Reya vs Finelli vs Koresh vs Pugh

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1 RP a piece. Good luck.

[Alexander Koresh]

There's Always Time For Lubrication


“Fear not, for your lingering days on this Earth are not in vain. We are monsters, but our hunger is not a curse, it is the mark of a chosen few. One day there will be a reckoning for those who enslave us with human virtue. One day we shall be free of these shackles and loose the Gods that dwell in our blood!”

Come on guys, really?

I can’t believe I lost to her? This is unacceptable. I, Alexander Koresh do not lose. This is beginning to become a fucking joke. I do not lose. I was the DWF World Heavyweight Champion for fucking seven years and I can’t even beat some chick who keeps breaking my fucking heart.

Apathy? Do I hold it against you? Probably a little. But in your defence I would’ve done the same. They, yes them in the cRu played us, Look what Johnny did to Aurora with that bottle.

What will this do to Requiem? Nothing. We are Legion, we will prevail.

I just hope you don’t let this go to your head because one day that belt will be mine. Mine I say.

But that wasn’t the only thing that happened. Did you see him? Did you see Seth Iser? Seth Fucking Iser in PCW…….Wait, what? Who does this guy think he is? Come on, the self proclaimed Deity of Destruction. Are you joking? Come on man, you trying to be me again? We’ve had this out before back in that other promotion but you quit before we could have our match. Come on man, get a hold of yourself. This is Alexander Koresh’s place. I don’t need no people stepping on my coat tail anymore.

Really? Am I the only one in the promotion that think’s whoopty fucking doo when you made your little tirade at Matthew Slater? Come on.

Oh and Adrien Specter? Calling me out, you said? Oh any time. S&M were good times and yes I betrayed you but Adrien, you were trying to get in my sisters knickers man. Understand that you’ve got my property too so I want it back. But I’m a different cat from then. I’ve become more of a rounded warrior. Does that make me less of a monster? For fuck sake Specter, no it makes me more of a monster so circle your wagons because it’s on.

But I must get back on subject. What’s with this match of mine on Insanity? Do they really want to punish my opponents?

What? Pugh’s actually put himself in the match? Really? Oh that fucker must be a masochistic bastard. Does he really want to face me? Come on, you’ve got to be shitting me right? Oh this is gonna be fucking funny, I’m so gonna bend that bearded fucker over a stick my unlubricated foot and jam it so far up his ass that he’ll be flossing with my boot laces. But I better get myself anchored down as I know his ass has its own gravitational pull.

Fuck beating Pugh might even make up for my last few months of losing. Might do. Probably not but it’ll be good for shits and giggles.

Then who? The Executioner, Frank Finelli? Who is this guy? Should look up some of his matches on the internet to see if the dude can roll with the big guys. He’s a tag champion with Specter? Oh right, really?

Finelli is one of the Court’s boys? Come on, are they still around? The Court needs to get more relevant with the times. Requiem are what its about Finelli, not some two-bit douche bag stable like the Court.

Which brings me onto the bible bashing Nun of the bunch. Reya Sera. Come on guys, this has got to be a joke. Really? This ain’t Nuns go wild. This is professional wrestling. Come on, really? Do you really want me to humiliate her in front of a live crowd?

Oh this is going to be fun. Maybe I should just corrupt her a little before I make her stare up at the lights for the one, two, three.

The scene is a ravaged locker room, the tiles on the wall are cracked and broken, the nearby sink is over-filled and leaking a disgusting liquid, a liquid of dirt, water and blood. The walls and ceilings are dripping thick, mucky water and the floor boards have been uncovered and are covered in dust. Various insects can be seen crawling on the walls and floors, large black cockroaches for example. In the corner of the neglected room is a bathtub. On the side of the once-white but now grimy brown and grey bathtub is the word "Requiem" written in thick grease.

There is also a figure unconscious tied to a chair. His head is down so no way of identifying him. There is a smell of gas in the air. He is positioned in front of the lockers themselves. This seems to be a really pathetic locker which is either that the PCW are cheap or that they are punishing Koresh.

In the empty bath tub lies a man, his hair is matted with blood, he is wearing some black leather trousers and is showing no sign of life. But then his hand starts to twitch, he slowly raises his head...

"Why the hell do I still do this? I think things have changed and then they fuck me over again. Apathy, I‘m not blaming you. Well, okay yes I am but where does this leave me? Where does this leave me? What should I do? I don‘t know..."

Then a brutal, claret soaked image flashes into his head and he screams out in pain! He rises up, but collapses back into the tub, he is weak and strength less. He catches something out of the corner of his eye, his shoulder.

He looks at his body and embedded into his left shoulder are two thick, deep cuts. Yet no blood is coming out. He looks in the bath tub and on the bottom is dried up blood.

"This is it now, the End of Days, the last days of my career as a professional wrestler isn‘t it? I am a loser, I haven‘t won a match in months, well one that counted anyway. I had ......"

He slowly tries to get to his feet, leaning on the bathtub for balance. He turns and focuses on the mirror in front of himself. His face is seen fully for the first time, it is Nocturnal, the Sadistic Bastard. His black and white face paint has run down his face making it look a complete mess.

"Have the cRu finally won? Have they finally done what many have tried? Have they broken the soul of the Sadistic Bastard? Fuck you cRu. Fuck you PCW. This can‘t be the end? Maybe..."

Then, all of sudden, two images enter his mind. One is of Apathy. The other is of the PCW World Heavyweight Championship belt, with blood dripping slowly down it.

Emily walked into the room, she took a worried look at the figure in the chair for a split second before turning to her brother. She is dressed in a slinky black dress and has a cigarette in her hand. “Alex? What have you done? Why is he here? You can do this?”

“Emily? What the fuck do you care? You’ve betrayed me too. I have nobody with my back anymore. No more Lyre, no more Deathstroke, no more Adam, no more Panther, fuck Aurora seems to be off me too…….”

“But this,” she grabs the figures head and pulls it backward revealing it to be Ryan Pugh, “This is bad news. Someone would have seen him being taken. He will be missed. You have made a mistake Alex. Let him go before it gets out of hand.”

“Out of hand? Out of fucking hand? What should I do? Untie him, with him well and seen him on his way? Fuck that, he needs to pay for his sins.”

“Sins? It’s Johnny and Apathy who should be in his spot. What if it was someone else that had walked in here? What if it was Aurora?” She turns and looks at Pugh when behind her Alex’s powerful arm snakes around her throat, tugging into her neck with all the wrenching power of a hangman's noose. “What you doing? What the hell? Put me down!!!”

He drags his sister towards one of the mirrors. His arms are bigger than most men's thighs, and his neck is lost in the huge knots of muscles along his shoulders. His long hair hangs across his face with his dark eyes looking every so more manic than usual.

“Really Sis, do you really care? Do I really care that I am facing against this ass hole this week? Do you think I won’t just shank him here and now and let him bleed out in some alley? He doesn’t really matter. Do you think they’ll report his death on E or something? I don’t think so. He doesn’t exist in my world. He is just a bearded freak that dances to his own band. You want me to make him dance? You want me to rip out his tendons and dance like a marionette?”

“Alex, let me down. Let’s talk properly.”

Nocturnal's massive left hand pulls Emily towards him. His right hand toys with a strand of hair that hangs across her face. “And what about that bible basher, Reya? Fuck her. She can take that bible of hers and rip it up. We all know that her God doesn’t exist, so why try and push it down my throat? Fuck her. Fuck her God. I hate her sort. I should just bring her into my little gang and nail her to a cross like her deluded saviour of sorts. Or maybe take that crucifix and make her a real woman.”

"Alex, your hurting me. Why? Let me down so we can sit down and talk this through. Come on Alex. It‘s me Emily, your sister. You don‘t want to do this. Please……"

Nocturnal smiled a sadistic smile as he looked at his sister, "Why? Revenge? For revenge honey. Plain and simple."

His voice becomes more cold and unemotional.

"I‘m the only one that counts. Not Aurora, not Cleatus, not Jebediah not even you. I am alone my lovely and fickle sister. That’s one of the reasons I don‘t care anymore. And one of the reasons that it will be coming to a head soon. And Emily, you are pathetic."

Emily leans in and spits directly into Nocturnal's face. He shakes his head and manages to smile. Nocturnal's fingers tighten dangerously near to Emily's windpipe.

"I’ve got to get revenge, plain and simple for the sins done upon me by those that I see as having sinned against me. They know who they are and I hope they are quaking in there boots. But what do I do, I haven‘t decided to quite yet. Where was I? Oh then some little side note that goes by the name of Frank Finelli? Come on do you think I am bothering about this fuck? Him and Reya and the rest of this influx of talent from NEW can suck my dick because I am not amused. They come in here and try and steal my spot but there not going to take it because…………..Because I don‘t want it anymore."

Nocturnal stares at the woman for a moment before shoving her aside. She opens her mouth to say something, and then thinks better of it.

"Sounds like I giving up right? Sounds like I‘m throwing it all away?"

“Aren’t you?” as she reaches for another cigarette.

"Am I?" Alexander finished coolly, "I‘m sorry? Is that what you want me to say?" Alex gives a wink and reaches across to stroke Emily's cheek. Emily recoils from his touch.

"Scared of my touch? What happened to the fearless Emily I once knew? Or maybe even you‘ve listened to the hype? To the rumours? Come on Emily. I can beat all three of my opponents with my hands tied behind my back. I need this more than they do. Not just because I‘m the better warrior but because of this losing streak I‘ve been on. Come on Emily, you know what I‘m talking about? I have been in the main event of the last three pay per views, and I‘ve lost every one of them. Maybe its time for me to bite the bullet, maybe time for me to just hang up my boots. What do you think?"

“Does it matter what I think?”

This news doesn't seem to affect Alex at all. He gives a small wink to Emily, who is sat paralyzed in her position by his words.

"Come on Alex, shake yourself out of this little bad patch." Emily seems completely unconcerned as she reaches for her lighter "You had three chances at that gold strap Alex, move on." She shot Alexander a smirk as he lit his cigarette.

"Three chances? Come on Emily. Come on. Why do you do that?"

“Do what?”

"Not believe in the hand that feeds you. If it wasn‘t for me you‘d still be living like a whore in some trailer." Alexander screams "And I told you, no smoking!" Alexander thrusts her across the room and attempts to snatch the cigarette from Emily's lips. She, however, is too quick and ducks out of the way. Alexander lands right on top of her.

He gets up, shocked at what he is doing. Emily got herself back up but she is still smoking.

Emily strolls up to her brother, she raises her hand and there is a sudden smack. Alex's face is turned from the impact of Emily's slap, but when he turns to face her again, he looks neither angry nor hurt.

"Nice slap Emily, you sure are a feisty one, eh? I trained you well."

At this Emily loses her temper. She give a small scream before thrusting herself at Alex again. This time, her attempt is more successful as she uses the cigarette. Half on top of him, Alexander grabs Emily's hand and yanks it towards her. Emily suddenly gives a yell; Alexander has thrust the still-burning cigarette into the palm of his hand in order to extinguish it. Alex rises and Emily falls sideways, unable to balance herself. Alex is still clutching Emily's burnt hand and he follows her; they both hit the floor with a thud. Aurora is the first to recover. He towers over Emily with a different expression on his face from those previously; he is angry now. The look on his face is so intense, for the first time in her life, Emily is truly scared.

"Do you know what you‘ve done?" Alexander says. Emily says nothing. She simply watches him tower over her; her eyes wide and fearful. She holds the hand he has burnt; it is as though she has smeared black coal around a deep cut which is sore and bleeding. Emily feels a small twinge of an emotion within herself; regret? Pleasure? Even Emily does not know at this point.

Alexander turns and walks towards the mirror. He looks into it whilst Emily pulls herself together behind him. “Come on, you know what I’m like? I need to prove myself. This match is going to be hard. But I need it, I NEED IT.”

Alexander lifts his arms up as he’s ranting, he brings them down against the mirror, smashing it into a thousand pieces.

“Alex? What are you doing? Come on, we can sort this. I can help you. They can sort your head out. Come on. What are you doing?”

Blood is dripping from Nocturnal as he slowly turns. He has taken a piece of the glass and has started to cut himself with it. The glass cuts deep into his arm.

“Emily, come on I’m sorry. You know me. The only way I feel in charge of my destiny is when I’m bleeding, when blood is dripping from my body.”

“You’re sick. What would Emily think of you for doing this? She would be ashamed of you. I’m ashamed of you.”

A woman's face flashes in his mind. The image is vivid, clear. It's the same woman who always comes. She's beautiful. He can hear her voice, a sweet voice. She's talking to someone. She's telling whoever it is that she loves them, she's proud of them.

She is caressing her belly, she is carrying his child.

She smiles and he can feel it. His heart flutters and races. Her hand reaches out, cupping someone's face, and suddenly he can feel the warmth of a palm against his cheek. It is him. His skin burns with the intensity of it and his eyes close.

"I love you Alex. I love you. No matter what happens, as long as we have each other, we'll be alright. I promise you. Okay?"

He nods, taking her hand in his own, bending it towards his lips. He kisses it.

"Okay."

She smiles again. He smiles back.

"Lyre?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I know."

"I… I'd be so lost without you. I'd be so alone. I've got nothing else. Nothing else in this world."

"I'll always be here Alex."

"Promise?"

She smiles.

"I promise."

He looks up and notices the mirrors cracked, a split and fractured line running up from where his hand is pressed. He pulls it away, and little shards fall to the sink, and then he sees the blood trickling down his palm. He didn't feel it. Didn't hear it. He turns back to his sister. Tears run down his face. He reaches down to pick up the lighter. He smiles sadistically at his sister and looks a Pugh who is still unconscious tied to the chair.

“Its time to end this, I told everyone that the FYK was here didn’t I? It’s time for it to show itself fully.”

“What?”

He lights the Zippo and smiles as he drops it on the petrol. The whole room bursts into flames. The flames lick at Pugh. Emily screams as the flames engulf her and rise to fill the room Then on some unseen signal Alexander jumps forward into the flames without a seconds thought, his dark eyes glaze over. He stands with his arms outstretched like a crucifixion. The blood from the wounds drip down onto the floor. Flames lick around his head and engulf his clothing. He has a twisted sadistic look on his face but it is also a serene look upon it. The flames rise and fill the entire room..

The flames reflect in something, they turn and pull out. It is an eye. An eye that is familiar. It is the eye that is seen in Nocturnal’s entrance video. It pulls back and it is Nocturnal’s eye. He is sat in a car being driven away from the arena. Emily is snuggled on the seat next to her, He has a sadistic smile on his lips. He laughs out loud.

“You okay Alex?”

“Yeah Emily, its gonna be an interesting week.”

Will my slump bottom out? Who knows. But I will say this as my career reaches it twilight years that I am going to be going out with a bang.

Yes I said it.

Oh come on, someone’s going to mention Twilight. Come on you know they are. Someone’s got to mention it as its in the book. Its in the book of insults to throw against Alexander Koresh. You see it? Right? Right, lets move on.

This four way match, this set up for this tag team thing that there setting up, It is happening on the Insanity super show. It should be extremely funny. I am looking forward to it. Come on whoever booked this match……..This is funny.

Where was I? Reya Sera, Frank Finelli, Ryan Pugh and Alexander Koresh get in the same ring at the same time. Now this I’m looking forward to but on a serious note I have to win this. I must win this.

What’s next for Alexander Koresh after this match? Who knows as I don’t know. But you’ll find out soon.

[Frank Finelli]

<Celebration, then a much need trip....>

As the small celebration of our victory versus the cRu in the Court’s locker room comes to an end, I take hold of my bag and sling t over my shoulder. I give Vanessa and Reya a friendly hug and slap Specter on the back as I exit the locker room. I had things to tend to and needed to exit the arena as soon as I could. I start down the hallway towards the other locker rooms, I come to a stop in front of the one that has been assigned to Apathy, the guard at the door gives me a strange look as I knock on it. I know she wouldn’t mind if I just walked in but I decided to knock anyway. The door opens and Apathy smiles at me and gives me a kiss as I enter, she is already dressed and putting her title belt in her bag as I watch how gently she handles it….

“So you all set to go? We do have a limo waiting for us out back .”

She looks at me with a smile and nods her head, and responds.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to get home and just relax. My match with Alex was not fun, but I had to do what it took to retain my title Frank”

I look at her and nod as I answer.

“ I know Liz, it never is easy to crush a friends hopes and dreams , especially when a world title is on the line. I was watching on a monitor.”


I grab her bag and smile as we both exit her locker room and head for the exit , her one hand gripping mine as we go through the doors and walk to the open limo door…..

Driver: I have everything ready Mr. Finelli .

Frank: Good, glad you took care of it on such short notice Mike.

Driver: You know I get the job done boss.

Liz looks at me and asks…….

“What’s up Frank? I thought we were just gong home for a few days?”

Frank: We are Liz, we are. But first I planned a slight detour, I think you’ll like it too.”

Liz: Cut the crap Frank, where are you taking us dammit?

I take her hands in mine and smile as I answer her.

“Well my dear, you have been going from city to city every week the last few months, I figure you need to just not think of wrestling for a few days and think about other things….Like Annika , she needs her mother by her side once in a while so that is where we are going. To France so you can spend a couple days with your pride and joy babe. Besides, I’d love to see her too and make sure she is getting the bst medical care in the world just like you do Liz.”

She looks at me as a few tears fill her eyes and then wraps her arms around me …

“Oh Frank, I miss seeing her so much and I do want to spend some time with her, thank you for caring so much baby.”

She kisses me gently and then gets in the limo and I slide in next to her and close the door as the driver gets behind the wheel and starts to drive out of the arena parking lot.

I start thinking about how much Liz needs time with Annika as the limo heads to the airport. Her head rests on my shoulder and one hand rubs my chest as she closes her eyes. Meanwhile my mind continues to race , thoughts of my upcoming match against Reya, Alex and Pugh. Yeah once again Tons of Fun is in the ring with me, he may have sent over barricade tonight ,but his team lost the match. I’ll take the pain I’m in right now that result anytime.

The limo exits the highway and pulls onto the tarmac of the airport, it slows down as it approaches my waiting Gulf Stream Five. The limo stops and the trunk is opened as the driver takes my bag and Liz’s out and we both exit the limo and walk up the stairs to enter the cabin of the jet, our bags riding the small conveyor belt next to them. Liz enters first and goes straight to a seat and sits down, the look in her eyes tells me she is tired and needs this short break between shows. I take my seat across from her and smile as I buckle myself in then reach across and buckle her seat belt as the cabin door closes as Liz looks at me and smiles.

“ I don’t know how you knew I was thinking about seeing Annnika Frank, but I am so thankful for this.”

I look across at her and chuckle a little.

“ Remember Liz, I love her almost as much as you do, I could kill George for threatening her life just to make you stop seeing me.”

She nods at me as she closes her eyes trying to stop herself from crying.

“Like I said Frank, I had no choice at the time and I’m so sorry if you thought I hated you all this time. I guess Johnny treating me the way he did when I told him how I really felt made me realize he was a waste of time after all.”

I look at her tears and reach over and gently wipe them from her cheeks.

“It’s alright Liz, you did what you had to do. I’d never want anything to happen to you or Annika on account of me, you have always known that.”

The sound of the plane engines whine seems to sooth us both as she leans her head back and is soon asleep. I sit thee and watch her for a few moments and my mind starts to bring forth thoughts about my match in Oakland this coming week….


Reya , was so damn good in winning the six man match this past week I hope she doesn’t have any hard feelings when I send her face first into the mt this week. I need to make sure she can’t use any of her or Vanessa’s finishing moves on any of us in that ring. If I take that away from her, I doubt she will be able to be victorious. She is damn good , but I know that I can take them all on and end up winning the match.

“Oh really Frank?”

I snap out of my mental trance as Liz is looking at me strangely and then speaks.

“You know that Alex and Pugh are both gunning for you in the match right? They both feel if they can get you out of the way, then either one f them can defeat Reya easily to win the match. You’re their big obstacle to winning dear.”

I smirk as I answer her.

“ And how would you know those two are thinking that Liz? “

Liz: because I know how Alex thinks and I definitively know how the cRu thinks Frank. I was once one of them remember?

“Yeah, I remember Liz, and I have a good game plan I n mind for this match. Even if I don’t win , I’ll make it out f there in one piece I assure you.

The fasten belts light comes on as I look at the bulkhead in front of me and I check my watch…. Could we have been in the air this long already I wondered to myself? Liz sees the look in my eyes..

Liz: What’s wrong Frank?

“Nothing Lizzie, we made some good time that’s all, fasten your belt cause I think we are about to descend for landing.”

Liz: Really? How damn fast is this jet of yours anyway Frank?

“fast enough Liz, fast enough.”

Liz: Just glad you aren’t that fast when we make love Frank.
“I always do my best to make sure I don’t finish fast Liz, you know that. I never have with you”

She smirks at me as she fastens her seat belt.

“You better not start that either Frank.”

We both stare at each other for a moment then start to laugh as the jet it’s the runway and starts to taxi to the private/Corporate terminal and comes to a stop. We both unfasten our belts and leave our seats as the cabin door opens and the stairway deploys . A black limo drives up and the rear door is opened for us as we disembark from the jet…..


< An hour later>

The limo parks in a covered parking garage at the hospital and Liz and I exit and go straight for the lobby entrance.

Liz: I hope they don’t give us a hassle Frank, the last time I came here was not fun. I had to beg to see my own daughter.

Frank: Well, they better not start that shit in front of me Liz, I do have connections with the hospital Directors, have them on speed dial just in case something happens.

She looks at me puzzled for a moment then smiles.

Frank: What Liz? You know how much Annika means to me . Why wouldn’t I want to
Be informed of how she is doing. I have been in “the loop” on her condition since she got sick. She and you mean that much to me Liz, didn’t you know that?

Liz looks at me and smiles then gives my hand a kiss as she is holding it as we walk.

“I know Frank, I’ve always known how you felt baby. “

We enter the hospital and are greeted by one of the Directors…..

Director: Mr. Finelli, I am so happy to meet you in person after all this time, Miss Deveraux,I take it you both had a quiet flight from the States?

I smirk as I answer him politely and firmly so he gets the message.

“ Yes, our flight was un eventful, but we do have time constraints , can we see Annika for a short time now until tomorrow when we can spend more time with her?

Director: But if course Mr. Finelli, spend as much time with her as you both want, I’ll instruct the nurses and staff not to disturb you and Miss Deveraux while you are with her.

Liz looks at him and hen at me and smiles as she buries her head into my chest, and looks up t me . A few tears on her cheeks as we walk towards Annika’s room ……

“Frank, remind me to truly thank you for all your compassion and the love you are showing myself and Annika.”

I wrap an arm around her…

“Come on Liz, you know how I have always considered you and Annika my family , even when you and Johnny were together, I still cared for you whether you knew it or not.

We stop in front of the room and Liz takes a long deep breath then slowly pushes the door open and walks in as I follow a second later…I look a Liz as Annika hugs her around the neck as tightly as her arms can let her and smile…

“Liz, you spend some time with Annika yourself, I’ll wait outside and come in in a little while.”

Annika looks at me and as tears are coming down her cheeks she kisses Lizzie over and over again as I slowly let the door close and give Liz the time she needs with the most important person in her life…her daughter. Meanwhile my mind turns to Oakland California and my four way match again…..

I think of the anguish Alex is gong through right now, he thought he could take Liz
Down with sheer force and power, he didn’t see the determination in her eyes like I did last week, and I hope he realizes that this week, I am coming to make sure he knows he isn’t the only sick , sadistic son of a bitch on the damn roster. Alex may think he needs to win this week to keep himself relevant around PCW, but I need it just as bad. Why? To prove that THIS member of The Court is no fucking pushover !!! Especially to guys like Alex and Pugh.

The door slowly opens and Liz pokes her head out, I can see she has been crying but I don’t say a word…

“Frank, come n in now, I want Annika to see the man that she adores and loves her axs much as I do.”

I get up from my chair and enter the room as Liz takes my hand in hers and Annika is sitting up, her arms open expecting a hug from me. How could I not give that little angel the hug she wants so damn much? Liz ribs her hand up and down my back as Annika’s arms wrap around my neck and her lips kiss my cheek , the wetness on her cheeks makes my eyes tear up. I hear Liz whisper softly in my ear…..
“Not much longer Frank, we do have all day tomorrow to spend with her.”

Annika hears this and looks at her mother and responds…

“Mommy, I don’t want you or Frank to go yet, please stay here with me alittle longer tonight?”

I wipe the tears from Annika’s cheeks and kiss her, then quietly tell her…

“Don’t worry sweetie, your mom and I will be here with you all day tomorrow. But she is right Annika you need your rest and I want you to get that rest so you can come home to be with your mom as soon as possible okay sweetie ?”

Annika looks up at me with those beautiful eyes and nods at me.

“I love you mommy and I love you too Frank, I promise I will get better so I can come back home t be with you both.”

I look down at Annika as Liz puts her arm around my waist , fighting back the tears just as I am.

“I know baby, I know. And Frank and I want you to come home to be with me, He may not be there all the time.. But he sure as hell loves you as much as you love him Annika .”

Liz bends down and gives Annika a soft kiss on the lips and rubs her fingers down her cheeks.

“Get some sleep baby, Frank and I will be back to see you in the morning alright? I love you so damn much baby and so does Frank. I promise we you , we will be here in the morning my little angel.”

Annika nods her head as we both kiss her on the cheek nd exit the room as the dor closes, Liz buries her head into my chest.

“Frank, I don’t want to lose her like I did Faye , you understand me? I can‘t handle going through that pain again”

I hold her head against me as I rub her back and respond.

“I know Lizzie, I know. And believe me as I am standing here holding you this second, I won’t spare any expense to make sure Annika pulls through this okay? I love you both so much Liz.”

She wraps an arm around my waist and we head towards the exit to the hospital. Tomorrow is going to be a day thag we both want so much, spend time with the one little girl we both love more than ourselves. Even though Annika is not my flesh and blood, she means the world to me just like her mother does…..

Right no is about Annika , but come the weekend , it will be about making three others wish I wasn’t in this match with them. I’m focused on a task and that task is making a little girl in a hospital bed smile again as I was asked to through a quiet whisper through her lips.

“Be ready you three, I’ll be there and I’ll be ready for anything and everything from any of you.”

Liz and I enter the limo and it pulls out f the parking spot and heads to the hotel had booed rwservations at a short distance from the hospital.

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[Reya Serra]

OOC: I'll let the OOC post that will accompany this speak for itself...good luck to Frank, Noc, and Mr. Pugh



Hasta Luego

“Reya…we need to talk.”

I could tell from the tone of voice of my younger sister Vanessa on the other end of the pink cell phone belonging to my friend Paxar that the conversation between my Queen and I would not be one about trivial pursuits, especially given her use of my full first name instead of Rey-Rey, the nickname she has taken to fondly bestowing upon me. No…as I would come to find out this was to be a very serious conversation, one that has had and could have further life altering repercussions.

Coming off of the week The Court had just experienced, I should be jubilant right about now. Vanessa, Frank, and I managed to defeat the cRu team of Johnny Stylez, Roger Wright, and Ryan Pugh on Insanity, a feat that most everyone thought would not happen. We had proved that we would stand up and not only fight those that dare to trespass against us, but leave them laying on the mat as our hands are held high in victory.

Not only that, but I had decided to go out to the ring last week and respond to the comments made earlier in the week by Mister Johnny Stylez himself. After months and months of him rambling on nonsensically, I felt someone had to come out and correct his inaccuracies…and who better to do it than one of the people those inaccuracies were directed towards…me. It was time for me to stand up, not only for myself but those closest to me, my friends and family.

Thanks in part to the timely reception of my response from His Holiness, I was successful in not only standing up for myself and my fellow Court members but in righting a wrong that Johnny had done to me months before. It was he, along with his cRu cohorts, that brought about my excommunication from the Church. It was very fitting that just when I was about to face him in the ring for the second time that I, due in part to my letter to the Pope and his gracious response, was able to have my excommunication lifted.

I should be happy right now, jumping for joy even…yet I feel like doing none of those things. Instead I am at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take next. My conversation with Vanessa left me with a decision that only I alone could make, a decision that would forever change my life…

“What should I do, Lord?” I whisper softly while looking up to the heavens as Paxar and I walk through the Huckleberry Trail of the Huckleberry Botanic Regional Preserve.

“Something wrong, Reya?” Paxar asks, peering over at me curiously.

I look down and sigh heavily before shaking my head in dismay. “What should I do…” I continue muttering quietly as we keep walking.

“What do you mean what should you do?” my friend inquires, appearing confused. “What’s wrong? Are you worried about your match this week or something?”

“No, it is not that,” I say to her. “I am fine. Do not worry about it, Paxar.”

“Come on…” Paxar replies, visibly irritated. “You’ve been acting this way ever since your conversation with Vanessa…”

“I said I am fine,” I grumble angrily in response. “Can we talk about something else please?”

Paxar stops walking and glares at me even harder, becoming more irritated. “Geez Reya you sound kind of mad or something…are you on your pe-…”

“Do not finish that sentence,” I command, coming to a dead stop and turning to face her, becoming slightly red in the face with anger.

“Fine,” Paxar declares, putting her hands on her hips. “But it’s pretty obvious that whatever you and Vanessa talked about is bothering you. You really should talk about it instead of keeping it bottled up inside.”

I sigh heavily and throw up my hands in frustration. “You really want to know? Alright, I will tell you.”

I walk towards her, put my mouth near the side of her head, and begin whispering in near silence in her ear. After a few moments of whispering I pull back from her as Paxar nods.

“I see…well I could see why that would be bothering you,” she tells me, frowning slightly. “And I’m guessing you’ve yet to come to a decision on what this means for you and your future?”

I nod sadly. “I…I am just not sure what to do, Paxar. I do not…I cannot lose Vanessa.”

The relationship between Vanessa and I has only flourished since our first encounter. Upon learning our familial relationship she has not only accepted it but embraced it, allowing us to become even closer as sisters, tag team partners, and stable mates. We had been separated when we were younger and as adults I have promised her that such a thing would never happen again. There is no place I would rather be than beside her. She knows this…it is the reason she had called and wished to speak with me. Her news came somewhat unexpectedly but it was not entirely surprising. I had had a feeling that it was coming for some time but even still did not know what I would do when presented with such a choice to make…

Should I allow her to leave…and move on completely alone…or join her?

“And what of Cera?” Paxar inquires curiously. “Are you just going to abandon her?”

While it is no secret that Cera and I have not been on the best of terms as of late, what with her assault on me after my match at World War X, that is something I could not bear to do to her. I did not want to be yet another in her list of those that have abandoned her. No, I want her to know that there is someone in this world that will never do such a thing to her…and if I have to allow her to drag me to Hell just to prove that I will not ever abandon her, then so be it…

“I have heard rumors that she may be making a similar transition,” I state, looking down at my feet. “But if she does not…I cannot bear the thought of leaving her here alone…”

“Sounds like you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place,” Paxar says, giggling slightly.

“Exactly,” I mutter softly as I turn and notice a small black and white colored butterfly resting on one of the plants. “You are familiar with how a caterpillar becomes a butterfly, are you not?”

Paxar glares at me regarding my question, appearing slightly perplexed. “Not really.”

“See…a caterpillar cannot stay a caterpillar forever,” I declare softly, still staring deeply at the butterfly as it flutters. “It must change. It must grow…become something different from what it has been.”

Was I like the caterpillar? Have I changed? Maybe the time has come for me to pack up my bags and join Vanessa in moving on to someplace different. Perhaps…it is time for me to grow and move forward…

“Reya Serra Janason talking about evolution? I never thought I’d see the day,” Paxar states sarcastically.

I furrow my brow at her, shaking my head as the small butterfly takes flight away from us and off into the distance. “No…It is the Lord that compels the little caterpillars to change. They envelop themselves in cocoons until finally the day arrives that they emerge as butterflies and flutter away. I was like the caterpillar when I first arrived but over these last several months thanks to this federation I have blossomed into a wonderful butterfly.”

At least I can take solace in the fact that I will not be moving forward alone. Vanessa will be with me each and every step of the way and that could not make me any happier. And I pray that Cera comes along as well, if for no other reason than to continue her attempts at tainting me in my new endeavors.

“I see…” Paxar declares, shrugging her shoulders. “Is it about time for you to fly with Vanessa away from this place then?”

I nod my head slowly, smiling weakly. “I believe so, yes.”

“Well there is still the matter of that four way match you’re in this week against Frank, Alexander Koresh, and Ryan Pugh,” she tells me seriously. “Considering you’ve been booked, you’re contractually obligated to participate in that match.”

“Then I will do what I have done in each and every one of my matches here,” I declare, smiling brightly. “I will use my faith and abilities against those men and emerge victorious.”

After all, it was I who took advantage of a prematurely celebrating Ryan Pugh by hitting him with a shooting star DDT, one of my most devastating aerial maneuvers and scoring the pin fall victory over the cRu team last week. Surely I could do such a thing twice with my speed and agility. As for the sadistic one…Alexander Koresh…it has been known for sometime of his intent to get his hands on me and this week he will get his opportunity. Unfortunately for him, he will be unsuccessful in doing so. And then there is Frank, who I have faced previously and defeated as well. He knows that stepping into the ring with me is simply in the spirit of competition and afterwards the two of us will shake hands regardless of the victor. Frank is a tremendous competitor and not one to be taken lightly in any match, especially one that I know he is motivated to participate in. I pray that should I not be the winner of this match that it be him…

Paxar nods, grinning just a little at me as she pulls her pink cell phone out of her pocket and hands it to me. “Of course you will, Reya. Now maybe you should call Vanessa and inform her of your decision?”

“Yes, I should,” I reply as I take the phone from her and begin to dial.

A few moments pass until finally a voice answers on the other end…

“Vanessa, I have made a decision…”

The time has come for me to move on from this place and I will do so with my head held high. In this, my last match in this federation, I will stand tall as I face the Executioner, Alexander Koresh, and Ryan Pugh and I pray that I come out of it the victor. Perhaps one day I may return…I do not know. But I have for the most part enjoyed my time here and I will carry memories from this place that I will always treasure. So do not think of this as a goodbye from me. Think of this simply as…an hasta luego…