Stalker Knight vs Brody Steele vs Adatu Urakih

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"Cos all of the stars

Are fading away

Just try not to worry

You`ll see them someday

Take what you need

And be on your way

And stop crying your heart out” …

*We open in a Funeral Parlour in Manhatten, New York. Crowds of people have turned out. From the close family of Former XWA Owner Kaleb, friends from all over the States, as well as familiar faces of the XWA roster. From the huge, intimidating figure of Mystic, flanked by his Fireborn Connection pals Chaos and Miles Lucas. The less imposing figure of XWA newcomer Billy Martin, who for the reason of taste has left his briefcase at home. Former Hollywood Icon Bret Stetson, who seems to be playing the "face" of the affair, schmoozing with friends and family. That seems his kind of gig. Even former XWA Champion Jack Black has attended, despite his numerous differences in recent times with Kaleb. This isn't a time to feud. This is a time to grieve. We cut to outside of the parlor. Hundreds of fans, perhaps more line the streets, dressed in black. Sure, Kaleb Steele may not have been the most popular guy on TV each week, but what he was is the guy that took a risk. He took every dollar he had and decided he was going to revolutionize the Wrestling business. He gave us XWA, and he gave those fans something to tune into each week. He gave every man in that room a job. We were entertained. The scene jumps back inside to the far end of the room. Brody Steele cuts a very solitary presence. Gone is the ego, the bravado, and the toughness that unified the Rebel Son of last week. This is a shell of a man. A man that had to watch the closest thing he had to a friend in this business fly through a windshield, and take his last breath. These guys had their ups and downs, but they came through it, stronger as a unit, and no matter what acts a man commits. No one should have to suffer a fate like that*

CC Hey Brody. How are you holding up?

*CC approaches from the entrance. She had held back behind Brody to greet some of Kaleb's family. They still had a great friendship, despite how Brody and CC split*

Brody It's just not fair ...One minute we were kings of the road. We were united in our goals, our relationship had never felt stronger and we felt alive. The next minute …

*Brody loses his composure. He took a second to regain his calm. For a man who just lost his father, he sure is holding it together.

CC It's ok, Brody. Let it out. This is a safe place to grieve.

Brody: You know in all of the years, I have been a part of this business. This is the first time in a long time, I have been able to consider anyone ...family. Kaleb was my father ...I said it. We fought like Cat and Dog, but at the end of the day …when the blood had been shed, the sweat had dried into the mat and the lights were down ...We realized how alike we were. We realized that our strive to do what it took is what made us bitter enemies and better friends. You saw that, right CC??

CC: Of course. It took a while, but I saw it. You two would have been a Hades of a team, you know?

*With that, people sat. Bret returned to his seat ...Jack sat next to Dakota Paige ...Duke, Chaos, and Lucas sat together, and for just a moment ...It all felt like nothing had happened. Not one single, solitary drop of bad blood flowed through that room. Rather than being people who were constantly at war with one another, everyone was at that moment united. Tears flowed as the service progressed. Songs were sung, and prayers were read. The minister gave a detailed biography as best as he could gather from Kaleb's family of his life. From his rise to stardom in PWI, to his injury. His personal life is taking over the family business and using it as collateral to open XWA. People laughed, people cried, people hugged. At this point in the service, I would like to invite anyone who would like to share to please do so. A middle-aged woman rises. She wipes her eyes delicately so as to not ruin her makeup before taking a deep breath and approaching the stand. She proceeded to read out a poem she felt would describe how Kaleb would feel about this whole affair*

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

-Mary Elizabeth Frye

*This was Brody's chance. The chance to tell everyone what Kaleb meant to him. But not one person in this room, no matter how united, would want to hear what he had to say. He was despised by every person in that room except for the man at rest*

CC: Go on ...You know you have a lot to say. You always do!

*CC was blatantly trying to cheer Brody up. He smiled politely through the pain, the anguish, and the hurt that he was feeling, but didn't move. He couldn't. It was taking every bit of self-control he had not to break into a million pieces*

Brody: He was the only man in that locker room, I could trust …you know? I have no idea, who to turn to now …

*With that, the minister drew things to a close. People started filtering out past Brody and CC. Brody noticed someone approaching him. Through the tears, he was trying so desperately to hold in. All he could make out was a black suit. Quite well-fitting, but other than that it's fairly standard funeral attire. Brody drops his head slightly, as to avoid being noticed if at all possible. But it was too late. The man stops in front of him. Seconds seem to last forever as if he is expecting Brody's gaze to meet his. The man starts to speak, but the words are muffled. Brody is concentrating so hard. This whole day is going in such a blur it all feels almost dream-like*

Interviewer: Look man, I know {inaudible} I know, I’m the last person {inaudible} but just know that I’m thinking of you and CC. {inaudible} honor.

Bobby wants to speak. He wants to show this man, what taking this moment of his time means to him right now. He just can't. He stares at the other guy's shoes, as he struggles with his emotions. After a few long seconds, the man walks awkwardly away*

CC: That was awfully big of him, you know? After all, you guys have been through …

Brody: Huh, what? Who was that guy??

CC: Really? You didn't recognize “Spanky” Evens? Or were you too busy staring a hole through the floor?

Brody: I'm sorry. I'm just not in the right place, right now. My father died last week and rather than sit by his side, and comfort him as I should have, I took off. I went to win a wrestling match. I don't care what the prize is …Was that the right thing to do? Is that what a friend does??

CC: Brody, look at me! You know Kaleb, as well as I do. XWA was his baby and you were his guy, his protege if you will. Now, this sounds like a big cliche ...But you were taking down Chaos, unifying the titles, and doing him proud ...That's all he wanted from you!!

*The emotion overcomes Brody, as the last few guests filter out of the room. The minister escorts Kaleb's remaining family outside to start their grieving process. Brody and CC are alone*

Brody: CC, I want you to wait outside for me. I have some things, I want to say to my Dad.

*CC happily obliges. A quick peck on the cheek, and she is gone. Brody approaches the casket, which is still in waiting, curtains open as per family wishes. He rests one hand on the solid wooden top of the casket. It feels so heavy, so robust*

Brody: Hey Pops, it's me. You know some of the last words you said to me were about, how I was always the chosen one and I never had to use you to "get in". The real truth is, I didn't realize it until it was too late ...But I needed you, Dad. Just not in the way, I first thought. When I went out to that ring, and brought home those titles …last week, you were in my heart. You'll always be in my heart. Every match, every time that music echoes out over an arena …every time I get my hand raised in victory. That starts this week at Blood Zone. I don't know whether you know it, but I’m taking on Stalker Knight and Urakihina in a Triple Threat Match. I promise you, I'm going to do all I can to bring that victory home. I love you, man ...even if you will always be an @$$hole!!

*With that, Brody takes a step back, and pulls a black velvet bag out of his jacket. He opens it and pulls out the original XWA All-Star Championship belt, he had locked away. His tears splatter across the metallic plates, as he takes one more look before draping it across Kaleb's casket. Brody taps his hand on the top affectionately, before turning and walking away with the heaviest heart in the world. He heads outside to the waiting CC. They embrace tightly and Brody feels for at least one second, that the weight of the world is off him. CC's sweet embrace lessened his burden, so much he could cry. This lasted what felt like forever, until Brody saw Mystic out of the corner of his eye, with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He takes a gulps from the bottle, while talking to Chaos Kid. Chaos notices Brody's laser glance, and tries to get Mystic to put it away*

Brody: Really? Don't they teach f*cking boundaries in Portland? He knows what happened to dad, and what caused it …Have some f*cking respect you prick!!

CC: What's up?!?

*CC surveys the scene. She knows Brody is about to unleash all his pent-up emotions on Mystic, even if it does result in a huge beatdown at the hands of the others*

CC: Oh no, Mystic!! Come on, man! Put that away. Time and a place!!

*Mystic laughs, turning his back to Brody and CC. He really is a monster. Chaos looks uncomfortable*

CC: You know what? Forget it. All of that anger, that pain ...Give it to them, come this weekend! You're beaten, bruised, and right now …pretty broken. You know, you won't win that fight right now. Let's go home, prepare for the weekend, and do it the right way …

*Brody doesn't look convinced, at all*

CC: Do it for Kaleb!!

*The fire disappears from Brody's eyes. The waves of emotion come crashing down on him mentally again, and he almost collapses into CC. She steadies him and guides him towards the black limo, that was hired out for today. The door opens, they both hop in and the driver moves away before this whole situation breaks down as the scene fades*

[kinvar]

Daughter of Hell, Part 3

The UHW camera crew showed up a bit earlier than told, but only by a few minutes. Entering the estate, they found their host, Adatu Urakih in the rear, tending to her garden. She was quite dirty as she enthusiastically repotted several spider plants. Looking up, the Japanese woman jerked her head in the direction of the door, indicating she wanted them to go inside and wait. They did as they were silently asked. The first man, the one carrying the larger pack of equipment, grinned as he entered.



Lance: Get a load of this, Ross!



One of the walls in the room was covered in imagery of their host, some of them quite suggestive, explicit even. Another wall held replicas of her most prized championships (the ones she didn’t currently hold). A comfortable sofa and chair set was set up, dark red, eerily similar to the color of blood. The black throws on it were the same shade as an ottoman, which caught the men’s eyes. Upon it was something they apparently didn’t expect to see. Just then, Urakih entered. She’d removed her apron and wiped her face a bit.



Urakih: Alright, set up wherever you think is best, mates. Don’t worry, I don’t bite...anymore.



A bit of nervous laughter escaped Ross, while Lance rolled his eyes while setting up. After a few different angles were tested, Lance decided to go with the wall that had the championships and replicas. Urakih had changed into clean clothes after a quick shower in the main house and then returned. Her long, dark brown hair flowed softly as she strode back in wearing jeans and a Paramore t-shirt. After seeing the angle they chose, she smiled before taking her seat; she’d seen the cheekly glances at her gravure wall. She picked up the two championships from the ottoman in front of her. One of them was the coveted SCW International Heavyweight Championship. The other was the legendary UHW Radical Championship. Placing them on her shoulders, she was given the thumbs up and saw the red light go on.



Urakih: I don’t need an introduction, but I love the sound of my own voice, and I have a beautiful name. My name is Adatu Urakih, the 4th and Beloved of Alcatelia, a founding member of the Order of the Dragon. But you know what you all in UHW should be calling me? Champion. That’s right. Let’s take a stroll down memory lane, shall we? It was 2013, things were going well. I was wrestling again, Jessica was flying all over the world winning titles nonstop, me and my now husband were enjoying expensive dates. Life was good. And then the powers that be decided to throw me in a match against Ellie Classic, with the UHW Radical Championship on the line.



The Japanese woman held the UHW Radical Championship up with an agitated grin.



Urakih: I won, obviously. And obviously, in 9 years, nobody has been able to nut up and take it from me. So, with that in mind, I was invited back to UHW. I thought, what the hell; I want to wrestle, and UHW was good to me in the past. Heavy emphasis on that last part. Now, I want to talk about this shit. Why the absolute fuck am I in the second match on the card? And if that isn’t enough, it’s against a person I’ve never heard of, and that goon Stalker Knight. Third match, Fathi and Tyler Cross? Oh, and the main event? Brian Kennedy vs Dario Arturo Cortez and a mystery person. This card sucks, frankly. I’m a fucking undefeated champion, and I’m facing a rookie and a goon. Is THAT what UHW thinks of me?



Urakih stood now, setting aside her championships. Urakih wasn’t a particularly imposing person, physically speaking. She stood five feet and eight inches tall, and her weight usually drifted around either side of one hundred and fifty pounds. Known as the most dangerous member of Jessica Tendonin’s famous Order of the Dragon, Urakih’s adoration of violence and pain delivery contrasted deeply with her model looks and soft voice. Indeed, the Japanese woman was easily overlooked as a threat, but more often than not, those who made that mistake found out the hard way why Jessica often keeps Urakih on a short lease.



Urakih: Well...if that’s how UHW management feels...maybe I need to remind them who the hell I am. Let’s start with this match I’m in. Brody Steele, a man just getting started in the business. Brody, I’m going to win this match. I want you and Stalker Knight to both understand that. Additionally, I want you both to understand that it’s nothing personal against either of you. I just think this first show was terribly booked, and the only way to do anything about it is to win the damn match, and show the brass that these days, I’m a different animal, but still the same beast.



You see, it’s simple. I should be in the main event. Instead I’m in a match that is frankly beneath me. Take you for example. You’re a rookie. One I’m sure has a bright future ahead of them, of course. I’m a veteran of combat athletics. I’ve been doing this for over a decade. Stalker Knight was doing great over in NCW before the unfortunate closure of the company. Then he came over to SCW, and was poised to head down the same path. SCW is...closed, but not gone, but not open...the situation is...weird. So to fill the void of both companies...UHW has reopened.



Urakih picked up both of her championships, the UHW Radical Championship and the SCW International Heavyweight Championship, placing them on her shoulders.



Urakih: I need everyone to understand something. I need Stalker Knight to understand it, I need Brody Steele to understand it, and most importantly, I need the decision makers in UHW to understand it. I am not a sideshow freak. I am not a gatekeeper to test the mettle of newcomers. I am not fluff for a card that can’t tell its asshole from its mouth. I am a fucking UHW champion. When that bell rings, you’re both going to learn why the Fourth and Beloved doesn’t come out to play very often, and why when she does, there is a trail of blood in her wake. And I’m so confident that I will be victorious in the match, that I’m willing to up the ante.



The Japanese Dragon removed the UHW Radical Championship from her shoulder, and held it out.



Urakih: I’m laying out the challenge right here, right now. If Brody Steele or Stalker Knight manage to not only win the match, but also pin or submit ME, not each other, they will be leaving Bloodzone...as the NEW UHW RADICAL CHAMPION!!!



With that, the camera was turned off, and Ross and Lance glanced at each other, grinning, knowing their boss was going to love the ending, as they’d gotten the first scoop of a title match in the new UHW.



Urakih: Now boys...I will simply not stand for any bullshit. There will be no editing, no omissions. You will broadcast this exactly as I’ve spoken it.



Their grins dropped slightly, knowing their boss wasn’t going to like that request.