to the North of the gathered host, sending out a thin blue beam.
Tsooth: "Some time ago, the Asgardians fought to reclaim a relic from me. I lost, but it was all a ruse. I left them reclaim a fake enchanted to seem like the real thing. It is the item that will help me forge the link between worlds."
In a few moments, an explosion happens where the beam strikes the Earth and a rift begins to tear open in the air above it. As it grows and expands, the great city of Asgard can be seen in the distance.
In seconds, the rift grows to be five miles wide and a mile tall. Large enough for the entire host and the castle itself to enter within the space of a single hour.
Tsooth: "Remember your payment for this service. Lead this war at the front, you and your siblings. Show the Asgardians the true power of the Dark Warlock. The might of the man who commanded the loyalty of the King of the Titans."
Thamptis nods with a smile.
Thamptis: "It will be done. I do not know why you have done this, but I will be forever thankful."
Tsooth: "I know. Good luck."
Thamptis holds the railing to the balcony with joy in his heart as he mumbles the spell to magnify his voice. To give the command that will change everything.
Thamptis: "TO ASGARD!"