The Fourth Punic War

We go to Rome for the climax of the War with Carthage. Warhammer Wrestling Inc will make it's final
stand in defending the last city on the vengeance list for Thamptis, the Dark Warlock. With the world in
chaos from Thamptis's return strike for the nuclear missile strikes against his castle, and the world
quickly becoming cloaked in darkness, can anyone stand up to the might of Carthage? In wrestling, we
see the British Champion being crowned. Will it be Brice St Vient or Valora Salinas? KD Bacchus gets
his long awaited title shot against j0ker. He has defeated the champion before, will he win again? All
this and more in the Fourth Punic War!

The Board Meeting

In the depths of the Warhammer Corporation HQ complex near Hong Kong...
A room made up of chiseled bedrock with a smooth obsidian round table, with comfy padded chairs all

around, and video displays on the walls to simulate windows out to the East China Sea. Around this
table sit the Board Members of the entire company, also known from time forgotten as the Circle of
Fire.
At one end sits the stately Micheal Vastrix with his graying hair cut close, in his most expensive
business suit, and an easy smile.
To his left sits, Tehuai Anxiu. She is the Director of Asian Operations. She looks upon the other
members of the Board with barely contained disdain as she sits in a black gi with a red palm in a circle
with a black circle centered on the palm on the left side of her chest.
To his right, the ancient Sebastian Jalabert sits. He is the Director of North American Operations. He
sits in his wheel chair with his oxygen on and a young nurse standing behind him. If not for his crisp
business suit and soul piercing eyes, one would think of him as a century old corpse.
To Anxiu's left is Kirios Spatharsis. He is the Director of European Operations. Unlike the others who
sit in business suits or other wear, he sits in the dress uniform of a high ranked Shocktrooper. He
appears impatient as if waiting for the proceedings to carry on.
To Sebastian's right is Cardinal Mariano Urizar. He is the Director of African Operations and a Cardinal
within the Catholic Church. He is a giant of a man with a cruel sneer that doesn't seem to ever leave his
face.
To the left of Kirios is Herminia VanHeijden. She is the Director of South American Operations. She
leans back in her chair in a luxuriant bright colored dress with an easy smile.
To the right of Mariano is Hakim Firath. He is the Director of Australian Operations. A small man who
looks vaguely underfed, his nervous eyes dart from person to person in the meeting as if he's already
ready to run.
Allen Anderson sits next to Hakim Firath, rolling his eyes as Hakim whispers constantly to himself
about the supernatural threats that could be in this very room to want to kill him.
Druscilla sits between Anderson and Herminia. She smirks as Hakim's nervous gaze keeps falling on
her. When she greets his gaze, he goes pale, and looks away.
Micheal Vastrix pulls out a warhammer and bangs it on the table, creating sparks from the stone table.
Vastrix: "We are here to discuss the future of Warhammer Wrestling Inc and if we should continue to
support it with funds and security assets. The public eye has fallen upon this company and the way they
have endangered lives during the course of their tours. Some would whisper that many of the disasters
that the world has faced of late has the fingerprints of this company at their heart. Mr. Anderson and
Lady Bathory, have you anything to say before we begin?"
Anderson: "Warhammer Wrestling has been beset by enemies. This much is true. Someone within
Warhammer itself had conspired to bring my company down and bring it over to the United States
under his ownership in order to appease Sebastian Jalabert and increase his own influence. The man has
been taken care of in a traditional Warhammer fashion. We have used Warhammer Security forces and
have stood in the path of each danger that threatened the world. We have lost many lives in order to

stop these threats so that there would be a world left for our people to compete in so that we could
entertain the world and make money. I was the one to bring in Dr. Shultz into the company rather than
have him executed for helping a criminal mastermind. If not for me and my company, all of Germany
and more would also be in ruins. If not for my brave people, the passage of Carthage would have been
that much faster to Rome. There would be no Dire Marines to have stopped the Hand of Claw's armies.
For every negative rumor attached to my company, there has been two victories. This much alone
means to me that you need to keep supporting my company and letting us do our job in Rome to stop
the advance of Carthage once and for all."
Druscilla: "Now Anderson and I have disagreed on different things of late, but with this he and I are on
the same page. Warhammer Wrestling has done nothing, but show a noble side of the parent company
here in defending the people against the threats that plague the world. In fact...should Warhammer
choose to drop support of this fine company, I would wager that I could get the Crown to have the
United Kingdom take up support."
Micheal Vastrix cooly regards the Board of Directors, his expression guarded.
Vastrix: "Very nice opening statements. Now before I give my thoughts about Warhammer Wrestling, I
would like to hear each of your thoughts."
Spatharsis: "Warhammer Wrestling has been there for my division. When Europe was being attacked
by forgotten gods, brainwashed armies, mythical creatures, and the armies of Carthage, they were there
to stand in the way and fight. They have helped to add valuable assets to my division so that my people
would be better off in defending theirselves. They could have simply remained in Great Britain and
north where nothing was happening, but they inserted theirselves into the thick of things time and time
again where they could do the most good. I think we should continue to support this fine company.
They have even attracted allies to help defeat Carthage and have derailed their alliance with Greece.
We would be worse off without a company like Warhammer Wrestling in the world."
Jalabert: "Warhammer...Wrestling...has been...an inter...esting venture. I have...watched this
company...and Apex Wrestling...for some...time. I enjoy...watching...the shows...and am sorry...for
trying...to bring...the company...to my domain. It...should remain...supported."
Sebastian Jalabert breaks into a coughing fit, coughing into a bloody handkerchief. His nurse puts his
oxygen mask on him once he is finished coughing.
Anderson: "I just have to break in here for a moment. Sebastian, all is forgiven with the death of your
people. I can understand your passion about the kind of product that we put out. Maybe a tour of North
America is something that we should consider after touching base in England?"
Sebastian nods while the nurse holds onto his oxygen mask.
Firath: "This is insane! Do you know what kind of people that Warhammer Wrestling supports? All
kinds of filthy supernatural beasts! These filthy creatures compete with normal humans and totally
overpower them in the ring while the ref isn't looking. Anderson claims that he has management
watching as well to ensure that these cretins are not using their powers, but it never comes out that they
really are. I don't care that these people also help defend the company, they should all be put to the
torch to protect us of the normal humanity! If everyone of us here followed in the example of putting
the supernatural to the axe, then we wouldn't have these incidents like the Three Brothers coming to

power! They would have already been dead! In fact...I think we are far beyond the time of blanket
bombing the entire Restricted Area. These filthy creatures shouldn't be allowed to have HUMAN
RIGHTS! They should be wiped off of the face of the entire planet!"
Druscilla gives Hakim Firath a look, a little violet glowing in her eyes for a second. Hakim goes pale,
sputtering for a moment.
Firath: "See? How can they police the supernatural with one IN management? These...things...being
accepted will mark the end of good and proper human society! Kill each and every last one of them!
Warhammer Wrestling be damned! Drop it like a bad habit and burn this vampire before she can escape
our clutches!"
Kirios laughs while Hakim sits in his chair with veins popping out at his temples.
Spatharsis: "We are discussing the future of Warhammer Wrestling with respect to the bad name that
they have been bringing Warhammer overall, Hakim. We are not here to play at your paranoias and
genocidal dreams. This is a calm business discussion, not a witch hunt."
Hakim Firath stands up, glaring at Kirios.
Firath: "And we know the number of witches you keep in your employ, Kirios! Dirty little bitches who
are a plight on humanity! You are an enabler of Anderson and his brand of supernatural heresy! Gods,
vampires, dragons, and all of this nonsense!"
Spatharsis: "If I didn't employ the supernatural, who would have built your Tower of Silence or helped
give you the science to create your Ghost Knives? You are biting the hand that feeds you, good sir."
A warhammer slams against the table before Hakim can form an angry retort. All eyes turn to Micheal
Vastrix, who sighs.
Vastrix: "We are getting derailed here, folks. Hakim, we are not damning Warhammer Wrestling for
their supernatural policies or carpet bombing the Restricted Area. Can we continue?"
Hakim Firath sits down and glares at Druscilla, who just smirks back and gives a bit of a "toothy grin".
Hakim pales and looks away.
VanHeijden: "The chaos in Europe and on that side of the world has only effected me in the security
forces I have been sending to help the fighting. I don't have a problem with the company at all. In fact,
I love watching the...mmmmm...delicious talents of Warhammer Wrestling battle it out. Keep
supporting it, and Anderson, honey? A tour in South America to bring some much needed fun to my
domain would be awful nice."
Anderson laughs, making a note in his smart phone.
Anderson: "The New World does need a good dose of Warhammer Wrestling, doesn't it? It would be
my honor to come. Druscilla and I will have to discuss a tour through North and South America."
VanHeijden: "Many thanks, honey."

Eyes turn to Mariano Urizar and Tehuai Anxiu who had yet to speak. Mariano motions for Anxiu to
speak with a flourish of his hand and a grin. Anxiu sneers at him and begins.
Tehuai: "Warhammer Wrestling has proven to be an interesting distraction. Yes, they have stood against
those who have decided to run bloody paths through my domain as well as others and has cost me
millions. In the wake, those survivors have proven more...pliable...to Warhammer influence as we offer
to help rebuild the destroyed regions and help people find new homes and their lost families. It's the
stick that we didn't have to wield ourselves, but we come out of it smelling like roses. The sacrifices
made by Anderson's company only make us as the parent company look that much better. Now if we
speak on certain rude people within said company...I will deal with that on my own terms."
Anderson: "Um. Thank you for those kind words? Who is the-"
Tehuai: "He knows who he is and when we meet in person, I will be the one to take his life."
Druscilla writes something down on a bit of paper and shows Anderson under the table. It just says a
name.
j0ker.
Anderson nods, joining everyone in looking to Mariano Urizar.
Urizar: "This is stupid. This entire meeting is stupid. We can fight threats on our own terms. We don't
need a bunch of idiots in spandex deciding how we use our military forces. I say cut off their support
and let their little spandex people and what support we have sacrificed for them die off with the other
so called defenders. Then Carthage will stabilize once they have their revenge and we can deal with
them as we have dealt with any other conquering nation like we have since the dawn of the Sinister
Peace. In fact...I agree with that weakling, Firath, for once. Don't let Anderson or Bathory leave here
alive. I can kill them here and be done with it."
Druscilla grins at Mariano, her eyes glinting violet.
Druscilla: "Are you sure that you want to be trying that? It would be a shame to have this meeting end
with the death of a board member..."
Mariano grips the large silver cross around his neck tightly with a laugh. The cross and his hand begin
to glow brightly, the light making Druscilla shield her eyes with a hiss.
Urizar: "I am a Man of the Faith. Never will a vampire give me cause to have fear. I will hurl your soul
back screaming into Hell so you can remain with your consort, the Devil, for all time."
The light in the room begins to darken as the shadows deepen and the violet glow in Druscilla's eyes
begin to brighten.
Druscilla: "Do you really think that your faith can match my power?"
Mariano's eyes narrow as the glow around his hand glows brighter.
Urizar: "My Faith would send a thousand of you back into the Darkness..."

Vastrix: "This is why I don't do very many board meetings. Cardinal Urizar? Attack our guests at this
meeting and I will see to it that my Golden Legion execute you and all those loyal to you. And you
know that my Golden Legion is better than anything that you can come up with."
Mariano opens his mouth, but bites back an angry retort.
Urizar: "Fine, but this isn't over, Bathory."
Druscilla: "Lady Bathory to you. I am of noble birth."
Vastrix: "Ok. I have heard from everyone and here is what's going to happen. Anderson, Bathory, if
Warhammer Wrestling can stop Thamptis? We will continue to support the company. If not? Perhaps if
you survive, Great Britain would be willing to pick up the pieces. The Warhammer Corporation will
continue it's policy of dealing with the winners of the conflict as before. Get back to your places and
let's watch this conflict finish out."

The Ritual Begins

High over Vatican City, the Flying Castle hovers silently. Throughout Rome, a desperate battle goes on
between two forces with the defenders of Rome giving ground by the moment.
Thamptis stands at the balcony outside of his throne room. Behind him, his warlocks are finishing
preparing for his ritual to free his most powerful ally to date. The Hundred Handed Giants. From there,
he can then release the Titans.
Rome will burn and set his position of power forever. He will have two new allies and divide the globe
between three nations. Glorious.
Thamptis watches as building after building collapses in the city down below. One by one his
champions and his brothers have been slain. His protections have all been cast aside and he is now
vulnerable to destruction. Still...victory is so close. .
Thamptis hears the chanting behind him begin to rise. They are ready for him.
Two Rituals. One meant to secure his power and one meant to destroy him forever. One will succeed
and the other will fail.
Thamptis: "The Chinese witch will die on this day."
Down below on the ground, Cui Wan-ye walks around an arcane circle on the ground that glows a light
blue.
Everything for the ritual is in place and the Castle is overhead. Khonsu and Nebiryau have been slain. It
is time to begin the ritual to finish the Dark Warlock off once and for all.
Speaking loudly in a voice does not sound like her own voice and in a language older than her race, Cui

Wan-ye begins the ritual to end the war.

Opening
The lights in the arena go out, and for a moment it seems that everything would remain plunged into
darkness. Streams of light focus fifty feet above the ring where they become a holographic image of the
Flying Castle. The booming voice of Christopher Lee comes over the pa system.
"The Flying Castle of the Three Brothers of Carthage slowly makes its way down from the Heavens.
Their dark and terrible army is on the move to meet with them in Rome to burn the ancient city down
and slaughter its people for crimes committed so long ago."
"The heroes of the hour have their last desperate plans in place. Armed forces move into position to
wage war against Carthage one final time. Can the evil of the Dark Warlock be defeated or will the
Earth be covered in a darkness that will last forever?"
"The Fourth Punic War comes to it's conclusion tonight. Who will come out the winner?"
The JumboTron lights up and music begins as the lights around the arena slowly begin to turn back on,
but the entrance stage is left in darkness.

The song comes to a close and there is silence once more. It is quickly replaced by "the Imperial
March" by Metallica. The fans begin cheering as the last lights come on to reveal WWI Owner, Allen
Anderson.
Anderson smiles and waves to the crowd while he leans on his wooden cane with a crystal sphere on
the top with the symbol of the Roman Empire inside of it.
Anderson: "Hello! It's been a while since I have been able see all of the great fans of Warhammer
Wrestling! I know it's been a hard road for everyone as I have been allowed to keep tabs from where I
was being held captive. I know that the journey from Egypt to here has cost the lives of many fans,
soldiers, staff, and even some wrestlers. I want to recognize the kind of bravery that it takes to risk
certain death every time you have all come to watch a Warhammer Wrestling show. I am awarding
every person here in the audience tonight a lifetime pass to all future events!"
Anderson stops and grins as an overwhelming cheer hits him. It's a good ten minutes before the fans
calm down enough for Anderson to be able to speak again.
Anderson: "Tonight, we will crown a brand new British Champion! Thanks go to Ethan Mills for
working so hard to bring the championship back from limbo after the last holder of the title vanished in
Europe like so many others have done in the past."
"We will also see the Bloodstain championship up for grabs! After Maxwell Soloke and Sally Osgard
left for parts unknown, we had to find someone special to hold the title."
"And finally, KD Bacchus will get his real chance to take the World championship away from j0ker,

who has been also serving as our Head of Security. Well j0ker, just prepare for your match tonight!
Captain Trevor Maathai and Druscilla will be working on security tonight."
"No matter what tonight, folks, we will both be putting on a great show for you and defeating an
ancient evil that threatens to destroy everything we hold dear. That's just how Warhammer Wrestling
plays things out! Have a good night everyone!"
The fans cheer as Anderson makes his way to the back. The focus then goes down to the Commentary
table where sit Jane Coughlin and Neil Dizon sit.
Coughlin: "Good evening, wrestling fans! Welcome to Rome and the opening of the Fourth Punic
War!"
Dizon: "Well, technically the Fourth Punic War opened when we were in Cologne when the castle
began to rise. Still, it is the start of the ppv of the same name. It will be a doozy tonight and I already
have my escape path thought out. Where were we going to next when we lose? To the northeast will be
the armies of Carthage. To the northwest is the ruined lands of France that are quickly becoming part of
the Restricted Area. So, dead north to the Swiss?"
Coughlin: "No. There is no escape tonight. Everyone in this arena tonight has a gun. I know you have
one too. We will fight. There is no flee. If all seems lost, we have been told to surrender and hope they
will reform the company. Or you know, at least let us live."
Dizon: "When they say this? I don't recall us making a stand here!"
Coughlin: "You just make it a point to never listen in during the meetings. Do you?"
Dizon: "You mean the meeting via short wave radios from ship to ship while we were en route from
Bulgaria to Italy? We were still watching the skies in the hopes that Thamptis wouldn't strike us
directly!"
Coughlin: "Well as the returning Allen Anderson has told you, this will be a great night of action. It will
also one to hold the end of the last Brother as by all reports? Khonsu and Nebiryau have already been
slain."
Dizon: "The last one? Just the last one? This one destroys whole cities and has begun choking out the
world in ash and debris! You act like it's the last pin to knock down in bowling instead of a hill to
demolish with just an m-80!"
Coughlin: "Jesus, Neil! Let's just get to our first match before you have to go change your *beep*ing
tampon!"
Dizon: "Right. Tampon joke. It isn't the urge to stay alive or anything. So what is Ethan Mills doing
now that Anderson is back? He take on a new position?"
Coughlin: "No. Anderson offered him a major role coming up, but he said that he would be taking his
money and going into hiding so he didn't have to deal with what he had to deal with ever again."
Dizon: "Would I have known that I would have gone with him."

Coughlin: "And here imagine I was going to give the brave hero who helped save the day alongside me
a free hero *beep*, but I guess not now."
Dizon: "A what? I think I can risk life and limb for that."
Coughlin: "Good. If we win, you can have it."
Dizon: "Well then! Let's get this show on the road! Let me at the ugly ass Thamptis!"

Debut of Samantha Sterling

Theobald: "This next match is scheduled for one fall. Featuring first the challenger, weighing in at one
hundred thirty-seven pounds...Samantha Sterling!"
"Fantasy" by Maria Kanellis begins with Samantha Sterling walking onto the ring entrance. She makes
her way down to the ring with a silent crowd.
Coughlin: "It's amazing that someone would debut tonight after so many people died backstage at the
last show. You think that they would have sense enough to wait until the threat has passed."
Dizon: "There would be less hazard pay then. All about the money."
Theobald: "He opponent, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds..."Deathstryke" Cyan Komar!"
"War Ensemble" by Slayer begins as Cyan Komar walks down to the ring to a mixed reaction from the
fans. He rolls into the ring and gives Samantha a once over before sneering at her.
Komar: "You have no place being here. You're too soft."
Coughlin: "Cyan doesn't look like he's playing any games here."
Dizon: "He's always a dick."
Coughlin: "His friend that he's worked alongside for years died during the last show. I'm shocked he's
wrestling tonight."

As the bell rings to start the match, Cyan strikes Samantha with a knife edge thrust to the throat that
brings her to the mat, choking and gasping for air. The ref warns Cyan, but he shrugs the ref off.
Cyan stands by the side, waiting for Samantha to rise to her feet, and strikes out with the ball of his foot
while using his leg like the chain of a whip.
Coughlin: "Kwon's Flail! He used Takeda's finisher! Samantha looks like she's already finished."
Dizon: "Looks like she's realized that she's more of a night club singer than a wrestler?"
Cyan places a foot on Samantha's chest for the pinfall. The ref gets into position and counts the three
count.
Theobald: "Your winner via pinfall...Cyan Komar!"
Coughlin: "Not the best opening match, but we didn't expect too much out of Samantha Sterling to be
honest."
Dizon: "I may visit her during the break and play a bit while she's out."
Coughlin: "Gross."

Power of Nebiryau
At a church towards the center of Rome, Vatican soldiers stand by the double doors that lead into the
main chapel with huddled masses of frightened Italians behind them. The Priest stands at the podium
and tries to keep them calm, but even he flinches each time the door is smashed into.
The Priest swallows hard and attempts to continue.
Priest: "Fear not, brothers and sisters! The Word of God flows with the Paladins that protect us! They
will not allow the filth of Carthage to enter upon Holy Ground! They will-"
The Priest shouts in fright as the doors explode inwards into splinters as a tentacle as thick as a semitrailer bursts in. It slithers away as soon the door is gone, leaving behind a thick trailer of slime and
several crushed Paladins. The tentacle is replaced by howling Dog humanoids, who rush in and cut
down the remaining Paladins in seconds. They remain by the door, growling at the frightened civilians.
Nebiryau walks through the door with a wide grin and his sword in hand. He looks to the priest.
Nebiryau: "I have to admit that it was rather cunning of your ancestors to hide my treasures in places of
power where I could not go or sense when I was a Child of the Night. But since I have been cured, my
sight was restored. Now give me the Stone of White. Please."
The Priest stares at Nebiryau with wide open eyes, sweat pouring off of his brow.

Priest: "I-I don't have any idea what you might be talking about! A white stone?"
Nebiryau chuckles, taking a couple of steps down the aisle.
Nebiryau: "Surely they trained you better than this? When the Roman Legionaries defeated me in what
is now Libya, they took from my possession five stones. I have already gutted four churches in finding
my treasures. Let this be the one that stands and simply hand over the stone and we will leave."
The Priest shakes his head, clutching at the podium to keep himself from falling.
Priest: "A power like the Stone of White? The Pope would have such a thing so he can protect the
entire city from your ilk!"
Nebiryau laughs, taking a step toward the podium.
Nebiryau: "The Pope? Would the powers that be let my Stones falls to a mere political leader? They left
the Stones to Priests who had been in Rome since your Prophet had walked the Earth. They would only
trust my Stones to those whose families reach back to his original followers. Who does your blood call
back to. Hmm?"
The Priest clutches even tighter at the podium while the civilians look to him. In a voice that can almost
not be heard over the chaos.
Priest: "Peter."
Nebiryau: "What? What was that? The follower who denied the Prophet three times after his
execution? Such amusement that the pure stone would have been left to such a person! Now...hand over
the Stone of White or you will know the power of the other stones and how they enhance my abilities
beyond mortal comprehension."
The Priest shakes his head, drawing up his courage and standing tall.
Priest: "Never."
Nebiryau: "The Stone of Green."
Nebiryau motions with his left hand, a green glow around it. His Dog soldiers double in size, their jaws
growing oversized fangs dripping with venom.
Nebiryau: "The Stone of Blue."
He motions with his right hand, a blue glow around it. The Dog Soldiers move almost faster than the
mortal eye can follow, threatening the front row of civilians with their swords and fangs.
Nebiryau: "The Stone of Red."
The weapons of the Dog Soldiers grow and burst into flames. Several civilians fall dead to the ground,
the sudden growth of the weapons impaling them. The other civilians scream and back away.

Nebiryau: "The Stone of Bla-"

Priest: "Enough! Please spare my people inside this church and I will give you the stone. Do not
unleash dark magics here. I beg of you..."
Nebiryau: "Of course. I will not harm a soul in this building if you hand me the Stone of White."
Nebiryau walks up as the Priest produces a small white stone that size and shape of a marble. Once
Nebiryau has it, he places it in an empty place on his belt.
Nebiryau: "Thank you. Though, Son of Peter, if I am not mistaken? I am to understand that souls
cannot easily be harmed. The physical body though..."
Nebiryau runs his hand into the Priest's chest and rips out his heart.
Nebiryau: "Kill everyone here. Let their God protect their souls from harm."
The civilians begin screaming again as the Dog Soldiers launch their attack.
Nebiryau: "I am whole once again, able to reach the deepest levels of my mastery."
Nebiryau looks around to see that the slaughter has only taken seconds. He smiles.
Nebiryau: "Now to find the Playboy Hero and finish this between us..."

God of War
Thirty miles east of Rome...
Ares, the God of War, rides on a mammoth steam driven clockwork horse made of black wrought iron.
A bribe from the God of the Forge to stay away from his wife long before.
Behind him is a mighty army. His Spatori (his own personal champions), Greek soldiers, Cyclops,
Minotaurs, and other creatures of Olympian mythology.
Ares stops and holds up a hand for his host to stop at the sight of three young men in the middle of the
road. He brings his mechanical steed alongside them and dismounts with a leap to land in front of them.
Ares: "My children have come to join me in my quest to finish the Dark Warlock. We should celebrate
this reunion after the fighting!"
When Ares's cheerful greeting is not returned, he frowns.
Ares: "Enyalios, Deimos, and Phobos. I sense that something wrong. What is it?"
Deimos draws his sword with gritted teeth.

Deimos: "You wonder what is wrong? You allowed a mere mortal to kill our sister!"
Ares: "Allowed? I was entrapped inside of an amulet. I could not allow or disallow anything. It did not
slip my notice that a mere mortal came to save me rather than one of my children. And the final thing to
consider was that your sister was insane!"
Enyalios and Phobos also draw their swords.
Phobos: "If you had supported her instead of locking her away, this would have never happened!"
Enyalios: "We tried to get Hades to release her back to us, but our Great Uncle would not agree unless
it was in trade."
Ares looks at the three of them, all with looks of determination. He chuckles, drawing his own sword.
Ares: "And so this is why you have come here. You intend on trading me for your sister. I am the God
of War, each of you represent but a facet of the whole that I am. Yes, Mirsena does as well. You want to
go down this road? I will send you all to the Underworld to join Mirsena. A virile God such as myself
can always have more children..."
Deimos strikes first with a slash of his sword, Ares parries and shoves Deimos back nearly twenty feet
to the ground. Phobos attacks next with a thrust, but Ares sidesteps his attack and parries an attack from
Enyalios.
This goes on for nearly thirty minutes with Ares on the defensive until he disarms Deimos, parries
Enyalios, and grabs Phobos by the sword arm.
Ares: "Fear my strength!"
With a shout, Ares rips the arm of Phobos off at the elbow and uses the sword in his hand to slash
across the ribcage of Deimos.
Deimos lands on his back, gushing blood from his deep gash and broken ribs. Phobos draws back,
trying to staunch the bleeding from his ruined arm. Enyalios holds out his sword in a defensive
position, going pale at how events turned around in seconds.
Enyalios: "You are on the wrong side, father! Please see reason!"
Ares swings his sword at Enyalios to press him back with a laugh.
Ares: "Right side. Wrong side. It doesn't really matter to me. What matters is that Thamptis chose to
back my insane daughter against me instead of asking for my aid. This is a hard lesson he will learn. I
am about War! I am not about who is right and who is wrong. That is for philosophers and politicians."
Enyalios: "Then you could join us once Thamptis apologized for his actions?"
Enyalios continues to backpedal. Ares steps past the fallen forms of Deimos and Phobos with a feral
grin.

Ares: "You still don't grasp the lay of things, boy! I'm not about apologies, treaties, making sure you
have enough ammo before going into battle, or any of these things. For those things? You must see my
sister, Athena. For all of the most savage aspects of war? I am there. Thamptis challenged me. I will
answer with bloodshed in the same way I lose three children today..."
Enyalios stops backpedaling and sheathes his sword with a grin.
Enyalios: "Then I take more after my Aunt Athena in the ways of war."
Enyalios looks down at the feet of Ares and he follows the gaze. He stands within an arcane circle. He
looks up at Enyalios with a wild expression.
Ares: "What is this?"
Ares slashes at Enyalios, but it smashes against the air at the edge of the mystic circle, creating sparks
in mid-air. Phobos and Deimos walk up to join Enyalios, their wounds healing.
Enyalios: "Our Great Uncle has said that once you were contained, to call upon him and he would
come."
Deimos brings a dark brass horn to his lips and blows. The sound comes out in a low booming tone that
shakes the ground. Ares hammers against the walls of his prison, rage contorting his features.
Ares: "I will escape from the Underworld. When I do? I will hunt down each of you and tear you all
apart with my bare hands!"
The ferocity of Ares is such that even the Gods of Terror and Panic in Deimos and Phobos are taken
aback.
The ground shakes and tears itself open under the feet of Ares. He falls down into the depths as
Mirsena rises back up to the ground with her sword at her back. She smiles as Ares vanishes with the
ground closing back up.
Mirsena: "Goodbye, father! Say hello to Great Uncle Hades for me! Kiss, kiss!"
Mirsena turns to Enyalios And hugs him tightly.
Mirsena: "Thank you! Now...to Rome!"

Russian Imperialism
Ionis Miranov, Commander in Chief of the Russian military (and with the recent destruction of
Moscow, leader of all of Russia at the moment), walks through the back stage through the staff
entrance. He is greeted by a pair of Shocktroopers, who get his ID.
Miranov: "Excuse me, please? I am seeking Druscilla."

Shocktrooper: "I am sorry, but she is in a meeting right now. I can take you to Captain Trevor Maathai
in the meantime?"
Commander Miranov seems to consider it for a moment before nodding.
Miranov: "That will be fine. Thank you."
A few minutes later and Commander Miranov is in the Security Control Room. Captain Trevor Maathai
rises from his chair and greets him with a hearty hand shake that turns into an embrace.
Maathai: "Ionis! Old friend! How are you? I heard what happened in Russia. It's terrible, but at least for
the now everything is at your hand now. Makes it easier to guide the nation to help fight off evil so it
doesn't happen again. Makes a person glad he didn't stay with Warhammer Security I bet!"
Commander Miranov's grin falters a little, but goes back into place.
Miranov: "If it would have meant not having to deal with the crisis that Russia now faces and not lose
everyone that we have lost, I would have gladly remained a Shocktrooper. Where was your family at?"
Maathai: "Moscow. My ancestors had moved there after the second world war as their original homes
were gone."
Miranov: "My family had relocated to a smaller city years ago, but still. Russia lost millions of lives in
this. Our entire way of life is at risk unless I can keep a tight control of things. I would see
satisfaction."
Trevor Maathai nods and points to one of the screens that is tied into a satellite feed of the region.
Maathai: "The castle will be here soon. The forces of Carthage are on their way across the sea from the
ruins of Turkey. They have a lot of soldiers from the nations that have surrendered in order to save
cities from being destroyed. There's a lot of mythological creatures as well as constructs of varying
sizes. They will be the most dangerous that your soldiers will face."
Ionis Miranov nods, though he doesn't seem to be really listening. He points to a map of Europe.
Miranov: "I heard rumors that Great Britain was moving back towards an Imperial Age where nobility
and the crown have a greater say. I have wondered about a similar system in Russia. One where a
strong central ruler kept control over the nation."
Trevor places a hand on Ionis's shoulder.
Maathai: "These rumors are false. England will remain as she always has been. I know it will be more
trouble, but you must set up the Russian government to be as it was. It will be better for everyone
involved."
Ionis Miranov pulls away from Trevor Maathai and nods.
Miranov: "Perhaps it is for the best. Now we are a fresh forged sword of one mind, but it will not
always remain thus. The people will want freedom. Thank you, old friend. I need to attend to my forces

so they are ready for impact. Stay safe, Captain Maathai."

Maathai: "Stay safe, Commander Miranov."
Captain Maathai watches as Commander Miranov leaves before pulling up a Warhammer
Communication System. He curses as the first two attempts result in failure. The third time brings up
Captain Ivan Zolokov of the Hunters of the Wastes, a Siberian based Shocktrooper Elite Force.
Maathai: "Captain Zolokov. Good to see you alive. Not make the train to Rome?"
Captain Zolokov looks sternly into the camera as if unused to using it. A thick beard and fur hat combo
almost hide a long scar from his forehead to the bottom of his jaw that goes through one eye, leaving it
milky white.
Zolokov: "We all play our part in this. We have been hunting down a large hut that walks around on
giant chicken wings. Scouts show that it is headed for the remains of Moscow."
Captain Maathai let's his jaw fall open in shock, but then remembers the myths that he himself has
battled in recent months.
Maathai: "The Old Crone herself? Why would? Nevermind. Good luck with your hunting, Captain
Zolokov."
Zolokov: "I assume you did not call me to wish me luck in fighting Baba Yaga. What do you want?"
Maathai: "After this war here is over, you need to keep watch over Commander Ionis Miranov. I feel
that he is becoming tempted to make himself Tsar and abolish the former government."
Captain Zolokov stares at Trevor for a time before answering.
Zolokov: "Republic, Communist State, Monarchy. It means little to us in Siberia. Still, if it important to
you then we will watch him if he comes home alive."
Maathai: "Thank you. It means a lot to me."
Before Trevor can reach to kill the connection, he sees the camera view shift as Captain Zolokov
shoves the tablet computer away instead of killing the connection.
Zolokov: "That Captain Trevor Maathai is trying to tell us, the Hunters of the Waste, what to do about
Commander Ionis Miranov. He thinks that Miranov might make himself the first Tsar in about a
century. He thinks it really matters in the long run. Warhammer might find it good to have a former
Shocktrooper turned Russian Tsar as an ally. Less hoops to jump through. That Maathai is an idiot with
too many sentimentalities. Oh really? Still connected?"
Captain Zolokov looks into the camera with a sneer to see Captain Maathai's anger.
Zolokov: "We will welcome Miranov the First should he return to Mother Russia alive. You left long
ago and so have nothing to say about the future of your homeland."

Maathai: "You are a fool, Zolokov. Should we ever get the chance to meet in person, I am going to
shoot you."
Zolokov: "Good. I will enjoy gutting you like a fish."
This time Captain Zolokov remembers to kill the connection. Trevor slams his fist onto the table,
uttering a few choice words in Russian.
Maathai: "Idiots like that is why I left Russia..."

Defensive Meeting
In a large meeting room, Allen Anderson enters and sits down at a large table with j0ker, Druscilla,
Captain Trevor Maathai, Cui Wan-ye, and Xan Xing.
Anderson: "j0ker? I thought I gave you the night off of security?"
j0ker shakes his head with a grin.
j0ker: "As soon as I give a report, I'm going to finish getting ready for Bacchus."
Anderson nods, looking to Cui Wan-ye and Captain Maathai.
Anderson: "Captain Maathai, good to see you. I'm glad that Warhammer decided to allow j0ker have a
liaison instead of forcing him to navigate those treacherous waters on his own. Cui Wan-ye, I don't
believe that we have had the chance to meet. I am Allen Anderson, owner of this company. You are?"
Cui Wan-ye bows slightly to Anderson, which he returns.
Cui: "I am Cui Wan-ye and I am descended from Cui Jiaqui, the Wu Jen who cast the original Curse of
the Sunstone which had trapped Thamptis. I am also from the House of the Jade Tiger."
Anderson: "And the House of the Jade Tiger is part of the Warrior House thing that Xan Xing is a part
of? Also, Xan Xing, long time since we last met. I wish it was under better circumstances."
Xan Xing smiles, but he can't quite hide the tension in his eyes.
Xan: "Always a pleasure, sir. You know with my duties of late with Grandmother, it makes me wish I
was wrestling again sometimes. But yes, the House of the Jade Tiger is with the Warrior Houses just
like my role with the House of the Celestial Dragon."
Anderson: "Good. So where are we in defeating Carthage?"
Cui Wan-ye looks around at the people at the table, lingering a little at Druscilla before moving on.
Cui: "Well a lot depends on two key factors. One is getting Thamptis and the Flying Castle over
Vatican City where I have everything prepared. The other is making sure that both Khonsu and

Nebiryau have been killed. If this is not done, then Thamptis will only become cursed and not
destroyed. Has this been done?"
Captain Maathai looks to j0ker, who clears his throat.
j0ker: "All this happened when I was away in Greece. Don't be silly, Captain. Take the credit for this."
Captain Maathai: "Khonsu was found beheaded in the arena while we were evacuating. Nebiryau was
mortally wounded by KD Bacchus, but his body was taken away by Lady Apathy. So yes, both of the
little brothers have been killed."
Cui Wan-ye sighs in relief, which is matched by everyone at the table.
Wan-ye: "According to Rose Johnston, Thamptis will be heading for Vatican City to enact a ritual to
open Tartarus to bring out the Hekatonkheires in the first part of a plan to free the Titans and bring
them into his service. This is the exact spot we need him in for me to enact the Curse of the Sunstone to
destroy him once and for all."
Anderson: "Good. Anything else we can add to this that's turning the tide in our direction?"
j0ker: "When I was in Greece, I managed to take out Mirsena, Goddess of Destruction. Ares was freed
and took over the Greek forces to help us and gain some vengeance against Thamptis."
Anderson: "Good job."
Druscilla raises an eyebrow.
Druscilla: "You managed to kill the Goddess? That must have been some great scene from the stories of
old."
j0ker shrugs with a chuckle, rising from his seat.
j0ker: "It was indeed. I used her own sword to kill her while her face melted. Oh and the gift you had
sent was quite enjoyable. I will have to return the favor someday, my lady."
Druscilla smirks as j0ker leaves the room to prepare for his match. Anderson waves an eyebrow at
Druscilla, but she waves it off with a hand.
Druscilla: "Little joke between the two of us, nothing to worry about."
Captain Maathai: "Rose Johnston contacted us. She and Osiris are leading an army of the undead
against the Governor of Cairo left behind by Thamptis. I guess he's Anubis, the Son of Osiris himself?
They should be at Cairo now in battle to defeat and knock some sense into the corrupted God."
Anderson: "Our Rose Johnston is helping lead an army of the dead?"
Cui Wan-ye nods solemnly.
Cui: "After Captain Rogers fells in battle, she sought a weakness in the Dread Dragon in the deepest

secrets of the Library of Alexandria. She was transformed by what she discovered. A normal person
would have gone insane and died, but she was protected by her personal quest for vengeance. It won't
be long before Egypt is returned to the Egyptians, though they may be transformed forever with the
return of their Gods."
Anderson: "The Dire Marines will be here soon and they even have Matthew Empson with them. It's a
relief that he survived the carnage in Paris and maybe with his return, he will learn to control his
mouth."
Druscilla: "Interesting. We have support in Rome by the British military. Also from the United States,
Germany, Russia, and a few other nations are moving into position. I can send orders for them to retreat
into a cordon at a point in the fighting to allow the enemy in to set up the trap."
Anderson: "Sounds good to me, but um, Captain?"
Maathai: "They won't fall for any half-methods. Those soldiers will have to sell this tactic with their
lives to ensure that Thamptis, or whatever commander he has on the ground, feel that it's victory in
their grasp and not a trap."
Druscilla stares at Captain Maathai for a long time before nodding with an easy smile.
Druscilla: "I know all about such tactics. I know exactly how to get soldiers to sell their lives to save
the world."
Anderson: "Good. Though this does bring up a question. Thamptis has not led his forces in person. He
has always relied on Nebiryau and Khonsu. Does he have another commander to take control on the
ground? Would he pull Elizabeth Devereaux or Valora Salinas to do this?"
Captain Maathai shakes his head, pulling over a tablet and opening up a slide show.
Maathai: "Neither Miss Devereaux or Miss Salinas have any command experience that I've been able to
find. Nothing beyond the squad level anyway. We have some pictures of a commander that took control
of the battle in Burgas while the two brothers were fighting inside the arena."
Pictures show of a lumbering metal behemoth. A golem that stands nearly thirty feet tall with a clear
chamber in it's chest where a humanoid shape can be seen that appears to be burned black beyond all
recognition. It directs soldiers and monsters and they obey without question.
Anderson: "What is that?"
Maathai: "I've had some intelligence gathered from captives. This creature now goes by Kraathenskel.
The stories I got it that he was a disgraced Shocktrooper from someplace that was sent to Desolation.
They thought that he had died from the cancers and diseases that run rampant in that place. They
burned him in that day's funeral pyre. The stories are unclear how he made it to be found by the
servants of the Three Brothers, but he was transformed into what he is now."
Anderson: "Interesting. They get the Comm system back up yet?"
Maathai: "Yes, sir, but-"

Anderson: "Good. Patch me through to the Cardinal."

Maathai: "Are you sure about that? So soon since the mee-"
Anderson: "I am certain about this. Patch me through please."
Captain Maathai gives Anderson an uncertain look, but sighs with a smile.
Captain Maathai: "Yes, sir!"
A few moments later the glowering face of Cardinal Mariano Urizar is on the screen.
Urizar: "What do you want, Anderson? I just got home not long ago and hadn't even had the chance to
call my assassins to take out you and your vampiric ally yet."
Anderson: "And we will enjoy them when they come, Cardinal. I have called about another matter. The
current lead commander of Carthage's military..."
Urizar: "I told you that I'm not going to clean up your mess in Europe. You've done enough damage in
my Division!"
Anderson: "Let me send you some pictures. That will help clear things up."
A few minutes later, Mariano glares at Anderson as if sending his hate through the video feed.
Urizar: "What is this nonsense?"
Anderson: "That is your creation. One of your dead didn't stay dead. He's alive and in the service to
Carthage. How many Warhammer secrets are in his head? The location of Desolation perhaps? I know
that science cannot locate your industrial hell, but he can. What will the nations of the world do if they
knew of this place that you have? This cancer of the world that draws in and uses up thousands of lives
weekly? The public relations alone would mean disaster. The Circle of Fire would cut the entire African
Division and help put you down like a rabid dog. Gleefully I might add."
Urizar: "What do you want from me?"
Anderson: "Come and clean up your mess personally. I expect you and your Blood Merchants here
within the hour. If international soldiers catch him first and he spills your secrets? I won't be
responsible for the crusade that will come next."
Urizar: "I can't get. FINE! We will be there within the hour. I'll bring everything that I can to the table
to Rome. Look on from the arena as I bring this unholy...thing...to an end. My Desolation brings
weapons and armor to the company. My Desolation allows the sinners of the world a chance at eternal
salvation through their labors. You will pay for this, Anderson. Once the world's eye is off of you, my
assassins will bring you to me and my Inquisitors will keep you alive for decades as you are put
through the most exquisite tortures that will keep you screaming in pain for thousands of years after I
have personally cast your soul into Hell!"

The feed is cut off and Anderson sits back in his chair and smiles. Druscilla let's out a dry chuckle.
Druscilla: "You have a way with words, Allen. He already wanted to kill us."
Anderson: "Another player on the table. Who knows? Maybe this Kraathenskel will kill him. Though
mind, his death will bring bloodshed to Africa since someone may try to bring down the Cardinal's son
before he can take control. I don't know too much about him since he's never been seen in public."
Druscilla: "I heard that he runs Desolation for his father."
Anderson: "I heard that as well, but I've never been there since I would prefer to remain illness free.
Well, shall we see what's going on in the ring?"

No Holds Barred

Theobald: "This next match is scheduled for one-"

Coughlin: "I think they've already started backstage, Stephen."
Theobald: "Damn it!"
The JumboTron lights up to reveal Lenneth and Lilly in the backstage area in the room with the table of
food for staff and wrestlers. Lenneth flies across the room with a fireball in her belly, slamming into a
wall. Lilly strides across the room, blazing ribbons of power trailing behind her.
Lilly: "You think you can just waltz in and steal my man? I mourned his death! You could have told me
that he lived and allowed him to come to me!"
Lenneth bursts from the wall, shaking off drywall dust. He eyes Lilly with anger.
Lenneth: "I am not stealing your man! I saved him so that he might help battle evil. Nothing more!"
Electrical energy flows down Lilly's arms from her shoulders, streaming from her fingertips to slam
into Lenneth's shield.
Lilly: "LIAR! I know the truth! I know what you want from Kronin! I have seen the way you act
around him!"

Lenneth grits her teeth, fighting to push back against the lightning bit by bit so she can get closer to
Lilly.
Lenneth: "You are nothing, but a low class witch! I'll show you what we do to idiot witches!"
Lenneth turns the lightning away and thrusts at Lilly with her spear. Lilly side steps the spear and
brings an elbow down on Lenneth's shoulder hard enough to force her to drop the spear to the floor.
She grabs the shield, but it's strapped to Lenneth's arm, so she quickly brings to arm and shield up to
smash Lenneth in the jaw. She pushes Lenneth to the wall with both hands around her throat. Hands
that glow cherry red as if on fire as Lilly spouts a stream of dark words.
Lenneth slams the shield into the side of Lilly head hard enough to break her fiery grip and break the
straps on her shield. As Lilly staggers, Lenneth grabs her and power bombs her through a wall.
Lenneth walks over, picking up her spear, and then back to the still downed Lilly.
Lenneth: "You could have avoided this, little witch."
As Lenneth raises the spear, she catches an elbow to the side of the head. Kronin steps between Lilly
and Lenneth with a fierce expression.
Kronin: "A match is one thing, but you can't kill my girl!"
Lenneth: "She was going to kill me!"
Kronin looks back at Lilly sadly and then back to Lenneth.
Kronin: "I know. She needs our help to get her away from Sikarin Tsooth."
A sphere of energy strikes Lenneth in the chest, sending her through the wall into an empty dressing
room, and explodes.
Kronin: "Lenneth!"
Kronin turns back to Lilly, who is holding her arm and is crying?
Lilly: "I can't be saved...I won't lose you again."
Kronin: "How are you? Lilly?!"
Lilly fades away even as Kronin reaches for her. He sighs and turns back to check on Lenneth.
Back at ringside...
Dizon: "I guess we won't be having a real match?"
Coughlin: "Looks that way."

Russian Imperialism Part Two

Commander Ionis Miranov walks past security on the way out of the building. Once outside of the
arena, he looks up to scan the sky until he sees the Flying Castle in the distance. He brings up a cell
phone and hits a button, speaking in Russian.
"We have tried the long range missile volleys. The Dark Warlock has wards set up to stop them. That or
he redirects them back at strategic targets."
Ionis frowns, but grins when he sees Druscilla standing next to him.
Miranov: "It was something that seemed better than just waiting for him to arrive."
Druscilla chuckles, but cuts it short abruptly.
Druscilla: "I think what happened to Russia was terrible, but you do know that they did shout down
people in the United Nations in order to be able to destroy a part of Bulgaria forever. You want the real
truth? It lies in this riddle. What's the best way to defeat an enemy?"
Ionis frowns, shaking his head.
Miranov: "The best way to defeat an enemy is to hit them with the Russian military."
Druscilla grins, a light chuckle in the air.
Druscilla: "Let's speak more on the real answer to that in my office. I think you'll be surprised."

Rematch!
Wrestlers must come down to the ring, injured or not!

Kronin and Lenneth are in Kronin's dressing room. A mirror on the wall begins to cloud up, causing
Kronin to back away quickly from it.
Lenneth narrows her eyes, standing in front of the mirror.

Lenneth: "It's Asgardian magic we are seeing here."

The clouds clear away to reveal a different room. Loki sits at a desk with a grin.
Loki: "My dear Lenneth. It is so good to see you are in good health!"
Lenneth shakes her head, clearly annoyed by Loki's humors.
Lenneth: "What is it that you want, snake? Still hiding on Midgard from Thor? What your adopted son
did to the Lady Sif angers him more and more as her belly swells."
Loki just shrugs with a dry chuckle.
Loki: "As much as I would like to discuss my grandchild's impending birth and my brother's
displeasure over his wife's infidelity? I contacted you to warn you, my love."
Kronin watches on with an eyebrow raised. It is a rare sight to see a Valkyrie shudder, but Lenneth does
just that.
Lenneth: "I am not a lover of yours. What is it?"
Loki: "One of my children has gone free and has joined with your enemy. She should be there soon."
Lenneth: "What child is this of yours?"
Kronin and Lenneth both look at the floor as it cracks loudly.
Loki: "The Horned Queen of the Dark Feast. Lithahkis."
A two foot tall ivory horn bursts through the floor, shattering the mirror on the wall.
Lenneth: "That's just the tip of her head. Run! We won't have enough room to move here!"
Kronin grabs a pair of heavy pistols, following Lenneth into the hallway. They find Fantomas in the
hall with a sledgehammer.
Kronin: "Fantomas? It is you and not j0ker, right? Why are you-"
Lenneth: "Not the time for conversation!"
A humanoid creature bursts through the door, wall, and even rips through the ceiling. She stands twelve
feet tall and seemingly nearly as wide. Covered in dark green scales with bare patches of what appears
to be rotting flesh. A crown of three bone horns is jutting from her forehead. Her jaw opens wider than
belief, a gap nearly large enough to take in a grown man with a single bite. Rows of deadly sharp teeth
with the rotted remains of past meals between them. Inside that gaping maw is even more horrors.
Dozens if not hundreds of mouths full of deadly teeth open on the inside of her mouth. All together, a
chorus of demonic roars rips through the hallway.

Kronin draws both heavy pistols, taking aim.

Kronin: "Kill it!"
Fantomas swings his sledgehammer, slamming it into the side of the creature. The impact creates a
wave rippling through the fat layers of the creature.
Kronin unloads both guns at point blank range, the rounds tearing into the flesh of Lithahkis.
Lenneth leaps into the air from the other side, bringing the tip of her spear down into the chest of
Lithahkis and riding it down as the spear tears open a wide gash.
Lithahkis: "I will eat you all!"
Lithahkis grabs Fantomas around the middle, lifting him up, and slamming him through the wall before
dragging him back. She backhands Lenneth, knocking her to the floor before grabbing Kronin around
the waist as well. She smashes his head into pipes in the torn open ceiling.
Kronin attempts to fire the guns into the wide open mouth of Lithahkis, but a long tongue lashes out,
splitting apart, and ripping the weapons from Kronin's hands while tearing the flesh with barbs. The
guns are drawn back into her maw and shoved into two wide open mouths to vanish.
Kronin: "Fantomas! Ideas?"
Fantomas brings the sledgehammer down against the horn on her head, breaking the top foot of it off.
Lithahkis let's out a chorus scream of pain, tossing Kronin into Lenneth, and sending the both of them
down the hallway. She grabs Fantomas by the head with her now free hand and begins to squeeze.
Once she releases his head, she holds him over her maw as if to eat him. Fantomas pulls up the bottom
of his mask, spitting a lot of black fluid into her mouth.
Lithahkis drops Fantomas, staggering back into the dressing room with a chorus of retching sounds.
Fantomas hits the floor, pulling a vial out of a hidden pocket, and drinking it.
Kronin and Lenneth rejoin Fantomas in front of Kronin's dressing room. They watch as Lithahkis
clutches at her throat, a series of explosions going off from within her. She falls backwards into the
hole she came out of and is gone.
Kronin leans against a wall, wiping blood from his face.
Kronin: "What did you do to her?"
Fantomas touches his mask with a chuckle.
Fantomas: "She broke every one of j0ker's compartments at once. Whatever the stuff mixes together as
must have reacted rather badly inside of her."
Fantomas falls into the broken remains of a couch, clutching at his head.

Fantomas: "I think she also broke my head."

Kronin: "So why were you outside of my room with a sledgehammer?"
Fantomas rubs the back of his head with a laugh.
Fantomas: "We were to fight no matter what, so I was going to ambush you?"
Lenneth: "You cowardly-"
Kronin places a hand on Lenneth's leg with a chuckle.
Kronin: "It's wrestling. It's what we do. So, I don't think I'm going to get up right now. Concussion and
all that rot. You still looking to do this ambush thing?"
Fantomas acts like he's looking around for his sledgehammer and shrugs.
Fantomas: "I think that thing ate my hammer. And besides...I think I might just sit here for a bit.
Broken head and all that rot. Think they'll be pissed if we don't wrestle?"
Kronin looks at the hole in the floor where the echoing pained screams of Lithahkis can still be faintly
heard.
Kronin: "What are they going to do? Fire us?"
Fantomas: "If they do, I bet we could get on with Apex wrestling in a heartbeat."
Kronin: "Good. Lenneth, you want to make the call for medics?"

Talon of the Phoenix

In the back hallways not far from the dressing room of KD Bacchus, a door bursts in as Nebiryau enters
the hall from a side room. He scans about the hallway with a grin.
Nebiryau: "Come out Playboy Hero. Bacchus...I know you're in one of these rooms readying yourself
for the World title match of this company. I will kill you first!"
A door opens, but Nebiryau's grin fades when he sees that it is "Deathstryke" Cyan Komar with his
sword drawn.
Nebiryau: "This does not concern you, Idasu. Go back home to China."
Cyan glides into an offensive stance with his sword.
Komar: "Your creature killed my friend and you threaten the security of this company. These things are
my concern."

Nebiryau sneers, getting into his own stance.

Nebiryau: "You couldn't match me before with your stolen sword, the Talon of the Phoenix, Idasu.
What makes you think that you can now?"
Cyan lashes out with a series of slashes that puts Nebiryau on the defensive.
Komar: "My name is Cyan. I strike you down in the name of Takeda Yokosuda!"
Nebiryau locks up Cyan's blade with a parry and reaches to punch him in the heart. Cyan backs away
into a side flip, planting his feet on the wall. He leaps into a spin with his sword, knocking Nebiryau's
sword away, and cutting into Nebiryau's armor in six places with two of the cuts drawing blood.
Before Cyan can regain his balance, Nebiryau backhands him with a gauntlet. Cyan is sent smashing
against the wall with his sword flying from his hand. He feels the side of his face, already bruising and
bloody.
Cyan quickly rises to his feet, dodging to the side as Nebiryau lunges in to crush him with his fist.
Nebiryau: "Stone of Red!"
The impact point at the hallway wall explodes with fury, the shockwave sending Cyan rolling down the
hallway.
Nebiryau: "Stone of Blue!"
Cyan gets back to his feet just in time to deflect nearly two score punches and kicks from Nebiryau.
Komar: "My cause is just."
Nebiryau: "Stone of Green!"
Cyan slips on an odd black glove and blocks a dark green stream of goo from Nebiryau's finger. The
goo begins to hiss, but Cyan places the palm of the glove against Nebiryau's breast plate and lashes at it
with a stone in his other hand.
Nebiryau: "What are-NO!"
The glove explodes, the power of the explosion only enhanced by the goo on the glove. Nebiryau and
Cyan are sent flying away from one another to land in rolling heaps.
Nebiryau stands up, his breast plate scorched and dented. The brilliant bird design on his chest burned
away. Cyan is slower to rise to his feet, his right hand where he had the glove missing with blood
streaming from his wrist in a spray.
Nebiryau: "You lost out in that exchange. Now I kill you before the Playboy Hero."
Komar: "He is busy...you will die at my...hand."

Cyan starts walking to Nebiryau, but falls to his knees. He simply holds his wrist stump to try to
staunch to flow of blood while Nebiryau casually walks over to pick his sword back up.
Nebiryau: "Your loyalty to Bacchus is admirable. Rest assured that he doesn't return the sentiment. He
will just prepare for his match for a little gold belt while you die just feet away. Goodbye, Idasu."
Nebiryau walks over to Cyan, who can't even muster the energy to stand up and fight back. He raises
his sword over Cyan's head and brings the sword down to cleave Cyan's head in half.
Another sword clashes with Nebiryau's blade, stopping the sword inches away from Cyan's skull.
Nebiryau grins when he sees the sword's bearer.
Nebiryau: "The Playboy Hero reveals himself at last. And before his precious wrestling match?"
Bacchus steps between Cyan and Nebiryau, dropping a white stone a little bigger than a marble behind
him to Cyan.
Bacchus: "The World title doesn't mean quite so much with you still alive."
Nebiryau takes a few steps back, his expression one of pure hatred. This look is matched by his
opponent.
Nebiryau: "No tricks this time, Playboy Hero. This time you will die."
Bacchus: "No tricks. For everyone you have hurt or killed, this sword stops you now."

Matthew Empson and

the Dire Marines
At a staging area outside of the arena, a caravan of over-sized troop transports arrive. A Shocktrooper
walks up to the lead truck to see Matthew Empson step out of the passenger seat.
Shocktrooper: "Welcome back, Mr. Empson!"
Matthew shakes the Shocktrooper's hand with a warm smile before another person gets out of the back
of the truck.
A giant of a man. A giant of a Dire Marine even. Captain Argus Dalsgaard walks up to the pair with the
Shocktrooper looking up high at the Dire Marine Captain.
Shocktrooper: "You look...bigger in person."
Captain Dalsgaard grins, ignoring the man. He turns back to the transports and watches as the rest of
the Dire Marines unload from the trucks.
Dalsgaard: "Amazing sight, isn't it, Matthew? Each one of these men is worth a thousand enemies or

more."
Matthew chuckles a bit.
Empson: "If you are counting brainwashed, barely armed enemies then I would agree with you. A real
enemy can defeat you all at once."
Captain Dalsgaard looks down at Matthew with a scowl.
Dalsgaard: "Don't forget who spared your life. Who do you think could defeat us?"
Empson: "A Warlock of Carthage gave me a small creature. It was not for my loyalty, but as a gift from
people who knew what it was like to be attacked unfairly. You reveled in your bloodthirsty stupidity in
slaughtering innocent people. You compare your skills to people who cannot fight back. You all die
today in penance..."
Captain Dalsgaard hefts his sidearm, a mammoth gun known as a Bolter.
Dalsgaard: "As soon as this creature shows itself, I will kill it."
Matthew waves the Captain off with a laugh.
Empson: "Oh I killed it some time ago on my own. The only thing that remains is what it did."
Matthew Empson whispers a word in an unknown language. Captain Dalsgaard looks on in shock as
muffled explosions are heard with bursting seals being the only visual clue to what's happening. He
turns back to look at Matthew when his head flies into the air as if shot from a cannon.
Matthew turns around as the last Dire Marine falls and is taken down with a shot to the chest from the
standing Shocktrooper. He walks over, keeping his assault rifle pointed at Matthew.
Shocktrooper: "What the *beep* is wrong with you, man?"
Matthew lays on the ground, his life's blood quickly pouring out of his chest.
Empson: "The Warhammer Corporation will pay for the death and destruction that they have caused.
The Dark Warlock represents that karma coming back to take its toll."
The Shocktrooper scoffs as he takes aim with his assault rifle, and shoots Matthew Empson in the head.

Playboy Hero
Swords clash almost faster than the eye can see as KD Bacchus and Nebiryau battle back and forth to
try to get that all important strike in.
Nebiryau shouts as he sees his opening, but his sword passes through empty space. He brings the sword
back behind him in a blind strike and catches the sword of KD Bacchus in a parry. He brings the sword
forward again to block yet another strike from Bacchus.

Nebiryau: "I am stronger than ever, Playboy Hero! No matter how many little magic rocks you find, I
will be stronger!"
KD Bacchus spins around as Nebiryau vanishes to block a strike from him.
Bacchus: "And yet you still suck with a sword."
Nebiryau: "You little *beep*!"
The casual observer would be hard pressed to see the next few minutes of combat as both Nebiryau and
KD Bacchus move faster than the eye can see, seeming to vanish in and out of places.
This comes to a stop with both men standing face to face with their blades locked, their faces show the
strain each is putting into trying to force the sword back into each other.
Nebiryau: "You found enough magic stones to make yourself stronger. I still command the loyalty of
others."
A black mist fills the hallway that forms into a dozen vampires.
Nebiryau: "They will transform you into a cold, dry, empty husk!"
KD Bacchus backs away from Nebiryau, holding up a yellow stone.
Bacchus: "We've been through this before. Shall we do it again?"
The yellow stone shines as bright as the noonday sun before Nebiryau can say anything. When he light
fades, the vampires are still there.
Nebiryau: "I have the five stones of power I had until they were stolen from me during the Third Punic
War. I cast a simple protection spell on my childer. The sun holds no danger for them."
KD Bacchus keeps his sword in a defensive position as the vampires work to surround him.
Bacchus: "You said no tricks."
Nebiryau: "I meant no tricks from you."
Gunshots ring out and two of the vampires explode, burning from the inside out. Flames consume four
more. An oversized needle pierces the head of another.
Bacchus laughs as Prince Harry, Pete, and Cui Wan-ye tear into Nebiryau's vampire children.
Bacchus: "Did your protection take in account for my friends? Come be my bitch!"
Nebiryau screams in rage, and moves inhumanly fast. He plucks the needle from Pete's hands and runs
him through with it. Pete drops to the floor, gasping for air and pouring blood onto the floor.

Nebiryau: "How many of your friends are you going to let die before you just give up?"
KD Bacchus slashes his sword through the air, lightning strikes the remaining vampires and reduces
them to dust.
Nebiryau: "What? How?"
Bacchus is a blur as he rushes at Nebiryau and slashes at him. He catches Nebiryau along the sword
arm, lightning flows down the blade as Nebiryau's arm is laid bare to the bone and forces Nebiryau to
drop his sword.
Bacchus vanishes, but then Nebiryau staggers forward as his back is slashed open from shoulder to hip.
Again and again, Bacchus seems to vanish and reappear to slash Nebiryau again and again until
Nebiryau's armor falls to the floor in pieces. His body bleeds from numerous cuts and his "stones of
power" roll away from their holding belt on the floor.
Nebiryau looks around, suddenly very frightened.
Nebiryau: "How are you doing this?"
Bacchus appears again, this time running Nebiryau through the center of the chest.
Bacchus: "I think the technical term you are looking for is Limit Break."
Nebiryau swallows hard, sliding off of the sword as he falls to the floor.
Nebiryau: "No. It can't be. I was more powerful than I have been in a thousand years..."
Bacchus: "And killed by a mere Playboy Hero."
Nebiryau: "Indeed."
Nebiryau's eyes go glassy and his head falls to the side. Cui Wan-ye is on him in an instant, checking
his pulse.
Cui: "Nebiryau is dead! As soon as the castle is overhead, I can begin the ritual to destroy Thamptis
forever!"
KD Bacchus ignores her, instead kneeling by Pete. Prince Harry quickly joins him.
Bacchus: "Pete! Pete! Come on! Stay with me!"
Pete's eyes start to glaze over and he smiles.
Pete: "I can't help you any longer. It's time to grow up and take care of yourself."
Bacchus: "You know me! I can't do that! Pete? Pete!"

Prince Harry places a hand on KD's shoulder.

Harry: "He can't hear you anymore, mate."
Bacchus nods, his face pale.
Minutes after KD Bacchus, Prince Harry, and Cui Wan-ye have left with Pete and Cyan Komar, two
vampires enter the hallway. They pick up Nebiryau's corpse.
"Our Grandsire said to bring him to her should he fall."
"He has already died. What could she do?"
"I don't know, but I do know when to listen."
The two leave with Nebiryau's body in tow.

Bloodstain Championship

Coughlin: "We now begin the Bloodstain championship match. Both Jessica Tendonin and Lady
Apathy are already in the ring with a small break having been given to build the cage around the ring
and remove the ropes and turnbuckles."
Dizon: "Don't forget littering the ring floor with weapons."
Coughlin: "That too. Though with all of the chaos going on so far...I'm not sure what to expect here.
They might not go through with the rules for whatever weird rules this match has."
As the bell rings to begin the match, Jessica Tendonin and Lady Apathy stand face to face in the center
of the ring. Lady Apathy smirks.
Apathy: "It doesn't have to be this way, Jessica. You don't have to be weak like Dragasha Omega. Join
my master and take up the mantle of the Dread Dragon. The most powerful force in the universe next to
Thamptis himself, would be your's to command."
Jessica Tendonin inhales sharply, backing up a few steps from Lady Apathy and looking uncertain.
Lady Apathy grins, taking it as a sign of weakness and presses her advantage.

Apathy: "I felt the change in you. Your power has been cut nearly in half since Alcatelia split Dragasha
off from your spirit and cast her away. It's like losing an arm, isn't it? Join us and become greater than
Alcatelia herself!"
Dizon: "Who the heck is Alcatelia?"
Coughlin: "Shush and let them speak."
Tendonin: "More powerful? How can-"
Lady Apathy raises her hand and a shadow enters the arena through the roof. It slips through the cage,
though the entire cage vanishes like it was a shadow as well. The shadow takes the form of the Dread
Dragon.
Apathy: "Dragasha's Uncle was given the power of dread. The thing that eats at the heart of every
living being."
Tendonin: "Dragasha was not cast away..."
Apathy: "What was that? Not cast away? Did she run in fear then?"
Tendonin: "Alcatelia sent her on a mission. A mission to defeat the spirit of the Dread Dragon forever."
Lady Apathy stands with a smug grin on her face.
Apathy: "Nothing beats Dread."
Jessica Tendonin smiles as she starts glowing as if from in. Lady Apathy starts to frown as Jessica
raises her hands with a grin.
Tendonin: "Dragasha Omega has returned to me, and she has brought a friend!"
Another large shadow descends into the arena, though this is more of a patch of light. It forms into the
shape of another large dragon that faces the Dread Dragon.
Apathy: "Nooo..."
Tendonin: "Behold...the Hope Dragon! It is what drives away dread in the heart of every living being
and strengthens them against it!"
Jessica brings her palms together, sending out a cascading beam of energy at Lady Apathy as the Hope
Dragon and Dread Dragon clash to explode. Lady Apathy is knocked backwards and is sent riding the
beam until she is forced out of the arena through the wall. Jessica grins in victory, reaching out with a
single hand and grabbing the golden snitch as it passes by.
Dizon: "Was that how you won this messed up match? Catch some toy from Harry Potter?"
Coughlin: "Yes..."

Dizon: "Oh for the love of Pete..."

Coughlin: "Yup. At least the World title match doesn't have cartoon stipulations."
Theobald: "Winner of the match and NEW WWI Bloodstain Champion...Jessica Tendonin!"
Dizon: "I don't know how Jessica can celebrate winning a championship in the way she did. It was so
little real effort on her part. If this was some kinf of an eFederation instead of real life? It would be like
winning the match with a roleplay that only says the word, penis."
Coughlin: "What the hell is an eFederation?"
Dizon: "Nevermind."

Discovery and a Challenge

Allen Anderson is running down the hallway while holding his wooden cane in his hands in a
horizontal fashion. The pain is plain on his face as he stagger-runs down to Druscilla's office.
He doesn't knock, he uses an over-ride key card to open the door and walks in.
Anderson: "Druscilla! Captain Maathai reports British and Russian forces have sided with-what the
*beep*?"
Anderson walks into a room where Druscilla stands by her desk. A desk that has been swept clean of
everything except for the corpse of Nebiryau. Druscilla has a sharp fingernail pressed to her wrist, over
his open mouth. Her violet eyes sparkle when she looks up at Anderson in shock.
Druscilla: "I can explain everything."
Anderson closes the door behind him and limps painfully to a chair to sit down.
Anderson: "He can't hold you now. He is dead."
Druscilla's face twists in anger and indignation.
Druscilla: "How dare you! My will is stronger than his in the first place! This isn't because of his
control!"
Anderson: "Then you have betrayed us."
Druscilla: "No! I would never betray-"
"Her love."
Lady Apathy steps out of the shadows, her dark feathery wings unfurling as she walks.
Apathy: "Great Britain and Nebiryau. His connection to Thamptis has been broken. If she brings him

back now as her child again, she can have both. The Dark Warlock sees victory with the betrayal by
two of the allies when his champions have been dying on him. He will fall for your trap for sure."
Anderson nods, seemingly mollified by this revelation. He looks between Druscilla and Lady Apathy
for a moment.
Anderson: "Liar. You think you could lie to me? I can see how this really is. Elizabeth, you helped to
bind Druscilla, and you are bound to Thamptis. Everything you said has been a lie!"
Lady Apathy smiles, giving a short curtsy.
Apathy: "Of course it has."
Druscilla steps away from the fallen Nebiryau, keeping her eyes to Anderson.
Druscilla: "I tell you what. A match between you and me in the ring. If you win, we do exactly as you
say and Carthage is defeated. If I win, you let events continue as they will and I take control of both
this company and the British Empire. If you are lucky, I will let you be General Manager while I
consolidate control of my Empire."
Anderson shifts his sight back and forth between Lady Apathy and Druscilla. He already knows if he
refuses that he won't live beyond this office.
Anderson: "One condition. If you win, protect the staff and talent. Don't let Thamptis start killing them
off for opposing him."
Druscilla: "Agreed. Tell no one of this agreement or it's off."
Anderson: "Agreed. One final condition. Nebiryau stays hidden if you revive him and keep him from
being bound to Thamptis. This will ensure that he doesn't try to gain vengeance on Bacchus and you
won't have to try to bring him back again."
Druscilla: "Agreed. For you, I will even stay powered down."
Anderson grins, though the mirth does not quite reach his eyes.
Anderson: "You are too kind. Well...I had better go prepare. See you in the ring."
Anderson uses his cane to slowly stand up and exits the room while leaning ever more on his cane.

Wash Away the Sins

Ten miles southeast of Rome...
The host of Carthage has joined up with the Greek force led by the Children of Ares. Kraathenskel
stomps at the lead of the Carthage force.

Missiles strike all along the front line, sending bodies everywhere. Large pods slam into the ground
from large overhead planes. The doors blow off and Shocktroopers in red carapace armor. Strips of
paper held to their armor with melted wax reveal their past sales, their bloody history of creating
carnage worn like proud ribbons. The Blood Merchants of Warhammer Africa open fire on their
enemies, bringing them down with methodical perfection.
Cardinal Mariano Urizar walks out of a large pod. He is in red carapace armor with gold trim. Large
gold chains with crosses adorn his armor along with long strips of paper of both sales and of Bible
scriptures. A large silver hammer is strapped to his back and a bolter from the Dire Marines is in his
hand.
Urizar: "Send these foul beasts back to Hell!"
Kraathenskel levels Blood Merchants on his way to Cardinal Urizar. He stands silently in front the
Director of Warhammer Africa with his fists clenched.
Mariano raises a fist clutching a glowing golden cross.
Urizar: "Foul abomination! You died in the glowing flames of redemption! Get ye back to where I had
cast you!
Kraathenskel holds out both hands toward Mariano, a blaze forming inside the chamber around the
burned corpse.
Kraathenskel: You are a mass murderer and are no man of faith. You die now in the fires you
condemned so many innocent souls to!
Gouts of flame eject from both palms of Kraathenskel and stream towards Mariano. He keeps his cross
out and utters a prayer in ancient Latin. The flames are divided around a glowing white shield.
Urizar: I am a man of great faith! The Word of God is the Word that I live my every moment of life by.
You cannot sway me from my righteous path!
Cardinal Mariano Urizar points his bolter at Kraathenskel, opening fire with the explosive bolt rounds
that are within. They strike the shell of Kraathenskel, exploding and tearing open small holes in places
while merely stripping paint in other locations.
Kraathenskel: Your faith is blind. It is over two thousand years obsolete. The God you worship would
never allow you to do the things that you do. You are the abomination!
Kraathenskel rushes at Mariano, who drops the bolter and cross to grab his hammer with both hands.
He strikes the shell of the undead monster, knocking it back while leaving a massive dent in the side of
the armor.
Urizar: You will not sully my good name with your lies. Get thee back into Hell!
Urizar swings the hammer overhead and into the shell surrounding the undead corpse. The shell
shatters and the hammer strikes the undead corpse. It shatters into ashes, a fountain of flame and ash
going up into the sky. Urizar raises his hammer to the sky.

Urizar: Press them back, boys! Let's show these Warhammer Wrestling people what true mettle is all
about!

Battle for Egypt

At the steps of the palace in Cairo, Rose Johnston and Osiris defeat the step around the corpse of a slain
Sphinx. They find Anubis awaiting at the top of the stairs in front of the entrance.
Anubis looks around Cairo, watching his monsters and soldiers falling at the hands of ancient undead
leaders and their armies. He shakes his head with a wide grin.
Anubis: "Father. It's good to see you again. You have brought those who have wronged the Three
Brothers to pay for their past sins?"
Osiris shakes his head, glowering at Anubis.
Osiris: "You have weighed each of their hearts in turn and found them worthy. It is you who are in the
wrong now, my son. The Three Brothers are wrong."
Anubis draws a feather from his pocket and holds it up.
Anubis: "I weighed his heart, father. He is worthy! His heart carries no burdens! I will follow him!"
Osiris settles into an attack stance, his expression sad.
Osiris: "Then I will have to be the judge of your heart when I send you to the Underworld, my son. I
am sorry it has to end that way."
Osiris rushes to attack Anubis, who presents no defenses. At the last moment another blade parries the
attack of Osiris. He turns and looks with wide eyes.
Osiris: "Apophis? You have joined this?"
Rose Johnston joins the side of Osiris, holding out blue glowing hands with her palms facing Apophis.
Johnston: "God of Chaos and War. I'm not shocked that he sided with Carthage. It ends now though."
Rose shouts a word in a forgotten language and bolts of blue energy race at Apophis. They stop and
fizzle out mere inches from the God's body though.
Johnston: "How?"
From seemingly thin air, another Egyptian God steps to stand next to Anubis. Thoth, God of Mystery.
Osiris: "You too?"
"He is not alone, brother."

The last word is spat out with such vehemence that Osiris doesn't have to turn to see who is speaking
behind him. He does turn though, looking upon the God with hate filled eyes.
Osiris: "Set. If anyone would have joined the mad quest of the Dark Warlock, I would have thought you
would have been first."
Johnston: "Osiris! Look out!"
Osiris turns to bring his sword out to defend himself, but it's too late. A sword is buried into his belly,
and Osiris looks into the eyes of Sehkmet.
Osiris: "Nooo..."
Rose Johnston is knocked out of the way as Set comes in with his sword, hacking off the left arm of
Osiris, with the sword biting deep into the ribcage. Sehkmet drags his sword out, spilling the God's
entrails onto the floor.
Rose Johnston opens her words to speak words of power, but a fireball takes her in the chest and sends
her headlong down the stairs. She sits up quickly, watching in horror as Osiris is once again torn apart.
She stands up, sensing a change in the Egyptian Dead. They stop fighting the enemy and stand in
silence with them as Set walks to stare down at her from the top of the stairs.
Set: "Don't look so shocked. You played your part in this tragedy well. Did you really think that you
became such a powerful mystic by just reading books in a library? Thoth gave you the power to bring
my brother back so I can show the Egyptian Dead who really rules in the Underworld. He gave you the
power to create the weapon that killed the Dread Dragon. Now that Osiris is dead and the Egyptian
Dead have risen and joined me? You will be slain to indebt Thamptis to us for avenging the loss of one
of his most powerful weapons. We will rule Egypt in the name of Carthage forever. There is one more
player in this mordid game that you have not met yet."
Rose Johnston wipes away tears, gathering her strength to her. She begins glowing like a newborn blue
star.
Johnston: "Who?"
Rose feels someone behind her and spins around to see a giant crocodile headed humanoid with its
jaws wide open.
Set: "Ammut, the Devourer of the Dead."
Ammut bites down, taking in Rose's entire upper half in a fountain of blood and gore. Set walks back to
Anubis and places his hand on the Governor's shoulder.
Set: "You have done well, my son. Egypt will remain as it should be. Alert Thamptis of our victory. It
will be one less concern for him."

Either Way
Allen Anderson is in the back, leaning on his cane while he waits for his cue to head to the ring.
"You know, gringo, Dru is gonna kill ya."
Anderson grins, but doesn't look around.
Anderson: "You are concerned maybe?"
Valora Salinas steps out of the shadows with a smirk.
Salinas: "I don't care, but I am curious. You could have called in your troops. Those Australian ones
with the special guns to take her and her reborn lover out. You didn't. You know that you can't win, no
matter what you do. Right?"
Anderson smiles.
Anderson: "I am not without honor sometimes. No matter what happens, the company is safe. I win
either way."
Salinas: "You are a fool. Goodbye, Anderson."
Anderson: "Goodbye, Salinas."

Battle for Control

Theobald: "This next contest is scheduled for one fall and is for ownership of Warhammer Wrestling
Inc! The challenger, our current Penance General Manager...Druscilla Bathory!"
"Bloodlines" by Slayer begins as Druscilla walks down to the ring. She smiles at the booing crowd as
she walks past them.
Coughlin: "What is going on here? We're in the middle of a war with Carthage and suddenly we have
this match? It doesn't make any sense!"

Dizon: "We don't get enough money for it to make any sense to us."
Theobald: "And her opponent, the owner of Warhammer Wrestling Inc, Allen Anderson!"
"The Imperial March" by Metallica begins as Anderson staggers out from the back on his wooden cane
with a golden Earth on top of it. The crowd cheers wildly at the sight of Anderson, but go silent when
they see that he is leaning ever more on his cane as he walks to the ring.
Coughlin: "I heard that Anderson was seen running down the hallways earlier. He must have hurt
himself while doing it. This makes this match even more of a mystery since how can Anderson wrestle
with only one good leg?"
Dizon: "Maybe he has a plan? Or he is passing the company to Druscilla, but wanted to go out in
style?"
Coughlin: "Look at Druscilla. She doesn't look like she plans on giving Anderson the slightest chance!"
Dizon: "Then there is something else at play here. Has to be."
Anderson rolls into the ring with his cane, the ref coming over to help him stand up. Anderson thanks
the ref and stands in the ring with the help of the cane.
Anderson: "You can end this before it has to happen, Druscilla."
Druscilla shakes her head.
Druscilla: "You want me to have mercy on you? It won't happen. There is nothing that you can do to
defeat me!"
Druscilla launches across the ring and backhands Anderson, knocking him down with the cane sliding
to the center of the ring. Anderson falls backwards, grabbing the ropes to keep himself up.
Dizon: "One hit! Did you see the blood fly from Anderson's face? She split his lip like cracking a damn
egg!"
Coughlin: "This isn't going to go very well for Anderson."
Druscilla lazily backhands Anderson again before grabbing by the collar with one hand and lifting him
into the air.
Druscilla: "How a weakling like you ever rose through the Warhammer ranks to build this company, I
will never know. You are pathetic!"
Druscilla punches Anderson in the gut a few times before tossing him to the other side of the ring.
Anderson bounces off of the ropes and slams into the mat. He rolls onto his back and slowly sits up
while Druscilla stalks him.
Anderson: "I am mortal. Of course I am weak. I do not have the experience or power that you do. I do

not have your breeding."

Druscilla walks around Anderson, her smirk in place as she does.
Druscilla: "I'm glad you can admit these things. You are even weak for a mortal! Unable to get very far
without the help of a third leg. The Three Legged Bastard is what the others call you behind your back.
This (Druscilla kicks the cane to Anderson) is all that keeps you from being bound to a wheelchair!"
Coughlin: "So much venom from Druscilla! I thought they liked working together?"
Dizon: "There was that time that Anderson did have Druscilla imprisoned inside of a mirror. Could still
be angry?"
Anderson grabs the staff and uses it to stand up.
Anderson: "I am also strong. My mind is as keen and my wit is sharp. Your...friends...have left the
building to join the battle going on around us. That leaves us with this."
Anderson presses a button on his cane and the JumboTron reacts by lighting up to static.
Coughlin: "What friends is Anderson talking about?"
Dizon: "No clue. Why isn't the JumboTron showing anything?"
Druscilla looks to the screen, but then she looks back to Anderson with a grin.
Druscilla: "You had me for a moment. I thought you had distracted me to land a punch or some other
attack. Even your tactics are-"
Anderson motions to the JumboTron again. It clears up to show Druscilla's office. Very clearly, the
body of Nebiryau can be seen laying upon it. Explosives are strewn all over his form. Druscilla's jaw
drops with a sudden concern.
Druscilla: "I brought him-how did you do this?"
Anderson: "Did you keep him hidden like I told you too? You can't see the stake hidden under all of the
explosives. Throw the match. Throw the match and the explosives don't go off. You can keep him once
Thamptis is dead. You can even keep your position. Agree."
Anderson staggers closer to Druscilla, who backs away quickly. She casts her eyes about as if searching
for something.
Druscilla: "You couldn't have...I would have sensed! I would have known! I would. I would."
Anderson: "The great Lady Bathory at a loss for words? I would have never thought to have seen the
day! Trying to figure out if those are new or old wounds on him? Think maybe it's all a fake?"
Druscilla: "It has to be! It is!"

Anderson raises his cane, a stream of white energy catches Druscilla in the chest and explodes. The
force sends her back into the corner. Anderson begins to stagger her way.
Anderson: "The power of this particular stone is something you are vulnerable to. Bacchus gave it to
me just in case of need. I will not see everything we have worked for turned over to some warlock who
should have died before Christ was even born!"
Druscilla stands up, but is quickly struck by another white energy beam and slammed into the
turnbuckles.
Part of the wooden staff falls away to wrap itself around Anderson's right knee. It takes on a blue glow
before looking like a blue tinted metal. Anderson's limp is gone as he walks to Druscilla. The rest of the
cane flowing around his arm like a snake and the golden Earth becoming a glove.
Anderson backhands Druscilla, white sparks flying from the impact and drawing a shout of pain from
Druscilla.
Anderson: "You thought you were just going to step into this ring and smack around an old cripple.
Someone who was just going to hand you the company."
Druscilla: "Yes."
Druscilla grabs the gold covered hand. A shadow crawls across it, the glove turns dark, and shatters.
The wood turned blue metal also shatters as the shadow crosses it and then across his leg too.
Anderson falls to his knees, gritting his teeth in pain.
Druscilla: "Submit."
Anderson: "Never!"
Druscilla levels Anderson with a kick. She follows him, aiming a kick to the ribs to roll him over. Her
eyes flicker to violet. She kneels by his side and plants a hand on his chest with her fangs in clear view.
Druscilla: "Then you will die."
Anderson: "Will you keep your promise? Will you protect them?"
Druscilla leans in close to Anderson's face.
Druscilla: "Nebiryau."
Anderson: "Is where you hid him. What you saw was fake."
Druscilla: "Then yes."
Anderson: "Then...I submit."
Dizon: "So then now a vampiress noble owns Warhammer Wrestling?"

Coughlin: "Would seem that way."

Dizon: "You know what? Right here? Right now?"
Coughlin: "What?"
Dizon: "I want my mommy."
Coughlin: "Oh get over yourself."
Theobald: "Winner of the match and NEW owner of Warhammer Wrestling Inc...Lady Druscilla
Bathory!"
Druscilla stands up and reaches down for Anderson. He takes her hand and she helps him up to lean on
the corner while staff bring out another cane.
Druscilla: "This will be for the better."
Anderson: "I hope so."

British Championship

Theobald: "In place of the following contest, the new owner of Warhammer Wrestling would like to
make an announcement."
"Bloodlines" by Slayer begins as Druscilla steps out onto the entrance stage to the boos of the fans. She
smiles at them as if enjoying their anger.
Druscilla: "Oh relax. It isn't as if Anderson will be going hungry. If I decide to not retain his services,
he is still an employee of Warhammer. They will find a place for him."
The crowd continue to insult and berate her until an ear splitting crack fills the air with sound as if the
inside of the arena had broken.
Druscilla: "Much better. The British Championship match is canceled because the championship belt
itself is being canceled. Once we get everything in order again, both Brice St Vient and Valora Salinas

will get shots at the World title!"

It takes a moment for the message to sink in, but once it does? The people in the crowd begin cheering
wildly. Druscilla laughs.
Druscilla: "I'm sure it will be some match of wicked device, but we shall cover that once we get there."
"Bloodlines" by Slayer begins again as Druscilla heads to the back.

World Championship

Theobald: "This next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the WWI World Heavyweight
Championship! Featuring first, the Great Escape Champion...KD Bacchus!"
"Heresy" by Nine Inch Nails begins as KD Bacchus walks down to the ring to the cheers of the fans.
He looks bewildered at the cheering, but makes his way into the ring.
Coughlin: "I heard that Bacchus was seen fighting Nebiryau in the back. He took out the King of
Monsters, though not without cost. Peter King died in the fighting."
Dizon: "What about when Anderson showed a clip of Nebiryau laying on a table? Was that important?"
Coughlin: "No idea what was going on there at all beyond we got a new boss. Again."
Theobald: "And his opponent, the WWI World Champion, j0ker!"
"Diary of a Madman" by Ozzy Osborne begins as j0ker walks out to the ring entrance with the World
title draped over his shoulder. He shakes his head at the theme music and heads down to the ring. He is
also being cheered, but not as much as Bacchus.
Coughlin: "I'm guessing that Druscilla got her little dig in at j0ker by chaning his theme song."
Dizon: "Would seem like it. She is someone whom it would be very bad to cross. Remember how she
was firing people before the chaos with the Elder God attacked? She was brutal."
The bell rings to start the match with j0ker and KD Bacchus circling around the ring while keeping
each other in sight. Bacchus makes a move, j0ker reacts to keep out of reach, and j0ker makes a move,
and Bacchus retreats.

Coughlin: "j0ker playing it safe this time around. His record against Bacchus isn't that great."
Dizon: "Both men have seen action against the forces of Carthage throughout the night. In fact, a full
third of our audience has left the stands to go fight to keep the enemy back so we can have a great show
tonight."
J0ker leaps in with an overhead kick, but Bacchus catches it, and turns it into a leg screw. Bacchus
floats over his back and locks in a reverse chin lock.
J0ker gets a hand on the bottom rope and Bacchus breaks the hold before the ref can force him to. Both
men stand up with Bacchus grabbing j0ker by the arm, and twisting for an armbar. J0ker grabs him by
the hair partway through the move to pull him to the mat.
When j0ker reaches down to pull Bacchus up, he gets his legs around j0ker's head, pulling j0ker in for a
head scissors. He twists to bring j0ker down to the mat, and bridges to get in more leverage.
Coughlin: "Some smart wrestling there by KD Bacchus tonight. Nothing flashy, but good counters to
keep j0ker on his toes."
Dizon: "It's also nothing exciting either."
Using sheer brute strength, j0ker works his way to his feet with Bacchus holding onto his head and
neck for dear life in front of him. J0ker hefts Bacchus up and power bombs him to the mat from a short
distance to try to get Bacchus to release the hold. It fails, so j0ker tries again. And again. When j0ker
tries a fourth time, Bacchus releases a little so j0ker can bring him up high into the air. Bacchus then
recinches his hold and turns to bring j0ker down to the mat with a head scissors takedown that gets the
crowd standing on their feet with cheers!
Coughlin: "Well that at least was more exciting, right?"
Dizon: "Ok. This still isn't nearly as exciting as watching Bacchus take on a chick."
Coughlin: "Chick?"
Dizon: "Yeah. You know, so he can molest her during the match."
Coughlin: "Maybe you should just stop talking now."
Dizon: "Gotcha. Crazy lady with a gun."
Coughlin: "Neil!"
Dizon: "Shutting up."
J0ker pats KD's leg a few times, trying to seek a weakness to break out of the hold. A swift kick to the
head ends the hold and j0ker rolls away to get some distance between him and Bacchus.
While Bacchus is standing, j0ker reaches into a pocket, and tosses something outside of the ring that

explodes. Bacchus whirls to see the location of the blast, expecting an attack from outside of the ring.
J0ker uses this chance to strike. He hits an overhead kick to knock Bacchus down, following up with a
fisherman's buster that he holds onto the leg and bridges for the cover.
One...Two...Bacchus kicks out.
Coughlin: j0ker turned it around there and nearly stole the win away!
Dizon: The bomblets were a cunning distraction ploy considering the war going on right outside our
doorsteps and indeed in some of the back hallways.
Coughlin: Cheap, but effective.
j0ker gets up quickly and catches Bacchus as he stands up to scoop slam him to the mat. J0ker shrugs
as if to say No competition here and drops an elbow, but Bacchus isn't there. Bacchus kippups to his
feet, changes his stand, and does a standing moonsault to land on j0ker. Bacchus is up in a heart beat,
bouncing off of the ropes as j0ker slowly starts to get up, and slams into him with a baseball slide drop
kick. Bacchus stands up, starts to pull j0ker up by the mask when he gets hit full in the face with a
green fireball. Bacchus falls to the mat and rolls to the outside while screaming in pain. J0ker stands up
and nods as the ref yells at him.
Coughlin: Another cheap move by j0ker. Though it doesn't look like the ref really wants to do a
disqualification since this might be the last match both men are alive in.
Dizon: What a wonderful way to look at it.
j0ker stands at the ropes, holding his arms in the air with arrogance as he looks around at the fans. He
pulls down on the top rope to slingshot himself over to drop kick Bacchus, but Bacchus catches j0ker,
flips him over in the air, andCoughlin: Ferach-NO!
j0ker manages to get his legs around the head of Bacchus and 'rana his head into the steel security
railing. J0ker rolls away from Bacchus for a moment. He stands up and to the sheer booingness of the
moment, pats himself on the back. Bacchus tries to stand up, blood pouring from his head, and falls
backwards to the railing. Hands reach over and pat Bacchus to check to see if he's alright until a
Shocktrooper walks over with assault rifle in hand.
Dizon: I didn't even know that someone could reverse that move! Holy effing crap!
j0ker picks Bacchus up and rolls him into the ring. He hooks a leg as he goes for the cover.
One...Two...Thre-NO! Bacchus kicks out with what strength he has left. J0ker stands up while shaking
his head. He pulls Bacchus up and slips behind him, lifting Bacchus up as if for an atomic drop.
Coughlin: I sense this one is over as j0ker preps for Black Steel!
Dizon: All over except the-NO!

Bacchus grabs j0ker's shoulders and hefts himself on top of them. He spins around , kicks his legs out,
andCoughlin: Kiss of the Bacchae! J0ker is flat on the mat! Bacchus covers!
One
Two
Three!
Dizon: Holy shit! The King of the Hair of the Dog wins the WWI World Title!
Coughlin: It brings the wrestling night to a fantastic close. I think mixed in the cheering is the sound
of thousands of weapons being armed so that the crowd can swarm out and take back Rome before
Carthage wins the night.
Dizon: Crap...I forgot we were doing that. Maybe we should celebrate a bit longer?
Coughlin: With who? Bacchus is getting his World title belt and his sword. I think he might be
fighting too.
Dizon: Crap...again. We;;, fans? If we live through the night, we'll see you next time!

The Ritual Completed

The skyline of Vatican City is lit up brilliantly for miles. A column of blue light rises into the air,
smashing into a column of green light coming down from the Flying Castle of Thamptis. Where the
two columns of light greet in the sky, there are multicolored explosions and streamers flowing out to
decorate the night sky.
On the ground, Cui Wan-ye walks around an arcane circle on the ground while speaking aloud
incantations in a voice and language that are not her own. Twenty Shocktroopers stationed around in
key areas guard the site to ensure that she is not disturbed.
By ones and twos, the Shocktroopers begin to fall. They cast about in search for their attacker, but only
find a shadow flitting out of sight.
They begin to panic, opening fire at movements in the dark. It only increases the speed of their fall
until the last rifle falls silent to the ground.
Cui Wan-ye continues her walk and chant, unknowing that her guard have all been slain.
She knows when a hand grasps her by the throat and stops her chanting. Her eyes go wide when she is
released and she sees her attacker.

A pale, stripped to the waist Nebiryau. His eyes are totally black and he has very prominent fangs.
Cui: "I saw you die! How did? Druscilla!"
Nebiryau: "Rome pays for their murder of Carthage at last. You will pay for your ancestor's part in all
of this."
A spell is on Cui Wan-ye's lips, but Nebiryau is too fast. He grasps her around the waist and sinks his
teeth into her throat in a tearing motion to cause her blood to flood out of her body to not only sate his
thirst, but coat him in the mystic blood whose lineage defeated the Dark Warlock thousands of years
before.
The column of blue light fades away, giving way to the green column of light striking the ground. A
sound fills the air as if a bell has sounded. The ground begins to shake with many buildings in Rome
starting to fall.
A crack forms in the ground. It's about a foot wide and about as long as the eye can see. In mere
seconds, the rift rips open to thousands of feet wide. Three monstrous humanoids leap out from the
depths and onto the ground. Each with a hundred hands and fifty heads, they tower over even the tallest
remaining buildings.
The Hekatonkheires or Hundred Handed Giants. Briareus, Cottus, and Gyges. They begin walking
across the land, helping to finish the once proud city of Rome as defenders and civilians flee.