Russian Roulette - Stalker vs. Nakita Dahaka
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Garage interview....
(Scene fades in to a parking lot a camera man is standing alone looking up and down the entrances and exits of the garage lot. A car heard in the background makes the camera spin around to see Delroy Hawkins pulling slowly up to him and stopping right next to the man. The camera man opening the door gets inside and notices Delroy with a huge frown on his face.)
Delroy: Who the **** is Nakita Dahaka? That's what I want to know, I mean my man Stalker puts on what was probably one of THE best matches in Empire Pro Wrestling and the very next pay per view he gets yet ANOTHER opening match this time with Nakita Dahaka? What in the hell is that? Seriously.. what is that? It's bull**** I say.
(Delroy leans back in the driver's seat and let's out a long sigh as he looks out the window. The camera pans over and sees a billboard just outside the garage for the Atlanta Falcons football team.)
Delroy: It's a joke to even have a team with what's going on with their star player. Just like it was a joke to be a Laker when Kobe decided to get him some white meat. Just like Nakita's going to be turned into a complete joke when Stalker gets his hands on her.. I'm assuming it's a her that is. Ha ha ha.
(After laughing a few seconds more he looks at the camera man and smiles for a brief second before looking behind him towards the back seat. The camera begins to turn to look back there as well but is quickly jolted to looking back forward.)
Stalker: No one told you to look back here.
(Jason's voice comes from the backseat, he was not noticeable when the car first pulled up so he must be lying down.)
Stalker: I'm glad...... Delroy kept me in line and told me to stay after what happened at Wrestlestock. I should have won..... I should... have won that match.
(His voice seems to just trail off after that and Delroy shakes his head looking back out through the window.)
Delroy: It's all good Jason. I told you your match, at Wrestlestock, was only the beginning of your career. And as of now, I see a great opportunity ahead for us. You saw how you can beat Kin, you know how close you came and look at what he's going to be doing at Russian Roulette. He's going for the Number one contender to the Empire Pro World Championship. Do you know what that means, Jason? It means that if everything goes according to plan..... you could be Empire Pro's World Champion sooner then anyone would ever think possible.
(The camera man busts out laughing for half a second before Delroy spins around and glares at him. He stops and Delroy continues to glare at him a few moments more before continuing.)
Delroy: We will make sure that your name is known, Jason don't worry, this is only the start to your career and your goal. Nakita Dahaka is just a small pebble in your walkway of destroying Kin Hiroshi's career and claiming that World Title belt for your own.
Stalker: His career destroyed must.... come first. Delroy.... my wife... he.. he...
Delroy: I know man... believe me I know...
(Delroy looks out the window again shaking his head in disappoint almost as if both men have separate plans for Jason's career. Delroy waves his hand to the camera guy to get out and he does. The camera watches as the car drives away and the camera man laughs to himself for a few moments.)
Camera Man: These guys are delusional.....
(Fade.)
(Scene fades in to a parking lot a camera man is standing alone looking up and down the entrances and exits of the garage lot. A car heard in the background makes the camera spin around to see Delroy Hawkins pulling slowly up to him and stopping right next to the man. The camera man opening the door gets inside and notices Delroy with a huge frown on his face.)
Delroy: Who the **** is Nakita Dahaka? That's what I want to know, I mean my man Stalker puts on what was probably one of THE best matches in Empire Pro Wrestling and the very next pay per view he gets yet ANOTHER opening match this time with Nakita Dahaka? What in the hell is that? Seriously.. what is that? It's bull**** I say.
(Delroy leans back in the driver's seat and let's out a long sigh as he looks out the window. The camera pans over and sees a billboard just outside the garage for the Atlanta Falcons football team.)
Delroy: It's a joke to even have a team with what's going on with their star player. Just like it was a joke to be a Laker when Kobe decided to get him some white meat. Just like Nakita's going to be turned into a complete joke when Stalker gets his hands on her.. I'm assuming it's a her that is. Ha ha ha.
(After laughing a few seconds more he looks at the camera man and smiles for a brief second before looking behind him towards the back seat. The camera begins to turn to look back there as well but is quickly jolted to looking back forward.)
Stalker: No one told you to look back here.
(Jason's voice comes from the backseat, he was not noticeable when the car first pulled up so he must be lying down.)
Stalker: I'm glad...... Delroy kept me in line and told me to stay after what happened at Wrestlestock. I should have won..... I should... have won that match.
(His voice seems to just trail off after that and Delroy shakes his head looking back out through the window.)
Delroy: It's all good Jason. I told you your match, at Wrestlestock, was only the beginning of your career. And as of now, I see a great opportunity ahead for us. You saw how you can beat Kin, you know how close you came and look at what he's going to be doing at Russian Roulette. He's going for the Number one contender to the Empire Pro World Championship. Do you know what that means, Jason? It means that if everything goes according to plan..... you could be Empire Pro's World Champion sooner then anyone would ever think possible.
(The camera man busts out laughing for half a second before Delroy spins around and glares at him. He stops and Delroy continues to glare at him a few moments more before continuing.)
Delroy: We will make sure that your name is known, Jason don't worry, this is only the start to your career and your goal. Nakita Dahaka is just a small pebble in your walkway of destroying Kin Hiroshi's career and claiming that World Title belt for your own.
Stalker: His career destroyed must.... come first. Delroy.... my wife... he.. he...
Delroy: I know man... believe me I know...
(Delroy looks out the window again shaking his head in disappoint almost as if both men have separate plans for Jason's career. Delroy waves his hand to the camera guy to get out and he does. The camera watches as the car drives away and the camera man laughs to himself for a few moments.)
Camera Man: These guys are delusional.....
(Fade.)
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(Its just a few short hours after the joint EPW/NEW joint pay-per-view extravaganza Wrestlestock 2007 has come and gone from the airwaves.)
(The scene opens within the interior of a non-disclosed unknown hotel room. Kneeling down on the carpeted floor is "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka. She is already dressed in her red all-tight leather attire. Her wounds on her forehead have been treated and she is bandaged up by the EMTs backstage at the event. She kneels looking down at the dented up steel chair still slightly fresh but dried with her own blood that her own manager, Delilah Demonik used to hit her with in during her match with her arched-nemsis, "Phenomenal" Frankie Scott. She is on her knees rocking back and forth sipping on a bottle of Jim Beam taking slow, big, gulps.)
Nakita Dahaka: I couldn't see it. The Harbenger of Fate couldn't see it. My instincts warned me that she would do this, and I wouldn't listen to them. The voices whispered her deception and betrayal and I wouldn't listen to them. Did I not hear them? Or did I not take them seriously? Was this my doing? Am I to blame for her running to him? Did I really love her? The Mother of Mendacity has just been lied too.
(Suddenly an assortment of whisperings and other sorts of distorted voices can be heard scattered about all over the room speaking to Nakita. However, she is the only one in the room but you can hear them all around her. They sound like Nakita's voice, but it is very echoed reverberating all around the room. For it is the voice of Dahaka speaking to Nakita.)
"Nakita"
"Nakita Dahaka"
"The Dark Phenom"
"The Harbenger of Fate"
"And Death Incarnate"
"The Mother of Mendacity."
"You have failed."
"You were warned."
"WE WARNED YOU!"
"She was a poison."
"She was poisoning you with her humanity."
"She made you weak."
Nakita: But I won my match, shouldn't you at least give me some credit.
"She won her match."
"But she failed to finish the job in finishing off Frankie Scott."
"The book is incomplete."
"The pages must be filled."
"Someone must pick up the pen and write."
"Someone must tell the story of The Dark Phenom Nakita Dahaka."
(Nakita glances over laying on the bed underneath a lone lamp like spotlight glistening back at her is the big, large, black, metal, gothic looking giant book "The Gospel According To Nakita Dahaka" written in blood writing and a feathered pen on top of it. The same book that Delilah used to write and document all of Nakita's exploits and stories throughout her time in professional wrestling.)
"Someone must carry on where she left off."
"Someone must PAINT THE PICTURE AND TELL THE STORY."
"Who will this somebody be?"
Nakita: But who? I don't understand. Who can I trust now?
"Search your heart."
"Search your soul."
"You know the answer."
Go back to the basics."
"Go back to the beginning."
"Go back to him."
"Go back to your first."
"He will up the pen and usher you into your ascent to your destiny."
"Your godhood."
"To bring you back to your place towards your eternity."
"Your immortality."
"Seek him out."
Nakita: But how will I find him? It has been too long. Will he still remember be or help me for that matter? Will he forgive me for my vanity and lust for greatness?"
"You will not find him."
"He will find you."
"He will find you in your darkest hour."
"When it looks like we have abandoned you."
"When all is lost."
"He will come to you."
"He will deliver you."
"He will lift you up and place you back on the path of your true destiny."
"You will become hell."
Nakita: But this week, at EPW's big return annual pay-per-view, Russian Roulette, I am set to take on Stalker in singles action. How can I focus on him and still destroy Frankie Scott and that little b(FCC beep)tch Delilah for what they did to me?
"You will find a way."
"In the meantime."
"Allow Stalker to become Frankie Scott."
"Allow Stalker to become Delilah Demonik."
"Unleash your hate."
"Release your wrath on Stalker."
"Pick up the pages of The Gospel."
"Fill in the blank unfinished pages."
"Document the fate of The Stalker"
"Your his blood fill your pages."
"Collect his soul as a trophy."
Nakita: He and his friend Delroy think that I'm a joke. They think that I'm just a stepping stone towards his ascent towards Kin Hiroshi and some world title reign. They think that I'm all bull s(FCC beep)t!
"DelROD."
"Delroy."
"Dill Hole."
"Pigeon Hole."
"Corn Hole."
"Their ignorance will be their downfall."
"They are disillusioned."
"Take advantage of their blindness."
"Make them see."
"Their fates."
"Reintroduce them to just who really is The Harbenger of Fate and Death Incarnate."
"Make them bleed."
"Take their punishment."
"Unleash your pain."
"Release your hate."
"Pour out your revenge upon their heads."
"Pick up where you left off."
"You carry the mantle of destiny that is on your head."
"Your are the one responsible for your own fate."
"You are in control of what you do with your life."
"Become Hell once again."
"And consume them."
"Let them burn."
"Let the whole world burn before you."
"That is your kingdom."
"Unleash hell Dark Phenom."
"Now go my precious Nakita Dahaka."
(Nakita snaps back into reality. She looks around trying to regain her barrings. All she can hear is the haunting, disturbing quiet calm around the room. The assorted distorted of voices have ceased. She looks down at the two-thirds empty bottle of Jim Beam gripped tightly in her hand, then looks down at the stained dented steel chair next to her. Her hand grips the bottle of even tighter and then with all her might, the bottle bust breaks in her hand. The liquid falls onto the carpet and shards of glass follow it down except for one large piece still in her hand. Nakita's grip doesn't loosen however, instead she grips the large piece of glass even tighter as we see blood begin to squeeze through her finger tips falling down onto the glass and alcohol staining the carpet with her blood, with her bloody hand she reaches up and grabs the black metal hardback gospel of her book "The Gospel of Nakita Dahaka" She drops the large shard of glass and takes up the once white now red stained with her blood feathered pen and begins writing feverishly talking out loud while writing on one of the blank pages.)
Nakita Dahaka: I swear it, on my own blood, upon pain or even death, that betraying little b(FCC Beep)tch Delilah and that usurper Frankie Scott will suffer for what they have done to me. They will pay for the indignities that been placed on my brow. I have fallen into darkness, but I will do as Dahaka has instructed. I will pick up the where she left off, and continue to paint the picture and tell the story of The Harbenger of Fate.
I will not rest until my hands are drenched with their blood. I will have their blood on my hands. They will pay for what they done to me.
For now, I will unleash all of my hate and aggression of them and hell will engulf my Russian Roulette opponent, Stalker and his manager Delroy. Their fates will be mine and I will collect their souls as my next prized trophy. Their broken and bloody bodies will PAINT THE PICTURE AND TELL THE STORY of The Dark Phenom and the swiftness of her vengence. Should of, would of, could of won at Wrestlestock Stalker? I did win my match, and my enemy is the one who gets the EPW TV title shot, but I am not pissed at him or the EPW boards of directors. I take everything that comes my way and as usual the hand of DAHAKA has made you cross my path for a reason. You have a unique roll to play even if it is just to be an example to Frankie Scott, Delilah Demonik, to Team Phenom, and to the entire EPW roster that Nakita Dahaka is coming for them all.
So listen up my disillusioned little friend. So far, your ignorance is getting the best of you and come Russian Roulette, it will be the death of you.
So it is said...
Let it be known...
So it shall come to pass...
It is written...
In Stalker's blood...
His soul will be mine...
Another chapter according to...
MY GOSPEL...
(Nakita leans back up and takes a long look at the written passage in her book looking it over while tearing a long piece of sheet from the bed where she begins wrapping her hand in the sheet to stop the bleeding from the large cut in the middle of her hand. She brushes her red hair out of her face as her beautiful green eyes glances back over and looks down at the dented steel chair and then smiles at what she sees. The scene slowly fades out.)
(The scene opens within the interior of a non-disclosed unknown hotel room. Kneeling down on the carpeted floor is "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka. She is already dressed in her red all-tight leather attire. Her wounds on her forehead have been treated and she is bandaged up by the EMTs backstage at the event. She kneels looking down at the dented up steel chair still slightly fresh but dried with her own blood that her own manager, Delilah Demonik used to hit her with in during her match with her arched-nemsis, "Phenomenal" Frankie Scott. She is on her knees rocking back and forth sipping on a bottle of Jim Beam taking slow, big, gulps.)
Nakita Dahaka: I couldn't see it. The Harbenger of Fate couldn't see it. My instincts warned me that she would do this, and I wouldn't listen to them. The voices whispered her deception and betrayal and I wouldn't listen to them. Did I not hear them? Or did I not take them seriously? Was this my doing? Am I to blame for her running to him? Did I really love her? The Mother of Mendacity has just been lied too.
(Suddenly an assortment of whisperings and other sorts of distorted voices can be heard scattered about all over the room speaking to Nakita. However, she is the only one in the room but you can hear them all around her. They sound like Nakita's voice, but it is very echoed reverberating all around the room. For it is the voice of Dahaka speaking to Nakita.)
"Nakita"
"Nakita Dahaka"
"The Dark Phenom"
"The Harbenger of Fate"
"And Death Incarnate"
"The Mother of Mendacity."
"You have failed."
"You were warned."
"WE WARNED YOU!"
"She was a poison."
"She was poisoning you with her humanity."
"She made you weak."
Nakita: But I won my match, shouldn't you at least give me some credit.
"She won her match."
"But she failed to finish the job in finishing off Frankie Scott."
"The book is incomplete."
"The pages must be filled."
"Someone must pick up the pen and write."
"Someone must tell the story of The Dark Phenom Nakita Dahaka."
(Nakita glances over laying on the bed underneath a lone lamp like spotlight glistening back at her is the big, large, black, metal, gothic looking giant book "The Gospel According To Nakita Dahaka" written in blood writing and a feathered pen on top of it. The same book that Delilah used to write and document all of Nakita's exploits and stories throughout her time in professional wrestling.)
"Someone must carry on where she left off."
"Someone must PAINT THE PICTURE AND TELL THE STORY."
"Who will this somebody be?"
Nakita: But who? I don't understand. Who can I trust now?
"Search your heart."
"Search your soul."
"You know the answer."
Go back to the basics."
"Go back to the beginning."
"Go back to him."
"Go back to your first."
"He will up the pen and usher you into your ascent to your destiny."
"Your godhood."
"To bring you back to your place towards your eternity."
"Your immortality."
"Seek him out."
Nakita: But how will I find him? It has been too long. Will he still remember be or help me for that matter? Will he forgive me for my vanity and lust for greatness?"
"You will not find him."
"He will find you."
"He will find you in your darkest hour."
"When it looks like we have abandoned you."
"When all is lost."
"He will come to you."
"He will deliver you."
"He will lift you up and place you back on the path of your true destiny."
"You will become hell."
Nakita: But this week, at EPW's big return annual pay-per-view, Russian Roulette, I am set to take on Stalker in singles action. How can I focus on him and still destroy Frankie Scott and that little b(FCC beep)tch Delilah for what they did to me?
"You will find a way."
"In the meantime."
"Allow Stalker to become Frankie Scott."
"Allow Stalker to become Delilah Demonik."
"Unleash your hate."
"Release your wrath on Stalker."
"Pick up the pages of The Gospel."
"Fill in the blank unfinished pages."
"Document the fate of The Stalker"
"Your his blood fill your pages."
"Collect his soul as a trophy."
Nakita: He and his friend Delroy think that I'm a joke. They think that I'm just a stepping stone towards his ascent towards Kin Hiroshi and some world title reign. They think that I'm all bull s(FCC beep)t!
"DelROD."
"Delroy."
"Dill Hole."
"Pigeon Hole."
"Corn Hole."
"Their ignorance will be their downfall."
"They are disillusioned."
"Take advantage of their blindness."
"Make them see."
"Their fates."
"Reintroduce them to just who really is The Harbenger of Fate and Death Incarnate."
"Make them bleed."
"Take their punishment."
"Unleash your pain."
"Release your hate."
"Pour out your revenge upon their heads."
"Pick up where you left off."
"You carry the mantle of destiny that is on your head."
"Your are the one responsible for your own fate."
"You are in control of what you do with your life."
"Become Hell once again."
"And consume them."
"Let them burn."
"Let the whole world burn before you."
"That is your kingdom."
"Unleash hell Dark Phenom."
"Now go my precious Nakita Dahaka."
(Nakita snaps back into reality. She looks around trying to regain her barrings. All she can hear is the haunting, disturbing quiet calm around the room. The assorted distorted of voices have ceased. She looks down at the two-thirds empty bottle of Jim Beam gripped tightly in her hand, then looks down at the stained dented steel chair next to her. Her hand grips the bottle of even tighter and then with all her might, the bottle bust breaks in her hand. The liquid falls onto the carpet and shards of glass follow it down except for one large piece still in her hand. Nakita's grip doesn't loosen however, instead she grips the large piece of glass even tighter as we see blood begin to squeeze through her finger tips falling down onto the glass and alcohol staining the carpet with her blood, with her bloody hand she reaches up and grabs the black metal hardback gospel of her book "The Gospel of Nakita Dahaka" She drops the large shard of glass and takes up the once white now red stained with her blood feathered pen and begins writing feverishly talking out loud while writing on one of the blank pages.)
Nakita Dahaka: I swear it, on my own blood, upon pain or even death, that betraying little b(FCC Beep)tch Delilah and that usurper Frankie Scott will suffer for what they have done to me. They will pay for the indignities that been placed on my brow. I have fallen into darkness, but I will do as Dahaka has instructed. I will pick up the where she left off, and continue to paint the picture and tell the story of The Harbenger of Fate.
I will not rest until my hands are drenched with their blood. I will have their blood on my hands. They will pay for what they done to me.
For now, I will unleash all of my hate and aggression of them and hell will engulf my Russian Roulette opponent, Stalker and his manager Delroy. Their fates will be mine and I will collect their souls as my next prized trophy. Their broken and bloody bodies will PAINT THE PICTURE AND TELL THE STORY of The Dark Phenom and the swiftness of her vengence. Should of, would of, could of won at Wrestlestock Stalker? I did win my match, and my enemy is the one who gets the EPW TV title shot, but I am not pissed at him or the EPW boards of directors. I take everything that comes my way and as usual the hand of DAHAKA has made you cross my path for a reason. You have a unique roll to play even if it is just to be an example to Frankie Scott, Delilah Demonik, to Team Phenom, and to the entire EPW roster that Nakita Dahaka is coming for them all.
So listen up my disillusioned little friend. So far, your ignorance is getting the best of you and come Russian Roulette, it will be the death of you.
So it is said...
Let it be known...
So it shall come to pass...
It is written...
In Stalker's blood...
His soul will be mine...
Another chapter according to...
MY GOSPEL...
(Nakita leans back up and takes a long look at the written passage in her book looking it over while tearing a long piece of sheet from the bed where she begins wrapping her hand in the sheet to stop the bleeding from the large cut in the middle of her hand. She brushes her red hair out of her face as her beautiful green eyes glances back over and looks down at the dented steel chair and then smiles at what she sees. The scene slowly fades out.)
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Failings of a god
(Scene fades into the locker room of a local gym in Atlanta. Delroy Hawkins just got done working out as he comes in covered in sweat, nodding to the camera man as he wipes his face with a towel. Jason for the first time seen on camera since his match at Wrestlestock is seen coming in slowly behind him. His face, battered and bruised, his body definitely hurting as he is moving slowly through the locker room looking for a place to sit down. Delroy waves his hand in front of the camera to get it's attention and smiles as the camera faces him.)
Delroy: Nakita.. Nakita.. Nakita... One thing to know before our match at Russian Roulette and that is.... well the person you beat is vying for the Television Title and well the person Jason lost to is vying for Number one contender for the world title. So you may have your little heart set on destroying the life of Frankie Scott, who from what Jason and I have gathered these past couple of weeks, really isn't someone special. However, Jason here is wanting to destroy the life of Kin Hiroshi, who by far outweighs Frankie Scott's stardom by more then just a small fraction.
(Leaning down to get a bottle of water, Delroy notices Jason sitting against the lockers just staring into space holding his ribs tenderly. Delroy motions a bottle towards Jason and he shakes his head no.)
Delroy: So whatever god.. demon... angel.. drug lord.. superhero.. cat... dog... Buddha.. devil... whatever or whoever it is, that you are praying to need to give you some better advice, such as lying down and taking what's coming to you when you step into the ring with Stalker. He may be battered and beat right now, but that will only make him that much more dangerous come Russian Roulette. We are no stepping stones to a punk like Frankie Scott, and no push overs for your so called Gospel. I hope when you get into that ring with my boy you will be more then ready to bleed your own blood, and break your own bones because that is what will happen.
Stalker: Nakita... your time for this insanity is coming to a close quicker then you think. This supposed GOD of yours or whatever the **** you WANT to call it, is leading you down a direction you will not want to be led down to. Be honest with me, do you think that you can beat Kin Hiroshi? I KNOW I CAN! Do you think you can beat Rocko Daymon? I KNOW I CAN! Kin got lucky at my mistake for trying to end his career instead of making a memorable first match in EPW for my own career. As for Rocko... well he screwed me long ago, made my life fall off track and he will never be forgiven for that. It's interesting, to say the least that the two men I hate the most in this company will be fighting one another come Russian Roulette and it's even more interesting that their third opponent, has decided to mouth off about me as well. Which I guess it's fine, he has every right too, I assume because he's a 'good wrestler'. Man oh man Nakita when our match is done I sure do have a dilemma on my hands about what to do with these idiots.
Delroy: Boss.. they don't matter. How many times man... just.... focus on your match, okay?
Stalker: I am ****ing focused Delroy! More focused then you can imagine, I guess I could've been more focused at Wrestlestock but I wasn't, so NAKITA will take Kin's place on my list of glories. I hope she's ready for it, ready to be shown that in the Hardcore world of MY WORLD women have no place wrestling, and that includes LINDSAY ****ING TROY.
Delroy: Just like the old days.. heh.. you just don't care about who you get on your bad side do you boss?
Stalker: No... I don't.. bring them all on. All it will do and what it has already started is a buzz about one of the most breakthrough wrestler's to come to Empire Pro and that is me! It's not cockiness, it's the truth. It will be only my second match here however my impact will be felt on obviously one of the biggest matches of the night. SO! JA, Kin and Rocko.. you all better watch your backs, cause I have yet to know what and who I'm going to do that what too and that makes me a hell of a lot more dangerous then I was at Wrestlestock.
Delroy: Nakita.. boss....
Stalker: I just stated... after my match. These punks keep wanting to put me as the opener just so that I can boost the ratings, cause everyone knows my match will be the best of the evening, just like it was at Wrestlestock. Nakita you are worse off then Kin because you are following him up after I did not complete what I said I would. I hope you are ready to be let down by your god or whatever the hell is it your worship because at Roulette I'm going to welcome you to STALKER'S WORLD!
(Jason signals the camera man to cut the feed as he slowly gets up holding his ribs still tenderly.)
(Fade.)
(Scene fades into the locker room of a local gym in Atlanta. Delroy Hawkins just got done working out as he comes in covered in sweat, nodding to the camera man as he wipes his face with a towel. Jason for the first time seen on camera since his match at Wrestlestock is seen coming in slowly behind him. His face, battered and bruised, his body definitely hurting as he is moving slowly through the locker room looking for a place to sit down. Delroy waves his hand in front of the camera to get it's attention and smiles as the camera faces him.)
Delroy: Nakita.. Nakita.. Nakita... One thing to know before our match at Russian Roulette and that is.... well the person you beat is vying for the Television Title and well the person Jason lost to is vying for Number one contender for the world title. So you may have your little heart set on destroying the life of Frankie Scott, who from what Jason and I have gathered these past couple of weeks, really isn't someone special. However, Jason here is wanting to destroy the life of Kin Hiroshi, who by far outweighs Frankie Scott's stardom by more then just a small fraction.
(Leaning down to get a bottle of water, Delroy notices Jason sitting against the lockers just staring into space holding his ribs tenderly. Delroy motions a bottle towards Jason and he shakes his head no.)
Delroy: So whatever god.. demon... angel.. drug lord.. superhero.. cat... dog... Buddha.. devil... whatever or whoever it is, that you are praying to need to give you some better advice, such as lying down and taking what's coming to you when you step into the ring with Stalker. He may be battered and beat right now, but that will only make him that much more dangerous come Russian Roulette. We are no stepping stones to a punk like Frankie Scott, and no push overs for your so called Gospel. I hope when you get into that ring with my boy you will be more then ready to bleed your own blood, and break your own bones because that is what will happen.
Stalker: Nakita... your time for this insanity is coming to a close quicker then you think. This supposed GOD of yours or whatever the **** you WANT to call it, is leading you down a direction you will not want to be led down to. Be honest with me, do you think that you can beat Kin Hiroshi? I KNOW I CAN! Do you think you can beat Rocko Daymon? I KNOW I CAN! Kin got lucky at my mistake for trying to end his career instead of making a memorable first match in EPW for my own career. As for Rocko... well he screwed me long ago, made my life fall off track and he will never be forgiven for that. It's interesting, to say the least that the two men I hate the most in this company will be fighting one another come Russian Roulette and it's even more interesting that their third opponent, has decided to mouth off about me as well. Which I guess it's fine, he has every right too, I assume because he's a 'good wrestler'. Man oh man Nakita when our match is done I sure do have a dilemma on my hands about what to do with these idiots.
Delroy: Boss.. they don't matter. How many times man... just.... focus on your match, okay?
Stalker: I am ****ing focused Delroy! More focused then you can imagine, I guess I could've been more focused at Wrestlestock but I wasn't, so NAKITA will take Kin's place on my list of glories. I hope she's ready for it, ready to be shown that in the Hardcore world of MY WORLD women have no place wrestling, and that includes LINDSAY ****ING TROY.
Delroy: Just like the old days.. heh.. you just don't care about who you get on your bad side do you boss?
Stalker: No... I don't.. bring them all on. All it will do and what it has already started is a buzz about one of the most breakthrough wrestler's to come to Empire Pro and that is me! It's not cockiness, it's the truth. It will be only my second match here however my impact will be felt on obviously one of the biggest matches of the night. SO! JA, Kin and Rocko.. you all better watch your backs, cause I have yet to know what and who I'm going to do that what too and that makes me a hell of a lot more dangerous then I was at Wrestlestock.
Delroy: Nakita.. boss....
Stalker: I just stated... after my match. These punks keep wanting to put me as the opener just so that I can boost the ratings, cause everyone knows my match will be the best of the evening, just like it was at Wrestlestock. Nakita you are worse off then Kin because you are following him up after I did not complete what I said I would. I hope you are ready to be let down by your god or whatever the hell is it your worship because at Roulette I'm going to welcome you to STALKER'S WORLD!
(Jason signals the camera man to cut the feed as he slowly gets up holding his ribs still tenderly.)
(Fade.)
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"Face To Face With The Devil Herself"
(The scene opens somewhere in Atlanta, Georgia as it cuts to a downtown alleyway late at night. An lone alley light is flickering off and on frantically providing the only form of illumination in the alley. Emerging from the darkness is a lone female individual as she approaches the camera and comes into view identifying herself as "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka. She is wearing her trademark, vintage full tight shiny red full leather cat suit, color-slightly matching leather trench coat, leather hat, Stilletto high-heeled leather boots, and round mirror-shade sunglasses. A gust of hot summer wind whisks and blows Nakita's trench coat off making it fly back behind her initiating like she is walking in slow motion. Through her hat, her long, firey-red hair falls down over past the middle of the back and over her face slightly. Down by her side, in her hand, is the big, black metal hardback cover with blood colored gothic lettering on the front "The Gospel According To "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka.")
Nakita Dahaka: You know, there's an old phrase that tends to ring true throughout the history of the human race. That each and every single person in the world, somewhere in their lifetime manages to come face to face and meet The Devil. So let me ask you something Stalker...Jason, and yes even your little manager mentor Delroy Hawkins? How does it feel to meet the Devil herself? Because, at EPW's Russian Roulette, when we step in the ring, look each other in the eye, before locking up, and literally going all the way straight to hell. You will know that you are staring at and facing off against The Devil Incarnate.
(Nakita laughs calmly and sadistically out loud then reaches up and takes off her round mirror shade sunglasses putting them into her front pocket. Her piercing, haunting, green cat like eyes stare back at the camera with a deep inner fire blazing in them. She continues on without even skipping another beat.)
Nakita: In our match...
We will hurt...
Our bones will break...
We will bleed...
Hell will engulf and take the both of us and we will burn eternally. Know this here and now Stalker. I will not just take you to hell. I AM HELL! You think that your dangerous? I'm deadly, and at Russian Roulette I will prove it to. In the end Stalker, you blood will ink and fill the chapters of once blank pages to my gospel.
(She holds and waves "The Gospel According To Nakita Dahaka" in front of the camera before putting it back down at her side again.)
Despite everything that I have been through, I will follow through on my vow. I will reveal the fate and final resting place of Frankie Scott, just like at Russian Roulette, I will do the same thing to you Stalker. You will know thy fate, and your soul will be all mine. I will collect it like a trophy. I will feast on your flesh and drink your blood. This is not an Anne Rice Vampire Lastat thing. This is a straight up Nakita Dahaka thing. I will rip you to shread. I will devour you. I will take my time and systematically savor each and every bite and drink that I take in. I will take the utmost pleasure in destroying you Stalker.
You and the rest of the EPW think that I serve some god or demon or devil. Every single one of you...past or present fails to see the truth in Harbenger of Fate and Death Incarnate. I serve no man, woman, child, god, devil, or demon. I just simply AM.
The Ancient Persians called me Dahaka. An ancient demon of death, deceit and mendacity. I love destroy and crushing life with my bare hands. And the thing is that nobody in this lifetime has ever seen my true form and it's not like I will never let them see what I really am.
At EPW Russian Roulette this Sunday, you welcome me freely entire your world, but know this...I WILL BURN IT DOWN. It will go up in one big supernova, then the dusk will scatter and fade away into the cold, black, nothingness forever forgotten. But do not fret Stalker, because you and Delroy won't be completely forgotten. You both will always have a place filling up the pages and given an entire chapter of MY GOSPEL.
So it is said...
Let it be known...
So it shall come to pass...
It is written...
Another chapter...
According to MY GOSPEL...
(Nakita Dahaka smiles as she backs away into the darkness of the alley background and disappears all together as the scene slowly fades out.)
(The scene opens somewhere in Atlanta, Georgia as it cuts to a downtown alleyway late at night. An lone alley light is flickering off and on frantically providing the only form of illumination in the alley. Emerging from the darkness is a lone female individual as she approaches the camera and comes into view identifying herself as "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka. She is wearing her trademark, vintage full tight shiny red full leather cat suit, color-slightly matching leather trench coat, leather hat, Stilletto high-heeled leather boots, and round mirror-shade sunglasses. A gust of hot summer wind whisks and blows Nakita's trench coat off making it fly back behind her initiating like she is walking in slow motion. Through her hat, her long, firey-red hair falls down over past the middle of the back and over her face slightly. Down by her side, in her hand, is the big, black metal hardback cover with blood colored gothic lettering on the front "The Gospel According To "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka.")
Nakita Dahaka: You know, there's an old phrase that tends to ring true throughout the history of the human race. That each and every single person in the world, somewhere in their lifetime manages to come face to face and meet The Devil. So let me ask you something Stalker...Jason, and yes even your little manager mentor Delroy Hawkins? How does it feel to meet the Devil herself? Because, at EPW's Russian Roulette, when we step in the ring, look each other in the eye, before locking up, and literally going all the way straight to hell. You will know that you are staring at and facing off against The Devil Incarnate.
(Nakita laughs calmly and sadistically out loud then reaches up and takes off her round mirror shade sunglasses putting them into her front pocket. Her piercing, haunting, green cat like eyes stare back at the camera with a deep inner fire blazing in them. She continues on without even skipping another beat.)
Nakita: In our match...
We will hurt...
Our bones will break...
We will bleed...
Hell will engulf and take the both of us and we will burn eternally. Know this here and now Stalker. I will not just take you to hell. I AM HELL! You think that your dangerous? I'm deadly, and at Russian Roulette I will prove it to. In the end Stalker, you blood will ink and fill the chapters of once blank pages to my gospel.
(She holds and waves "The Gospel According To Nakita Dahaka" in front of the camera before putting it back down at her side again.)
Despite everything that I have been through, I will follow through on my vow. I will reveal the fate and final resting place of Frankie Scott, just like at Russian Roulette, I will do the same thing to you Stalker. You will know thy fate, and your soul will be all mine. I will collect it like a trophy. I will feast on your flesh and drink your blood. This is not an Anne Rice Vampire Lastat thing. This is a straight up Nakita Dahaka thing. I will rip you to shread. I will devour you. I will take my time and systematically savor each and every bite and drink that I take in. I will take the utmost pleasure in destroying you Stalker.
You and the rest of the EPW think that I serve some god or demon or devil. Every single one of you...past or present fails to see the truth in Harbenger of Fate and Death Incarnate. I serve no man, woman, child, god, devil, or demon. I just simply AM.
The Ancient Persians called me Dahaka. An ancient demon of death, deceit and mendacity. I love destroy and crushing life with my bare hands. And the thing is that nobody in this lifetime has ever seen my true form and it's not like I will never let them see what I really am.
At EPW Russian Roulette this Sunday, you welcome me freely entire your world, but know this...I WILL BURN IT DOWN. It will go up in one big supernova, then the dusk will scatter and fade away into the cold, black, nothingness forever forgotten. But do not fret Stalker, because you and Delroy won't be completely forgotten. You both will always have a place filling up the pages and given an entire chapter of MY GOSPEL.
So it is said...
Let it be known...
So it shall come to pass...
It is written...
Another chapter...
According to MY GOSPEL...
(Nakita Dahaka smiles as she backs away into the darkness of the alley background and disappears all together as the scene slowly fades out.)
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Evenflow
Stalker: Evenflow.....
(Scene fades into a dark and desolate room. A small illumination is made through cracks of a covered up window. Jason Reeves' face is barely noticeable in that small bit of light. However with that small dim beams of light it is still seen that his face is a face of the man that has gone through many battles, many matches and many many wars. Some of those that are still raging, not only within himself but with those he's made enemies with here and in his past. He smiles slightly as he looks into the camera and draws smoke from the cigarette between his fingers. He looks ready and calm. A very different look then what he had as he was preparing for his match with Kin Hiroshi. This time he looks tactical, his voice seems straight forward and he, so far has strayed away from the insanity that had consumed him during his bitter war of words with Kin. However, this could be all because Nakita had yet to refer to Jason's wife.)
Stalker: That'll be the last thing that you feel, before your lights are out.
(Drawing another puff from his cigarette his mouth grows into a grin as he contemplates the upcoming match with the so called devil herself.)
Stalker: Nakita.... when you step into that ring with me, at Russian Roulette, there will be one thing that rings true as we lock up with one another. That one thing is something you yourself know deep down, and that is... you are no devil. Devils do not exist in the real world, hell devils don't even exist when you become part of my world. See when that happens, when you become part of Stalker's World.... it's not something where I teleport you to a place that you have never seen before, it means simply you are in the ring with me.. and the wrestling ring... well actually the entire wrestling arena is my world. I have come to know from my treks throughout this business what it takes to be the one at the top of the game and I'm afraid Nakita you do not possess that quality.
(Letting the cigarette fall as he puffs out the last bit of smoke he inhaled, Jason then looks into the camera with a glazed look in his eyes.)
Stalker: You are no immortal, you are no devil, those do not exist. Your fantasy world will be shattered once I see fit for it to be destroyed, before that happens however I will prove to not only yourself but the rest of Empire Pro that not only am I a force to be reckoned with, but your Gospel is lies. Our bones may break and we will probably bleed in our match, however the one that will bleed the most and the one that will hurt the most will surely be you, Nakita. Your obsession with Frankie Scott will not only put you in a position to fail but it will also give me the necessary advantage over you. Perhaps I will wear a Frankie Scott T-shirt to the ring simply to mock you. Would you like that Nakita?
(Jason grins as he says this, thinking of ways to get under Nakita's skin just as Kin had gotten under his.)
Stalker: The difference between you winning your match against Scott and me losing against Hiroshi is that, Hiroshi from what I have gathered recently has become a man among legends. He has taken his game to the top level that few people in this business can attain. What does that mean for me, you might ask? Well it means I came within inches of beating a world champion in one federation and a top ranked wrestler in our own Empire Pro. So tell me exactly where does Frankie stand in all of this? In fact where do you stand? You are forced into an opening match with myself, the only reason Kin was in the opener at wrestlestock was because he ACCEPTED my challenge. You and I however were thrown together, I think it's because of our combined wrestling style.
(Standing up Jason leans against the chair and runs his hand through his hair. Obviously thinking about everything that is in front of him. So much to do, so many people to get revenge upon and such little time.)
Stalker: Delroy convinced me not to quit, as I had promised myself I would if I lost to Kin. I was setting myself up for a letdown and I'm glad I had a young kid like him to get that burst of energy I needed to realize that this was only the beginning and no one will ever be undefeated. Speaking of undefeated, let me ask you something Nakita... considering I know very little about you and your past matches, have you lost before? And if so.. how does the devil lose...? Unless of course it was to God...
(Jason bursts out laughing and again runs his hand through his hair looking back into the camera with that glazed look in his eye.)
Stalker: Kin... you will feel my impact at Russian Roulette, remembered I told you to be prepared to die.... keep that in mind. Rocko....
(A flash of bitter anger crosses Jason's face as he is staring into the camera.)
Stalker: ROCKO YOU ****ING BASTARD ACKNOWLEDGE ME! QUIT ****ING IGNORING ME YOU... ooohh.. I swear to god... every moment that passes where you don't even mention my ****ing name makes me even more bitter and more bitter everytime.... arrhghghhhhh!!
(Jason's screams are erratic and wild as he lifts up the chair he was sitting in and slings it across the room.)
Stalker: YOU GARBAGE AND YOUR ***** ASS WIFE YOU CAN NOT IGNORE ME FOREVER! RUSSIAN ROULETTE YOUR DAYS ARE ****ING DONE ROCKO! YOU UNDERSTAND ME? DO YOU? I will take you and your wife by the neck and slam you up against the wall and choke the life out of both of you at the same god damn time. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!? ROCKO!! HELLO! JA I hope you are ready to have a match hand delivered to you because these two guys are dead men walking come Russian Roulette. DEAD MEN!
(He storms off the camera view and then it is just silence........)
(Fade.)
Stalker: Evenflow.....
(Scene fades into a dark and desolate room. A small illumination is made through cracks of a covered up window. Jason Reeves' face is barely noticeable in that small bit of light. However with that small dim beams of light it is still seen that his face is a face of the man that has gone through many battles, many matches and many many wars. Some of those that are still raging, not only within himself but with those he's made enemies with here and in his past. He smiles slightly as he looks into the camera and draws smoke from the cigarette between his fingers. He looks ready and calm. A very different look then what he had as he was preparing for his match with Kin Hiroshi. This time he looks tactical, his voice seems straight forward and he, so far has strayed away from the insanity that had consumed him during his bitter war of words with Kin. However, this could be all because Nakita had yet to refer to Jason's wife.)
Stalker: That'll be the last thing that you feel, before your lights are out.
(Drawing another puff from his cigarette his mouth grows into a grin as he contemplates the upcoming match with the so called devil herself.)
Stalker: Nakita.... when you step into that ring with me, at Russian Roulette, there will be one thing that rings true as we lock up with one another. That one thing is something you yourself know deep down, and that is... you are no devil. Devils do not exist in the real world, hell devils don't even exist when you become part of my world. See when that happens, when you become part of Stalker's World.... it's not something where I teleport you to a place that you have never seen before, it means simply you are in the ring with me.. and the wrestling ring... well actually the entire wrestling arena is my world. I have come to know from my treks throughout this business what it takes to be the one at the top of the game and I'm afraid Nakita you do not possess that quality.
(Letting the cigarette fall as he puffs out the last bit of smoke he inhaled, Jason then looks into the camera with a glazed look in his eyes.)
Stalker: You are no immortal, you are no devil, those do not exist. Your fantasy world will be shattered once I see fit for it to be destroyed, before that happens however I will prove to not only yourself but the rest of Empire Pro that not only am I a force to be reckoned with, but your Gospel is lies. Our bones may break and we will probably bleed in our match, however the one that will bleed the most and the one that will hurt the most will surely be you, Nakita. Your obsession with Frankie Scott will not only put you in a position to fail but it will also give me the necessary advantage over you. Perhaps I will wear a Frankie Scott T-shirt to the ring simply to mock you. Would you like that Nakita?
(Jason grins as he says this, thinking of ways to get under Nakita's skin just as Kin had gotten under his.)
Stalker: The difference between you winning your match against Scott and me losing against Hiroshi is that, Hiroshi from what I have gathered recently has become a man among legends. He has taken his game to the top level that few people in this business can attain. What does that mean for me, you might ask? Well it means I came within inches of beating a world champion in one federation and a top ranked wrestler in our own Empire Pro. So tell me exactly where does Frankie stand in all of this? In fact where do you stand? You are forced into an opening match with myself, the only reason Kin was in the opener at wrestlestock was because he ACCEPTED my challenge. You and I however were thrown together, I think it's because of our combined wrestling style.
(Standing up Jason leans against the chair and runs his hand through his hair. Obviously thinking about everything that is in front of him. So much to do, so many people to get revenge upon and such little time.)
Stalker: Delroy convinced me not to quit, as I had promised myself I would if I lost to Kin. I was setting myself up for a letdown and I'm glad I had a young kid like him to get that burst of energy I needed to realize that this was only the beginning and no one will ever be undefeated. Speaking of undefeated, let me ask you something Nakita... considering I know very little about you and your past matches, have you lost before? And if so.. how does the devil lose...? Unless of course it was to God...
(Jason bursts out laughing and again runs his hand through his hair looking back into the camera with that glazed look in his eye.)
Stalker: Kin... you will feel my impact at Russian Roulette, remembered I told you to be prepared to die.... keep that in mind. Rocko....
(A flash of bitter anger crosses Jason's face as he is staring into the camera.)
Stalker: ROCKO YOU ****ING BASTARD ACKNOWLEDGE ME! QUIT ****ING IGNORING ME YOU... ooohh.. I swear to god... every moment that passes where you don't even mention my ****ing name makes me even more bitter and more bitter everytime.... arrhghghhhhh!!
(Jason's screams are erratic and wild as he lifts up the chair he was sitting in and slings it across the room.)
Stalker: YOU GARBAGE AND YOUR ***** ASS WIFE YOU CAN NOT IGNORE ME FOREVER! RUSSIAN ROULETTE YOUR DAYS ARE ****ING DONE ROCKO! YOU UNDERSTAND ME? DO YOU? I will take you and your wife by the neck and slam you up against the wall and choke the life out of both of you at the same god damn time. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!? ROCKO!! HELLO! JA I hope you are ready to have a match hand delivered to you because these two guys are dead men walking come Russian Roulette. DEAD MEN!
(He storms off the camera view and then it is just silence........)
(Fade.)
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"The Reality of Hell and Nakita Dahaka."
(The scene opens inside the dark cavernous gothic lair of "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka. Mid evil like torches line up along the wall providing the necessary illumination and setting the tone and atmosphere. A rushing cold fog and wind rolls into the lair from outside and hovers just above the floor. Sitting on a throne on top of a three stepped black marble platform underneath a lone spotlight is "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka. Right next to her, is her big black metal hardback covered with gothic lettering on the front in blood "The Gospel According to Nakita Dahaka" sitting all alone and opened to a blank page with the white feathered pen, stained with Nakita's blood resting on top of it. Nakita sits on top of her throne looking at the camera. Her long hair hovering down over her face, but her green eyes peer directly at the camera.)
Nakita Dahaka: So Jason, Hell and the Devil aren't real in your mind? You think that everything is nothing more than some elaborate concoction of my imagination? Or something to that affect. Tell me, and your world is any more real? What the f(FCC beep)k is real Jason? Maybe I'm getting literal or just philosophical. Real is nothing more than what are minds perceive to be real correct? Nerve impulses being sent from our eyes and our ears because it is what we see and hear, and being transmitted to our brains which in turn help us to comprehend everything in the world that we are viewing around us. So tell me Jason, if I were to pluck our your eyes and cut off your ears, would your world cease to exist? What would you do if I took everything in your world and burned it all to the ground?
(Nakita pauses as she bites her bottom lip and smiles thinking as something has just come to her mind. Suddenly she picks up where she left off without skipping a single beat.)
"What would you do, if the last thing that you saw before I plucked out those piercing beautiful blue eyes of yours and you saw me cut down your lovely wife and removed her from your memory? Would your world still exist if I did all that? Would your wife still exist?"
"You deny me and what I am, but one thing that rings true even now is the greatest trick that I ever pulled was proving to people like you that I never existed. You wondering why I call myself THE MOTHER OF MENDACITY, but I can systematically at the drop of a had fool you where you stand. I can look you in your blue eyes and lie to your face and I will be as every bit as convincing as you could possibly imagine. You would never hear the lies that were coming out of my mouth. I am the Mother of Lies, and what you said just made me very proud to know that after all these years that has never changed and I've still got it."
"You did ask a question, have I ever lost before? I'll humor you. Everybody loses. Wins and losses are all part of the game right. But know this, a loss is only a set back. Its like a scraped knee. Small pains will always teach us valuable lessons. But hear me now, and this is somewhat of a paradox. Even if I happen to lose. I still win. I still have an affect on each and every person that I come into contact. Each person that I face, whether or not that I beat them is never the same. They lose a piece all of their souls, and regardless of the outcome, Dahaka is fate and fate always wins in the end. So even if someone gets a win over me, in the end I will always come back and finish what I started. Take Frankie Scott. It has been quite the obsession and he has survived, but when it is all said and done I will have his soul as a trophy just like how I will have your's Jason. Hear me now, nobody ever truly beats me. They only survive an encounter against me. Sooner or later I always win. I am patient, but hell will always engulf and embrace you."
"We will bleed. We will be broken, but your soul will be all mine, but do not fear because you will always have a place in my gospel and your beaten and broken body will PAINT THE PICTURE AND TELL THE STORY of The harbenger of fate incarnate. Now with that all said, I say that unto you...
So it is said...
Let it be known...
So it shall come to pass...
It is written...
Another chapter and verse...
According to MY GOSPEL...
Hell is only a word Jason, the true reality of it is much much worse and at Russian Roulette I will show you exactly that."
(The scene slowly fades out.)
(The scene opens inside the dark cavernous gothic lair of "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka. Mid evil like torches line up along the wall providing the necessary illumination and setting the tone and atmosphere. A rushing cold fog and wind rolls into the lair from outside and hovers just above the floor. Sitting on a throne on top of a three stepped black marble platform underneath a lone spotlight is "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka. Right next to her, is her big black metal hardback covered with gothic lettering on the front in blood "The Gospel According to Nakita Dahaka" sitting all alone and opened to a blank page with the white feathered pen, stained with Nakita's blood resting on top of it. Nakita sits on top of her throne looking at the camera. Her long hair hovering down over her face, but her green eyes peer directly at the camera.)
Nakita Dahaka: So Jason, Hell and the Devil aren't real in your mind? You think that everything is nothing more than some elaborate concoction of my imagination? Or something to that affect. Tell me, and your world is any more real? What the f(FCC beep)k is real Jason? Maybe I'm getting literal or just philosophical. Real is nothing more than what are minds perceive to be real correct? Nerve impulses being sent from our eyes and our ears because it is what we see and hear, and being transmitted to our brains which in turn help us to comprehend everything in the world that we are viewing around us. So tell me Jason, if I were to pluck our your eyes and cut off your ears, would your world cease to exist? What would you do if I took everything in your world and burned it all to the ground?
(Nakita pauses as she bites her bottom lip and smiles thinking as something has just come to her mind. Suddenly she picks up where she left off without skipping a single beat.)
"What would you do, if the last thing that you saw before I plucked out those piercing beautiful blue eyes of yours and you saw me cut down your lovely wife and removed her from your memory? Would your world still exist if I did all that? Would your wife still exist?"
"You deny me and what I am, but one thing that rings true even now is the greatest trick that I ever pulled was proving to people like you that I never existed. You wondering why I call myself THE MOTHER OF MENDACITY, but I can systematically at the drop of a had fool you where you stand. I can look you in your blue eyes and lie to your face and I will be as every bit as convincing as you could possibly imagine. You would never hear the lies that were coming out of my mouth. I am the Mother of Lies, and what you said just made me very proud to know that after all these years that has never changed and I've still got it."
"You did ask a question, have I ever lost before? I'll humor you. Everybody loses. Wins and losses are all part of the game right. But know this, a loss is only a set back. Its like a scraped knee. Small pains will always teach us valuable lessons. But hear me now, and this is somewhat of a paradox. Even if I happen to lose. I still win. I still have an affect on each and every person that I come into contact. Each person that I face, whether or not that I beat them is never the same. They lose a piece all of their souls, and regardless of the outcome, Dahaka is fate and fate always wins in the end. So even if someone gets a win over me, in the end I will always come back and finish what I started. Take Frankie Scott. It has been quite the obsession and he has survived, but when it is all said and done I will have his soul as a trophy just like how I will have your's Jason. Hear me now, nobody ever truly beats me. They only survive an encounter against me. Sooner or later I always win. I am patient, but hell will always engulf and embrace you."
"We will bleed. We will be broken, but your soul will be all mine, but do not fear because you will always have a place in my gospel and your beaten and broken body will PAINT THE PICTURE AND TELL THE STORY of The harbenger of fate incarnate. Now with that all said, I say that unto you...
So it is said...
Let it be known...
So it shall come to pass...
It is written...
Another chapter and verse...
According to MY GOSPEL...
Hell is only a word Jason, the true reality of it is much much worse and at Russian Roulette I will show you exactly that."
(The scene slowly fades out.)
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