The First vs. Nakita Dahaka

[thegr817deuce]

This is a NON-TITLE match!

Singles Match.

The RP deadline will be Saturday, February 24th at 11:59 PM.

 

[The Great Eye]

(FADEIN: The First standing in darkness, the room around him lit by candlelight. His face is painted like the crow and his hair is pulled back.)

THE FIRST: "Madam Dahaka... We meet in combat this week...I do apologize for my lack of conversation thus far...Normally I am far more talkative...Perhaps it is the fact that this is non-title that has stayed my tounge...This would be a shame...I should be a proud warrior seeking victory in battle no matter what the stays...And so...I will fight with honor, I will fight to defeat you as if my life depended on it...For that is what is required of a champion, is it not? To give all whenever possible...To never surrender an inch without exacting a heavy toll in blood from one's enemies...

So that is the man you will face in the ring, not a champion mailing it in because his championship is not on the line, but rather a prideful man who refuses to lose no matter the situation...

I hope you shall do the same...I hope our fight will be honorable and glorious...

Good luck Madam Dahaka

(FADEOUT)

 

[Hell_Fighter]

"The Code Of The Demon" (Breaking The Chains.)

(Mood setting background music: "Increase The Dosage" by Bionic Jive)

(The scene opens inside the arena boiler room. Its near dark except for a lone single spotlight dangling directly over over particular spot in the center of the room. The furnace is working overtime heating up the arena making this room extra super hot. Underneath in the center of this lone spotlight suspended and hanging from the ceiling by large black metal chains is "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka. Sweat continues to pour and drip off of her face and body. Her long firey-red hair is undone and falling down over her face saturated with her sweat. She slowly raises her head as her green eyes peirce and shine through the strands of hair looking into the camera. The background slowly dims but enough to where you can still hear it a little bit.)

Nakita Dahaka: Peace is and always will be a lie. Only my passion remains. Through my passion. I regain my strength. Through my strength my power is unleashed. And with my power...

(She stops and pauses looking up and down at the chains on her wrists and ankles suspending her up.)

My chains are...

(The background changes out from "Increase The Dosage" and fades into the spliced/edited explosive guitar lyrics, drumbeats, of the bridge and chorus for "Break The Chains" by Bionic Jive. Its starts low and then begins to build and rise as it gets closer to the chorus.)

I'm ready to die, give me the word, I'm ready to shoot, I'm ready to kill my enemies, and put em in a bag, while I'm looking at the president and burning a flag, what

Stand and deliver me, strike my enemies and break the teeth of the wicked

Stand and deliver me, strike my enemies and break the teeth of the wicked

Stand and deliver me, strike my enemies and break the teeth of the wicked

Stand and deliver me, strike my enemies and break the teeth of the wicked

STAND AND DELIVER ME, STRIKE MY ENEMIES AND BREAK THE TEETH OF THE WICKED

(Nakita begins struggling and unleashes a blood curdling battle cry. It takes some time, but she actually is able to break the chains hold on her as she immediately falls from her suspended state and landing down on her knees. The rub of the metal chains actually have caused her wrists to bleed slightly while she was trying to break through them. She slowly rises up as the song leads into the final repeat of the chorus.)

Go against the grain, break the chains, get out ESCAPE FROM THE KILLING FIELDS, WITH THE POWER TO FORM STORMS I'M GONNA HIT EM WITH RAGE AND KEEP ON Go against the grain, break the chains, get out ESCAPE FROM THE KILLING FIELDS, WITH THE POWER TO FORM STORMS I'M GONNA HIT EM WITH RAGE AND KEEP ON

(The camera spins around 360 degrees in a circular motion around Nakita Dahaka as she rises to her feet in slow motion. It returns to real time as she looks down at the broken shakle bracelets around her wrists and ankles with the broken chain still hanging above her.)

Nakita: BROKEN!

(The song slowly fades out as she then removes the metal shackled bracelets around her wrists and ankles one by one talking as she removes each one.)

Pieske...

(She removes her left ankle shackle and tosses it down.)

Jalen Lathem...

(She removes her right ankle shackle and tosses it down.)

Rob Franklin...

(She removes her left right wrist shackle and tosses it down.)

Delilah Demonik...

(She removes her right ankle wrist shackle and starts to toss it down, but then stops and looks down at it. She looks at it for a moment. Faintly, a lone single tear falls from her duct and down her cheek as she looks at the metal shackle. But then she cast it down at her feet.)

I am free of human restraints.I am free to do as I please. I am no longer controled. The true demon inside has been unleashed. Hell has come home.

Madem Dahaka? I like the sound of that. The words of my enemy have pricked my ears. Your forgiven my painted champion for now. Just for that, I have decided to spare you this week when we face off against one another. I trust that this will motivate you to removing the cat from your tongue and give you something more to talk about. I forgive you champion. It is by that declaration First that you will survive to live and fight another day. However, this encounter won't be without it's scars, and trust me you will earn every single one of them from me this week when we set foot in the ring. Your beaten, bloody, torn, limp, body will serve as a roadmap and living testiment and tell the story of who I am.

So as you can see First, I won't be collecting any trophies this week as it wouldn't make sense to...at least not yet. So paint the picture and tell my story. Become another chapter to my gospel.

You maybe THE FIRST. Your The ALPHA. Your THE BEGINNING. I guess that makes me THE LAST! THE OMEGA! THE END!

And now...

So it has been said...

Let it be known...

So it is written in your blood...

Let it all come to pass...

Another chapter according to MY GOSPEL...

(The scene slowly fades out as Nakita Dahaka disapears into the darkness around the light of the boiler room.)

 

[The Great Eye]

(FADEIN: The First sitting in a dark room, candles lit all around him. He has on his mad hatter jacket and black gi pants, his hair is a mess, green, orange, blue and purple engage in a battle for space, his face is chalk white save the black lipstick he wears.)

THE FIRST: "Candlelight...Forbidding...Or...Erotic...Two sides of a coin perhaps? Oh duality, we shall deal with you shortly...But first...I must ask, what is the gospel of Nakita? a gospel is a narrative of Jesus's life...Are you to speak to me of Him? Are you to speak of His effect on your life? Is that what this is to be? My defeat in the ring to be an tribute to Jesus? Or more to the fact, are you really just saying such things cause they sound cool? (Smiles) Oh I do it all the time...Gives one weight, makes one seem important and meaningful in the world.

But really, we know this is just a fight, the legacy of Mrs. Dahaka is not to be told in this contest, no we're but two ships passing in the night, just an event that's trival, meaningless, in the grand scheme of things, you and I won't meet for anything lasting, anything...Concrete...Not yet at least...

I find you interesting...In all my incarnations in all my times as a woman I must say violence has always been either horrible...Or erotic...Truly the most sexual moments were those when my life was at risk...But that, that was TRUE violence...I mean the kind of thing where a life could end, when all was on the line...This, we have a ref, he'll do his best to prevent anything from getting out of hand, if he fails, others will assist him...One of us will not end up in a box, with family and friends weeping and telling tales of how wonderful a person we were...So does it lose something there for you? Is the thrill gone? Does it not truly excite you as much as it should?

Or do you honestly not like this? I can't see how you could end up on that side of the issue given the fact that it's your chosen profession. I mean, I can't see how one can't enjoy pain and yet still sign up for this lifestyle...Oh I do enjoy it...Oh I know I might spend a few nights on the couch, but Rozy and I don't spend every night of fun in missionary with the lights out...Pain, choking...(gets a far away look in his eyes...Smiles slightly) perhaps I've said...To much...But I do enjoy a good ache in the morning...Be it from a night in carnal bliss or a night in the ring...I do enjoy scars and dried blood...I do enjoy all the sensations this body can experiance...

So for you, I promise a night of great excitement, oh the magic in the air, not stares of lust, but of violence, the grunting and yelling not made of delight, but of agony, of torment...It's climax not in a muted cry and then two people crumpled together in a knot of humanity panting and gasping for air...But rather I standing over your body, arm raised in victory...

But I will still share a clove with you afterwards, it would be tactless of me not to...

(FADEOUT)

 

[Hell_Fighter]

(The scene opens inside a near dark room with the only source of light is a lone window up on the wall catching an array of sunlight shining in only one particular spot in the center of the room. The only thing in the spotlight is a crossed pair of red leather steel-toed boots in the light as the rest of the individual wearing the boots is conceiled in the rest of the near darkness. The figure uncrosses their feet and stands up fully into the light to reveal themselves as none other than "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka. She is wearing an all red leather attire topped off with a matching long red leather trenchcoat. She leans up against the wall in the center of the light. Her face lightly goes up and cuts off just above her face with a small thin layer of shade hovering over it just enough to conceal her face ever-so-slightly.)

Nakita Dahaka So what is my gospel? Do I say it just to sound cool or is there a...method to my madness? Take my word for it FIRST. It isn't there to sound cool. Its more than just some catch phrase. Its a declaration, a proclaimation, a chronicle of what I am and what you will be. What is that you might ask? When we face off in the center of the ring this week and you walk out...no I take that back...you limp your ass out of the ring and to the back on your own power only because I let you is for one reason. So that your mangled, bloody, broken, tarnished body PAINTS THE PICTURE AND TELLS THE STORY of who I am. I'm not trying to provide some new testimony of Jesus. I know him, and I know him well. I know Him all too well and trust me, and I absolutely hate the f(fccbeep)ker! So everything that I do has nothing to do with spreading his love because there is nothing but pain and suffering in this heart and soul.

What I'm into is being the final destination of all fate, devouring lives, and collecting trophies. But like I said before, won't be taking your's all in one swoop anyway. I will collect a peice of it and I will leave you alive only so that your body will serve as a reminder of what I can and will do to you and the rest of the UCW. Then when its all said and done I will take your UCW World Heavyweight title as my trophy, but that will only be icying on the cake I assure you.

So spend your time with your S&M rituals and erotic fixiations with Rozy Palm and her five sisters, but in the end this little piper is coming to collect, and just remember. TIME IS ALWAYS ON MY SIDE! And on that note I say unto you once again...

So it has been said...

Let it be known...

So it is written in your blood...

Let it all come to pass...

Another chapter according to MY GOSPEL...

(The scene fades out as Nakita Dahaka starts humming/softly singing the words of "Time Is On My Side" by The Rolling Stones.)