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Not the expected reunion

by Anonymous

Just after that confusing display of a promo out there Conner was walking through the backstage area and took all three hardcore titles and placed them all over one shoulder before they slid down and just dragged beside him. Eventually he made his way to the trucking and loading area when he leaned up against his Titan truck and took out his cel phone.


Dialing the digits he rested his forearm against the hood looking to the pavement and got the voicemail. " Hey it's Conner. Heard you were around and figured we should find time to get together and talk. Regardless of what happened..." hearing footsteps behind him he turned and dropped his cel phone ducking the spade head that tore through the hood.


Yanking it free he swung the spade catching Conner's jaw laying him right out. The assailant took off quickly when another figure appeared on the scene.


" Holy shit, Conner!" Victoria ran over and knelt by his side checking on him seeing a huge welt on his jaw. " Damn it, what did you get yourself into..." She stopped and looked over her shoulder and was slammed hard by the spade as well.


Camera's caught up to the sudden attack and rushed over seeing the back of Gravedigger wearing a striped t-shirt and dropped down to his fours slapping the pavement 3 times and raised Victoria Alexander's hand in victory. As they neared the scene Gravedigger ran off leaving the spade behind keeping his back to the camera. Backstage crew and tech radioed the production truck to call in the EMT's as they checked on the dazed duo.


Vic was looking around confused wondering why the belts were in her possession now when they were being grilled with the usual " Do you know where you are?" " How many fingers am I holding up?" " What day is it today?"


One of the camera people informed Victoria of the sudden title change and she blinked wondering what the hell just happened all over again.


Conner mean while was shaking off the cobwebs when the EMT's arrived seeing as the FCOP match would robably need EMT's at every juncture in the arena. Other backstage techs helped Victoria to her feet asking if she was okay and she answered with an annoyed " Yes I'm fine!"




Posted on Nov 9, 2009, 11:45 PM

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The Reunions Response

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---Little While Later---

"God damn it Conner, what the fuck!"

Victoria cursed as she looked at the side of her face in the mirror the red imprint of the spade that was used. Course there was no one around when she was cursing leading her to be talking to herself. Putting her fingers on the tender area of her face she cursed again.

"God damn bastard cant even keep himself out of trouble and then on top of it brings me into it and he didnt fucking even tell me hi. Bastard"

Leaning back she looked down, the three hardcore titles sitting on the counter looking back up at her. It never surprised her just how unexpected this place could be but she wished she didnt have to get fucked in the face every time it would happen. But again, it came with the job.

Putting her hand on top of the titles the cold metal in her warm palm. She was barely here that long and never would she have thought these would be literally handed to her. Course getting them was the easy part even thou there was a bit of pain involved, keeping a hold of them, well that was another story.

Victoria looked back up into the mirror, her reflection looking back. It had been a few years since she had seen Conner. Fuck her heart for beating quicker when she saw him today. Their pasts were mingled together and it was a shame things happened the way they did but hell Victoria knew the risk when she dated that big lug. Even so, she had given her heart to so few that even now it felt like a betrayal to herself when she refused to love again after Conner. How wrong she was to make that promise so many years ago and for it to be broken only once.

Turning her back towards the mirror and the belts she crossed her arms and dismissed the thought of both Conner and "him". Fuck them she would tell her self. She had gotten so used to her loneliness that she had forgotten the longing feeling of wanting to be wanted. Her mind filling with thoughts of past moments of love and lust. She was sure that it was merely just lust on Conner's part. She was so young, she thought it was love. How naive of her. Men dont love. They merely use women until they get their fill and dismiss them when another comes to fit their fancy. Victoria learned her lesson about love.

Turning back towards the belts she chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before reaching for her phone. Hitting a few buttons she looked down at the text.

'Vic here. Would like to talk. You know how to find me.'

Sending the message to Conner, Victoria then pocketed the phone and scooped up the titles in her arms. She had things she needed to do, for one, she would need to give Gravedigger a nice thank you gesture. Something that would bring a smile to his face or if not, at least to hers. The thought would bring a smirk on her lips as she would make her way out.


Posted on Nov 11, 2009, 10:31 AM

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A little down time

by Candice Fairchild(Dwf Prez)

Candice hung the phone down for what seemed like the 50th time that day and while the calls had lessened considerably since the day after the murder had been discovered, it was not over. It wouldn't be till the murderer or murderers were identified and apprehended.

Velvet blue eyes closed then gazed up at the high ceiling of the Dwf president's office. She still couldn't believe this had happened and at such a great show. It seemed that all the extra security detail, doubling of their insurance and safety precautions which had been put into place since the Damien-Undead Enigma match still hadn't been enough to prevent an incident from occuring. Occupational hazards, how she hated that term,

But, Candice knew that they had done everything within reason and within their ability to protect their fans and the superstars. The Darkside Wrestling Federation had spared no expense which was also considerable given their vast resources, they had even launched their own internal inquiry, following Stanley's death, having requested meeting upon meeting with the various superstars to find clues or even a witness that may have noticed something, so far, they hadn't gotten any farther than the police had.

At least the media had settled down in their witchhunt and moved onto other news which gave the executives a chance to breathe in order to continue their own investigation. The legal department had been nonstop , providing counsel and on call representation 24-7 to any member of the roster should they find themselves brought in for questioning. By now every superstar had their number on their speed dial.

Even in the wake of such a tragedy, legal and public relations had advised to continue with business as usual. There was wisdom in it. If they toned down their shows in the slightest, the fans would feel cheated and it'd raise more questions, no, they had to continue as if nothing happened and in turn, the federation thrived and continued to operate in the red. With Christmas Carnage on the horizon, the Darkside Wrestling Federation had alot of work yet to do to put on another stellar show like Straight To The Grave.

Sliding forward in her chair, Candice poured the remainder of her bottled water into a glass and sipped gingerly. With everything that was going on, at least she found more precious moments like this to herself, and despite the quiet that she found in her sanctuary, she knew that someone would appear at her door with some issue or matter that needed her immediate attention, who would storm into her office next or what it would be about was the only question left to be answered.


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Posted on Nov 9, 2009, 10:01 PM

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Down time is always good to aleviate the mind of what ever is stressing it.

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Gideon walked down the hall ways with his mind a drift. With him were his son Caleb, Marco, and Marco's son Bane. It was time to go to the ext step of the plan and Turn Bane in to get the heat off of Viper and the DWF. after speaking with Viper, she agreed to help him find the killer as long as she remained anonymous. It wasn't to much to ask and because he did respect her and she was helping him, Gideon agreed whole heartedly.

Everyone that knew Gideon could never understand why he was soft on Viper dispite their many conflicts but both he and Viper knew eversince they had their temporary telepathic link. She was one of the first creatures to ever learn Gideon's true identity and how he ws ressurected she knew what was to come do to the spirit of the child prophet. The same little girl hat frtold Gideon's coming over a millennia ago.gideon still had so many questions.

He never understood why he was chosen or the significance. was his destiny really pre-ordained?. He loved protecting people. part of himbeing a vigilante before he died was because he wanted to keep people safe, especially his family. After his father gave up his life of crime and turned to God for a new life there were many that wante him dead. But Gideon took care of that. He had killed everyone that was in his father's former cartel with his friend Carlos' help. all that ws neither here nr there what mattered was solvng the murder. Gideon had reached his destination and knocked on Candice's door

Posted on Nov 10, 2009, 2:50 PM

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Tricks and treats?

by Devilz Child

Stepping back, even she could admit that she was in a world unknown to her.

Devilz Child had never needed the skills she was being demanded to display now. They were irrelevant in her world of mayhem and gore. She was well trained in the arts of combat, and her proficiency with blades made her an unfathomable weapon at times. The moment she got it in her head to be the one ruling instead of the one being ruled, her thirst for battle and victory skyrocketed.

Never in all the wars she'd participated in had there been a need to bother with something as domestic as changing diapers.

But the weeks had flown by, and the brunette demoness quickly found that her talents were rather useless. The ability to wield a sword with deadly accuracy was rubbish in this reality, and it did nothing to help her in raising the little bugger babbling at her from the changing table. However, she was content enough in her efforts; the diaper now covering her son's bottom was a far cry better than her first attempt had been so many nights ago.

"I never said I was any good at this," she murmured to the squirming child as she tickled his chubby stomach. The baby boy merely gurgled, kicking his feet around and flailing his arms. "At least I can claim that I did not resort to duct tape like your Uncle Seth."

Which, after Seth had shown up with Dominic in his arms and duct tape around the baby's middle, had earned the boy's uncle banishment from diaper duty and several strong swats across his head, the banishment Kade's proclamation, the violence courtesy of herself.

She smiled softly as she traced a finger down Dominic's arm, chuckling when the baby waved his arm in response. The look soon drifted from her features as she really looked at her son.

Normal children only grew so much in a year, but Dominic was growing by inches and pounds every day, it seemed. Of course, the boy could hardly be considered normal by any means. His demonic blood made sure of that. It had to be the reason for his irregular growth pattern. It shouldn't bother her too much, seeing as that was how it had been while she was carrying him.

Unfortunately, it did. There was no telling how the pattern would fluctuate. Nothing could tell her when her son would be growing out of diapers and tickle games and into jeans and fast cars. How long between moments of baby cooing to full-on adult conversations?

'Bloody hell,' she thought, 'I cannot believe I worry this much.'

Welcome to motherhood.

'Shut up.'

The thoughts died away, much to the relief of Devilz Child, and she soon dressed Dominic in pajamas, gathering him into her arms once the last snap was fastened. Holding him close, another smile crossed her scarred lips as the baby babbled a bit more, and she soon found herself humming softly. What she was humming, she couldn't be sure, but she had a very strong suspicion that it belonged to a children's show that Seth had turned on to 'soothe Dominic to sleep' one afternoon the week before.

Her humming ended abruptly at that thought, and instead, she stated, "I believe Straight to the Grave is starting right about now. Should we go see what Daddy is doing tonight?" Dominic only cooed, though Devilz Child was already out of the bedroom and heading toward the stairs.

The brunette demoness took a few steps away from the newly-repaired staircase to see Michael standing in front of the big screen, mouth slightly ajar, and his stare quite focused on the television. "Michael, have you turned the show on?" she asked, coming into the living room.

The druid was quick to reply, "It's pretty boring so far, Sakkara. Perhaps I shall call you when Kade's match comes on?"

Her brow furrowed at the way he tried to dissuade her from watching the program. "Nonsense," she returned, turning her attention away from Michael and toward the television, "there is no reason to not watch-"

Well, that was before she saw the image on the screen.

Devilz Child knew her eyes were slightly widened, and she knew she probably looked rather ridiculous with her mouth falling open at the display being made by Kade and her ever-present pain in the ass in Viper as they walked down to the ring for the beginning of what apparently was meant to be a costume contest. Though she could hardly say that whatever they were attempting to wear should be classified as costumes.

As the announcers were going nuts over the duo, she vaguely heard Michael say, "Here, let me take little Dominic for a moment.." She gave no protest, inwardly glad that the head druid was there to take her son so that he would not inadvertently be harmed should she lose her temper. She felt her top lip curl as she continued to watch the spectacle, and her temper found itself soaring the moment Kade started in on his 'helicopter' routine.

A scoff scratched against her throat before the demoness turned away from the television, and she immediately headed for the patio door. After the door slammed back into place, Michael brought Dominic closer to his face to tell the boy, "It looks like your father's in deep doo-doo now."

Outside, Devilz Child stalked away from the house, her fists tightly clenched together. In her mind, she was putting together the perfect response. After all, two - or rather three - could play at that game. It wouldn't take her long to teleport to Sicily, and she certainly could find whatever she needed once she was there.

However, no matter how much the Princess of Hell wanted to get over to that arena and do many violent and murderous things, it wouldn't do for her to show up, much less go out into the arena absolutely naked and on horseback in her rendition of Lady Godiva. It was pointless, engaging in such infantile warfare. And truthfully, she was unsure whom she most wanted to tear up at that moment, so if she did do such a thing, she'd be indecisive of whether to slice Viper's head from her shoulders or give Kade a reason to not need his front leaf.

Most of all, while she felt and thought these things, she felt a sense of embarrassment as well. She couldn't say for certain if she herself was embarrassed, or if she simply felt embarrassment for someone else. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed likely she was embarrassed for Dominic for having two ridiculous parents. Neither one of them had any sense, one trouncing around in just leaves in front of millions of eyes while the other wanted to mutilate him for doing it, and the boy would likely be the one to suffer most of all.

Fireballs soared across the desert sand, the rage in Devilz Child traveling with those flaming spheres as she suppressed her anger, shoving it as far into the back of her mind as she could. She had a child to raise, and taking off in fits of outrage over possibly meaningless reasons was not something she wanted Dominic to learn. She'd be thrice damned before letting her son become anything like her.

The ire dissipating in the cooling desert air though images of strangling Viper remained in her mind, she turned back to the house, returning inside and to the druid sitting in the living room, the television still broadcasting the show. "We shall be reading in the study," she informed Michael as she took her son back in her arms. "I think it should be a better use of our time tonight."

Not waiting for any comment from the head druid, the brunette took off for the study, not once letting herself glance at the screen. Once through the door, she shifted Dominic against one shoulder while using her free hand to toss a small ball of flames into the fireplace, igniting the wood as she crossed toward the bookcases. Two new ones had been constructed and set into the study to accommodate the growing book collection; Kade had simply gotten tired of stepping around stacks of demonic literature and took the time to build bookcases to fit them in. But it was not toward that collection she wandered, for while it was a world of its own, those books were not the sort one read to relax.

Devilz Child grabbed a well-worn book from its place on the shelf, and she drifted toward the sofa across from the fireplace. Easing down into a lounging position, with Dominic held against her body, she opened the cover to Pride and Prejudice, one of her favorite fictional books, and began to read aloud, keeping her voice soft and soothing.

Within a handful of chapters, Dominic drifted to sleep, leaving his mother to enjoy the tale on her own while she could. Even as new to the parenting role as she was, she knew it would only be a few hours before the boy would awaken and wish to have his hunger sated.

Demanding little creature. Quite like his parents, the unfortunate soul.

Posted on Nov 8, 2009, 9:49 PM

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Hmmmm.

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Some days he looked like a walking bill board. Some days he looked blank. Today he was the bill board. His black Adidas "The Cup" Dale Jr series hit the ground. His black jeans covered his legs a he limped for the most part. His t-shirt a Dale Jr winged rebel shirt, and Dale Jr "JR Nation" Leather jacket covering his chest. His bag with his ring gear, a change of clothes, and titles was slung over the good shoulder. Pulling the key from his pocket slowly, he unlocked the door, went in closing it as he relocked it. Walking past the open door, he looked in the study, seeing a sleeping Sakkara and Dominic he walked into the living room. Putting the bag down, he turned right back around walking into the study.

Grabbing the blanket off the couch, he laid it over her and leaned down. Putting a soft kiss on her cheek he gently removed Dominic from her, and moved the blanket up onto her. Limping back out, he found the baby's car seat, grabbing it with his free hand he walked into the kitchen. Getting in the room, he sat it on the counter, putting the baby in it.

"You hungry kid?" Kade asked. "Yeah right you are always hungry. Bottomless pit." Kade smirked. Grabbing a bottle out of the fridge he put it in the pot with water already on the stove. Turning it on med-low, he took off his jacket, laying it on the kitchen table. Staring down at the creature who stared back at him, he couldn't help but smile.

Until he remembered what happened two days ago. His mind was still going in and out. It was getting bad when it did happen. His mind made him think he was having a conversation with his mother. When Sakkara come down to the basement to get Dominic he nearly called her mom. As a few minutes went by he grabbed the bottle and poured some on his arm. It was nearly warm enough. Looking around and not seeing anyone he looked at Dominic.

"Do not tell your mother!" Kade spoke. Suddenly his hand become a bright red, the milk in it becoming warmer and warmer. Stopping at just the right temp, Kade turned the stove off, grabbed his jacket and baby and limped to the living room. Setting both down on the couch he handed the bottle to Dominic, aiming it at his mouth, all he needed to do was hold it up. When the baby didn't hold it up, Kade rolled his eyes. "I'm not your mother. Take the bottle." Kade said. And like that, the baby's hands found the bottle holding it as he drank the formula.

Unzipping the bag he pulled the 100 STDs Dodged Title and walked over to the case holding his others. Opening it he bent down slowly placing it on the bottom. Closing the case he walked back over to couch as he pulled out the Intercontinental title. Zipping the bag back up, he figured he'd wash the clothes tomorrow. Sitting next to the baby he relaxed as he watched Dominic. His head with no stitches, so it was still looking ugly, his left elbow bruised beyond belief, and if his jeans were off his right knee would tell the same story. Slowly he pushed his shoes off, and put his feet on the table. Oh what a war he'd been in.

Posted on Nov 9, 2009, 6:06 PM

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Huh.. I was expecting a completely different title

by Devilz Child

The lack of the small heartbeat she'd grown accustomed to was what roused Devilz Child. She further awakened at realizing the weight of the baby was gone, and her dark eyes snapped open as she sat up with a start, the blanket around her falling to her lap and her book landing on the floor with a soft thud. The logs glowed from the fireplace, the remains of the fire slowly burning to embers, but it gave her enough light to see that her child was nowhere in plain sight. "Dom?" she quietly called out, kicking the blanket away in order to stand unobstructed and take a better look around the room. "Dominic.."

She shook her head at herself, realizing she was trying to call a baby that couldn't answer her even if he was there. Mild panic was beginning to set in, regardless, as her search of the room yielded no results. Her hands began to ball into fists, nails starting to dig into the flesh of her palms, sharpening into points as those nails started to grow into claws. Dammit, she hadn't meant to fall asleep! Had she been asleep long? Had she even gotten into that deep a sleep where possibly anyone could have come and snatched her son right out of her grasp? Had it been an enemy? Could they have gotten past the defenses around the estate?

Preposterous. All those ideas were simply ridiculous. There was no way some stranger could make their way inside without someone being alerted one way or another. She knew it, but it didn't stop the thoughts from making their rounds in her mind. Really, logically, she could gather that one of the druids must have taken the child and put him in his crib. Though honestly, she expected them to wake her in order to tell her so.

Glancing around yet again, the brunette demoness spotting that discarded blanket, and her dark eyes lingered on the pile of cloth. It must be far later than she had thought, if her suspicions were right. Only one soul, to her knowledge, would care enough to bother with such a thing as covering her with a blanket, despite the warmth of the fire in the room.

It hadn't been a druid after all.

And despite the obvious sign of care sitting right there on the sofa and the sense of relief that overtook her at Dominic's not being stolen away, Devilz Child felt her anger rising again, recalling the reason she had decided to spend her evening in the study in the first place. Her hands loosened, dislodging her nails from her palms, and she inhaled resolutely. No reason to put this off if he decided to come home.

She ventured from the study, noticing light coming from the living room. Silently crossing through the hallway, the carpet aiding her in that aspect, the demoness made it to the opening of the room, peering into it from just beyond the edge of shadows.

All intentions of having this heated discussion out vanished at the sight of Kade, and her heart rate quickened for the second time in so few minutes in concern. Even in the dimmed lighting, his forehead looked horrendous, and it was obvious he had had a hard night judging by the set of his face and the way his body simply sank against the couch. Completely drained. Yet, despite his apparent fatigue, the man took the time to be a parent, as she took notice of the baby bottle in the hand closest to the car seat beside him, where their son must be lounging.

Stepping through the doorway and into the light, she made her way toward them, circling around the coffee table to kneel on Kade's unoccupied side after a quick glance over at her son; he appeared to be content for the time being, even possibly about to doze off again. Her focus returned to Kade fully, her brow furrowing. "What the devil happened to you tonight?" she asked, taking his chin in hand to get a better look at the state of his forehead. "It looks like your head got into a fight with a tool shed."

Posted on Nov 9, 2009, 11:08 PM

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Just keeping you on your toes.

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"More like a chain link mesh." Kade smirked. "Turns out my mystery opponent was highly pissed off at me for being a member of the nWo. You think that my face is bad." Kade stopped lifting his elbow for it to be seen. "And then you might wanna take a look at my knee. That one aint healing over night like my head and arm." Kade nodded.

"What was the deal with the leaf outfit?!" Sakkara finally asked. Kade blinked as he leaned his head back.

"Faction bonding?" Kade smirked. "It was a Halloween costume. Besides I have more interesting idea. Because I brought it home!" Kade spoke, giving off a wicked grin. And that was all it took. That brief moment of evil physical pursuits to come back into her mind.

Looking over he noticed the empty bottle. Leaning foreword, he laid it on the coffee table as he scoped his hand behind Dominic and lifted with one hand out of the car seat. Sakkara never cared for that, but he hadn't dropped him. Least not that she knew of.

Holding the baby properly, he looked at him. Raising an eyebrow, he leaned his face foreword, sniffing, then leaned back. "You've been putting vodca in your bottle again Dominic. Bad alcoholic baby! Bad!" Kade smirked. Just as he stopped talking the baby begun giggling. Shaking her head, Sakkara tried not to laugh at the thought.

Kade couldn't help but smirk. Sakkara was the over protecting parent who didn't sleep well with the baby only being down the hall. Kade however was almost the exact opposite. He knew he needed to be. It was balance. It was the balance that would keep the child from going completely insane from having a mother who overly hoovers, and a father in a leaf-cloth.

Kade was even considering to see if the baby had any idea on it's powers. But when he informed Michael of his idea to drop him off the balcony in their room with Michael below to catch him just encase. Well Michael didn't warm to the idea. Especially since he knew they'd get caught.

"So are we going to continue to play last one touches him changes him or have you figured out how to properly put on a diaper yet?" Kade laughed.

"I don't need duct tape if that's what you mean." Sakkara replied.

"Yeah I don't know what those idiots were doing. Super glue works better."

Posted on Nov 10, 2009, 12:24 AM

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With you, it's ten inches above where my toes should be

by Devilz Child

"Super glue." An eyebrow rose over one dark eye, her tone conveying her disbelief in the matter.

Kade only nodded with a smirk. "Works like a charm every time."

The brunette stood, taking Dominic from Kade as she did, and she reached out to flick at his tortured forehead as she headed toward the stairs. She lightly laughed at the hoarse shout that followed from Kade, and she glanced back over her shoulder at him to see a hand over his forehead and a glare drilling in her direction. "What the hell was that for?" he demanded.

"If you cannot figure it out," she replied with a smirk, "then perhaps 'tis best you not do question it and accept that you deserved it."

"It's 'cause of the super glue thing, wasn't it?" Kade responded, slowly making his way after her, following her lead up the stairs.

"Among other things." She wasn't about to tell him it gave her some form of satisfaction, being able to inflict a bit of pain on him in revenge for the atrocious costume idea broadcast on national television, though she could imagine that he knew that already without having to think about it. It was frightening at times how well he knew her.

Crossing into the baby's room, Devilz Child laid Dominic on the changing table. It was absolutely amazing how many diapers the boy went through a day, and she would almost bet that it was because Kade asked it of his son merely to see how exasperated they could make her. Way too much alike at times, even with Dominic being as young as he was.

Kade leaned against the door frame. "It's not like that lasted long, anyway. Almost within five minutes, he needed a new one."

"Serves Daddy right," she told her baby, a small smile taking over her lips, then she lobbed the balled-up dirty diaper in Kade's direction; he had no choice but to catch it. "He should not have been so silly."

Kade scoffed as he dropped the diaper in his hand into the disposal nearby. "The kid would grow up neurotic if it wasn't for me."

"He has no choice but to grow up embarrassed by his parents, regardless," she informed him, setting the clean diaper in place, and putting Dominic's pajamas in order. "Between my desire to keep him from harm, and you.." She lifted the baby again, and let an eyebrow rise as she surveyed Kade while crossing to the crib, "with your desires to dance around in foliage."

"I'd be more scared for him if I started dancing around in lingerie."

"He would not be the only one embarrassed by that." With the boy tucked in for hopefully a few more hours than the previous nights, she switched on the little lullaby nightlight adhered to the bars of the crib, made one last adjustment to the blanket around him, and turned to face his father.

He had that look about him again, one she'd seen quite often in recent days, usually when it came to Dominic. A grin had stretched across his face, and his blue eyes held an odd twinkle in their softened gaze. For the moment, he looked completely at peace, content with the world around him.

Those moments seemed few and far between at times.

"Come on," she told him, taking his hand and leading him out of the nursery after turning off the overhead light, heading for their bedroom. She immediately directed him to sit on the edge of the bed, robbing him of his t-shirt along the way.

Kade's grin turned a bit more lecherous as the demoness knelt on the carpet to deal with his jeans. "Should I go get my fig leaves?"

Devilz Child rolled her eyes. "Tempting, dearest," she answered truthfully, feeling the rising desire to forgo even the idea of the leaves, but upon yanking the denim down his legs and gaining a hiss of pain from Kade in the process, she felt all her desires quelled. "But as it stands, I doubt you can perform at your potential in your current state."

He had been right about the knee. It looked like some foul creature tried to twist the joint right out of place. Cupping her hands over it, she let her healing power focus there first. While Kade likely would need to take it easy on that leg for a few days, she could help speed up the process, even by a handful of hours.

Kade groaned, laying back on the bed. "I miss Eve," he stated. "I bet she would've been jumping at the idea of me in nothing but a fig leaf loincloth."

It was her turn to scoff. "Eve, such an empty-headed fool."

"You do realize you're talking about yourself, right?"

"Which makes me all the more qualified to label the personality as such." They both blinked at one another, highly aware of how insane that exchange might be to someone who didn't understand what they were talking about.

Shaking it off, Devilz Child returned her attention to focusing the healing power, and she turned the conversation in a different direction. "Dominic is certainly growing quickly, and I swear, he can comprehend everything we say."

Posted on Nov 10, 2009, 12:00 PM

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Eternus Nex

by Who Am I?

I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes look back: but are they mine?

Everytime my eyes close the darkness envelops me, the darkness that is just out of reach, the voice gets louder, the voice behind my face.

Am I merely a mask for someone else? A facade to hide what lies beneath...

Who Am I?

What Am I?

Posted on Nov 5, 2009, 5:02 PM

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Sometimes it's just best to leave well enough alone.

by The Alpha Dog

In the not so distant future.


LO,THERE DO I SEE MY FATHER...LO, THERE DO I SEE MY MOTHER AND MY SISTERS AND MY BROTHERS...LO,THERE DO I SEE THE LINE OF MY PEOPLE BACK TO THE BEGINNING...LO, THEY DO CALL TO ME. THEY BID ME TAKE MY PLACE AMONG THEM IN THE HALLS OF VALHALLA WHERE THE BRAVE MAY LIVE FOREVER...!!!


He watched on as the hordes charged the frontline of the many vikings and warriors who stood there ground tightening the grips of their hilts for the coming battle. His intense eyes and powerful stature showed he was more than ready. ' Today grandson as a goo day!' the old weary warrior laughed only to spit up and wipe the blood from his mouth. ' And at least I got to see you become the man you are today. I am so proud of you. It has been such a good good day!'


He watched as the old man sat back and succumbed to the wounds that covered his body, blood seeping out of the side of his breast plate armour proved witness to his end. The young man, shoulders so broad and powerful he leaned down and closed the eye of his fallen grandfather. He stood to his feet, spun on one heel and drew his blade. Looking through the tendrils of hair that hung over his face the young warrior glared with an unbridaled determination like no other.


" Your mind is clouded amongst much conflict Joshua. It is here you will meet them and it is here where you will see how the conflict is resolved."


The young warrior ignored the unseen presance. To his left he could see the battle drawing ever closer. To his right many of the vikings laughed as others salivated and foamed at the mouth eagerly awaiting to cleave and chop whatever was in their way. And just as he looked back to the front he was greeted by the one sight he never thought to see. One who looked exactly like him, though darker and carried a weight of experience with him stood before him.


Clad in furs with feathered decor, a mighty axe in hand with a spear and shield in the other both were unable to look away. Surrounded by the cries of pain and death they moved ever closer when Joshua's face twisted into a grimace of anger and hate he finally lashed out. " I say thee nay!! You'll not deter me from the victory that was granted to me by my grandfather you disgusting doppelganger."


The blades arc drew blood when the other fell back grasping his shoulder. He brought it up and swung down hard only to feel the ground beneath his feet disappear and the others weight on his chest. Joshua looked up as the man slapped aside his sword and was grabbing him by the clasps of his fur cape. He was yelling at him, pleading in a language he couldn't understand. yet somehow in the back of his mind he could sense that...


It was too late. He slipped the blade of his dagger between the ribs of the other, who looked at him horrified and in much pain. He looked down and as his blood covered Joshua's hand he looked back into the eyes of his doppelganger and twisted it one final time.


" Stubborn to the end eh son? Just like your damn mother!" as 'the other' grinned resting his head against Joshua's chest. His body shook for a brief second and then as the last breath of air left his body he died.


He let go of the dagger and held the man in his arms when memories of....


Caressing the cheek of his father he rolled him onto his back and looked him over. He couldn't help it when he was beginning to feel his heart fall. Unable to swallow the battle going on around them seemed to become nothing more than just random movements of chaotic dancing. He could hear the cries of a woman shrieking and running forth and stopped just as he looked up at her with a bloodied dagger in hand, defeat was written across his face when he held it up to her and as if it had gotten to heavy to hold it dropped through his fingeres when he looked down burying his head into the chest of his dead father.


Echoes of "No Joshua NO!" filled his ears when he closed his eyes and suddenly awoke in his bed again. He looked up at the thatch roof and sighed wiping his eyes from something so intense. This day he would seek the council of Brunhilda, his 'late' mothers eldest sister. He had to find answers to the dreams that plauged him.


Dreams of a different world, or a different time, or something just on the edge of his conciousness yet so elusive to be ale to identify it. But he knew the time was fast approaching that the Scrailing who took his face and killed his parents will be put to death just as his Grandfather had forseen. But against Odin's wishes he would find a way and time to see Brunhilda and find a way to avenge those he never had the chance to get to know.

































































































The present.


He sat up in bed covered in sweat. He shook his head trying to figure out what to say or for that matter what to even do at this point. So much has gone on and he had to find a way to make things right. He picked up his cel phone and dialed the digits. Staring blankly at the send button he just merely flipped his phone closed tossing it back on the end table. Conner sat up looking out the window of his room and sighed.



" It's a damn shame that so much has been taken for granted. And it will go on as if none of it ever happened. Like it never mattered. Regardless of what anyone says it mattered to me."



" As well it should Conner. Your father would be proud to hear you say that."



" Never had the chance to know the man, but I hope he's resting in peace."



" I meant Adam."



Nodding. " Athaniel?"



" Yes Conner?"



" Did you have anything to do with Kitty?"



" That my friend is still puzzling to me. I haven't heard or known of anything that would say why the child of light, your sister and the sudden freedom of Asmodeus and the Preachers being let loose on this plane. Much needs to be further investigated before we make any hastey descisions."



Conner sat quietly and looked over to the darkness where Athaniel sat. " You'd tell me if I was doing the right thing right?"



Athaniel stared off and disappeared.



" Fucken figures."

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Drama Queen *Open*

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Victorias voice was full of piss and vinegar as her tone was loud and upset.

"It was a cop out, I looked like a fool out on that mat tonight and I dont appreciate looking like a fool. When I signed up for this gig I didnt see anything in the paperwork that blah blah blah."

Victoria laughed as she laid back in a chair of the dressing room. Her feet propped up on a small table. She was still dressed in her ring attire taking a nail file to her nails. Her head cocked sideways as it held her cell phone against her shoulder. Her voice moving down a few notches and became playful again. Tak being on the other end of the phone call.

"I should do it, but hell I cant even act high maintenance. But its an amusing thought."

Taking a look at her nails she tossed the nail file backwards and carelessly.

"Well, Im going to get a work out in then hit the showers before coming back to the hotel. Did you hear from the guy about the apartment?"

A disappointed look came across her brow as she frowned.

"Well, just let me know if he does call. Laters."

She hung up the cell phone and kicked her feet off of the table and back onto the floor. Getting up from her chair, she had been ready to tumble around tonight. It was a big disappointment that it was canceled due to the fact that her opponent decided to skip out on her. Guess theres always next week.

Clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth she grabbed her bag that sat by the door and made her way out and towards the gym. Slowing she took a few glances at some posters, various papers on the wall along the way. Finally making it to the gym only to find a few people in their own worlds as they worked out.

Setting her bag on top of a nearby bench, she barely made much choice as she went to one of the treadmills. She loved to run, it was probably one of the reasons why her legs had more strength than her arms. Stepping onto the belt, she tapped a few buttons and waited for the contraption to move. To her delight one of her favorite songs came over the radio that was playing somewhere in the gym and she began to humm it while she strode along.

After a while, Victoria tapped a few buttons and the treadmill was going full force, her legs matching as she was now at a vigorous run. Now unable to sing along to the music she mainly focused on her legs and her breathing. She closed her eyes keeping up with the machine as she wished she was back in New York. It never took long before Victoria got home sick.

Opening her eyes she almost stumbled as the person in front of her seemed to startle her, it was most unexpected.

Posted on Nov 2, 2009, 7:10 PM

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I get that reaction a lot...

by Kalysto

"Sorry."

The blonde, blue-eyed bombshell's sugary-sweet, angelic voice sounded just as odd to her as it must have sounded to Victoria's ears. Timid yet surprised.

It had been ages. Kalysto couldn't remember the last time the two women had been anywhere near one another. She silently bet that even if she could, it wouldn't be a pleasant memory. One of them would probably had been trying to grind the other's face off using some part of the ring they'd made their careers in.

This had been an unexpected coincidence. Kaly had made her way out to the arena to talk to the higher-ups about returning to the ring. She was bored out of her mind now that she had little to her name and less than that to consume her time. She was more than ready to start working again, and to her, it was a necessity. Because a woman alone with her thoughts after the things she'd gone through over the past year and change was definitely not a good thing.

After the meetings and setting up appointments for drawing up her new contract and other such paperwork hassles, Kaly was free to roam the arena at her leisure. The event was long since over, and there was hardly anyone still lurking about as everyone had sped off either to sleep or to get an early start on the travel for the next show.

Of course, the Bad Girl found it difficult to avoid the gym. She was, by nature, a student of routine. She often brought herself to a gym either at the arena the company was occupying or at the hotel she was crashing at after a show to get one last workout in for the night. It helped her sleep better most of the time. At least, that was well before.

Now, sleep was a long-lost friend.

One gets lost, another gets found.

The moment she crossed the threshold into the gym, Kaly had to make herself blink about a dozen times because she thought she was imagining things. Victoria Alexander was running on the treadmill. Last the blonde knew, Victoria had gone the way most of their type had; quietly and without the desire to be bothered. She hadn't ever thought to see this particular woman gracing the ring again.

And she was glad she was proved wrong. Victoria always had more talent than she was given credit for. Her overwhelming endurance alone was enough to make heads turn.

She hadn't realized she'd crossed the gym and stopped in front of the brunette's treadmill until Victoria opened her eyes to catch her gawking.

"I didn't mean to scare you," she offered, shifting her weight slightly, her hands tucked deep in the pockets of the black pea coat around her form. Her sapphire eyes couldn't break from the face of someone she had once prided in calling one of her best friends. Victoria, meanwhile, kept her pace on the treadmill, her own shock slightly coloring her face. "It's just... you were one of the last people I thought I'd run into around here tonight."

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Well get down from your throne

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Victoria blinked a few time as if to make sure the blonde was still in front of her. Putting her feet on the stationary part of the treadmill, she quickly turned it off and shook her head.

"No, its ok, I was in my own little world and didn't expect to just see someone right in front of me when I opened my eyes. Its been a while, I guess my awareness is a little slacking and needs some work. Forgot just how much I have to be on my toes in this place."

She smirked as she stepped to one side of the treadmill and then off the machine onto the solid floor, her legs still feeling as if it were pacing on the machine.

"Well I seem to be getting that response from a few others too."

She took a step over and grabbed the towel she had on top of her bag and just dabbed at her forehead slightly to relieve it from the few drops of sweat that had formed. Her eyes then looked back over at Kaly. It has been a long time. And she had gotten the same response from Viper. It wasn't surprising. Truth be told, if things didn't work out the way they had she herself believed she would still in New York.

But life had a funny way of making her backtrack. She just wished it was on better terms.

"I'm sure there are a lot of people that never thought they would see me here again, me included to be truthful."

Victoria let a short laugh escape her lips as she dropped the towel back down on her bag. Looking Kaly over, she didn't seem to change much. No worse for wear just like Victoria. Thou she was sure that the years had been more pleasant than they were for Victoria.

"How has it been. It has been a while since I've seen you. Things are going well I hope?"

Posted on Nov 5, 2009, 11:46 AM

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But it's so pretty!!

by Kalysto

"Things are..."

Her mind blanked out of words as memories began to speed through.

Her bound body struggling as the swinging broadsword smashed through her left wing, causing a scream to rip from her throat, hands immediately attacking the feathered limb, hacking and tearing at it until it gave way and broke from her body, and within moments, the other was stripped in the same fashion - brutally and without remorse...

The look of pure, unadulterated hatred glaring down at her from her husband's tattooed face, the burning rage tearing through his dark eyes as his hands tightened their grip around her throat, clenching and twisting, murder a possibility just on the edge of his waning sanity...

Odin standing just before her, laughing heartily and with a world of disdain shining out from his remaining eye, his hulking stature thrown into odd tints and shadows as the roaring fire enveloped her son and causing the flames to rise, her cries mixing with his...

Lightning tore through the slowly-brightening sky, crackling overhead with its pent-up storage of electricity, and hit the beach house as the shocking element split into half a dozen arms, causing flames to burst up from several parts, the roof and garage igniting while windows exploded out with crashes that echoed around...

Witnessing her fiance walking away from that bathroom, leaving her sitting on the floor and crumbling within, knowing this was probably the last time she'd ever see him and finding herself unable to stop him from going off to figure out whatever else he now had to understand...

Kaly scoffed softly just under her breath once she was able to mentally shake away all these images she very much would rather leave for her nightmares. Finally, she offered Victoria a small smile as she stated softly, "Things have been better."

Victoria nodded in understanding, though Kaly was only half as sure that her old friend had any idea. But there had been years they've missed, and so much could have happened in either life. Neither would ever really know unless they sat down and caught up. While Victoria looked well, and she might actually be so, Kaly knew Victoria was like herself; hiding the darkest parts away while in the public eye.

And she was damn tired of holding it all in. Maybe Victoria felt the same. Maybe there was a chance, right here, to try reconnecting and be friends like they used to be.

"You know, you're right; it's been forever," Kaly commented. "You wanna go grab something to eat or get a coffee or something? Go somewhere better for us to actually play catch-up?"

Posted on Nov 7, 2009, 12:30 PM

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-drops paint on it- now its not so pretty :p

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((ooc-Sorry for delay, working two jobs now so kinda slim pickings on the free time so bare with me. This will also be considered before Ashs post also.)

You know that look that someone gets when they are thinking of something in their memories. That faded look of disconnect. Victoria seen it everyday when she looks into the mirror. She was seeing it now. Funny how people try to mask their feelings when really, their eyes just show more in the end. The drawbacks of the saying The eyes are the window of the soul. She knew the saying to be true. Her eyes always had a way of showing when she was lying, just as much as Kalys was doing right now. The blonde may be just as tough as Victoria in the ring but she was just as emotionally unstable as any other woman. In the end it would either benefit or destroy them.

Nodding to the offer, Victoria though it would be nice to reconnect with Kalysto, Not knowing many people around the city it was just easier to forget the bad stuff and just rekindle old friendships. Saves on the hassle of finding out who new friends really are. Specially when your in this sort of profession.

"If you want, We can head to the little diner down the block, been there a few times since I got back and havent had a bad meal yet. That is if you dont mind the wait while I get some fresher clothes on."

When she said that Vic pulled at one of the suspenders and just laughed with a slight shake of her head, she was sure that if she wore that out she would get some attention that she didnt want.

"Say meet out front 25 minutes?"

With that she grabbed her things as she would head off to the shower room. It wouldnt take Victoria long to shower, dress and apply her usual make up. She was used to living on the streets. You make due with what you have and dont dwell on the unimportant things. So in taking 15 minutes to accomplish this task was cake walk for the girl. She never understood how any woman could take more than 15 minutes to get ready for anything. Course not all girls lived with seven guys in a place with one bathroom. Victoria was sure that the guys took longer than her to doll themselves up for the evening. It was like having seven pesky brothers fighting over the bathroom.

That thought about the Banger Boys made Victoria laugh and shake her head to herself as she tucked her ring attire into her bag and now stood in a pair of tight jeans and a striped zip up hoodie that slightly hung off her curves. Throwing the bag over her shoulder she took one last look, puckered up her lips that now had gloss on them and smirked.

Roughly a few minutes later Victoria walked out the front door to find Kaly waiting for her.

"You know what. I havent missed this place to be honest."

She shook her head as she looked around.

"New York will always be home. I just feel like a tourist some days."

She laughed as they started to walk down the street towards the little dinner she told Kaly about.

"You will have to fill me in on what was going on for the past couple years. Needless to say I know I have missed a lot. But you know how it is. Home just seems to call after you a little louder each day until you pack up and go back. Plus I was never one to stay in one spot for long. One of the bad habits you pick up when youre a teenage street rat."

She paused for a second before adding in.

"Course watching tv or reading up in magazines wasnt really my thing either."

She laughed. Half of the places she lived in if it wasnt out on the street didnt have tvs nor did she feel the need for one. Most of the time she was too busy running around with the gang to miss one.

When they would come up to the diner, Victoria would open the door and hold it open for Kalysto. The two girls would be shown a booth up against the window and Victoria picked her side before sliding in. The waitress taking their order was polite enough, taking their drink orders and handing them menus. Victoria responding in mostly a questionable tone ordered a strawberry milkshake as if she couldnt decide which one she wanted. After her drink order was taken the waitress would take Kalys before making her way towards the back.

Victoria pulled the menu open and glanced down at all the pictures. The food always looked so much better in the pictures.

Posted on Nov 11, 2009, 10:28 AM

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Straight to the Grave - TDR vs. Damien Death, Four Circles of Power

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An empty arena. His Royal Darkness stands alone in center ring.


Damien:

At Christmas Carnage 2007, you denied me the honor that was my due. At StrikeZone: Retribution, I balanced the scales. The title that you hold so dear is now mine, and my plague still eats away at your undead body. I said that if I didn't take your title, I would take you straight to the grave. So as far as I'm concerned, we're even and done. But you seem bound and determined to make sure that I walk away with everything, or nothing.

And so, as the golden evening brightens in the west and we prepare to enter the Month of the Dead, we will put this rivalry to rest in one final contest, a match that you might say reflects the theme of your struggle. Because your struggle is not about a title. Or a cure. Or balancing the scales. It's about control. It's about destiny. It's about power.

Which brings us here, to this place that looks like a wrestling ring. But at Straight to the Grave it won't be a wrestling ring. This, Damien, will be the First Circle of Power. There, out among the rows and the seats and the people, is the Second Circle. Beyond, in the cavernous hallways that litter the place behind the stage, is the Third Circle. And finally, beyond the doors and walls of this building, is the Fourth Circle of Power. There your precious championship belt will hang suspended from a crane, waiting for one of us to reach up and claim it. But long is the way and hard that out of Hell leads up to light.

Our journey begins here, in this First Circle. Claim a victory here, and you claim the circle, and move on. No more victories may be attained in the First Circle; the only way to take it is to claim a victory in the Second Circle. And so we progress, from the ring, to the crowd, to the back, and to the lot--the Four Circles of Power. Take the belt, and take all the power.

Damien, I have made this event a night of horror for those who oppose me, who strive to be like something more than man. When it is all said and done, you will sleep in peace...or you will face the music. The choice is yours. Soon to faithful warriors cometh rest.


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Straight To The Grave IS LIVE and UNDEAD!!

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LIVE AND UNDEAD FROM MESSINA, SICILY!!







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Posted on Oct 30, 2009, 7:08 PM

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Retribution begets retribution...

by Viper

All was silent except for the occasional crackle from the flames that slowly devoured the wood in the hearth. Alone in the room, the brunette sat quitely in an oversized chair, her eyes dangerously fixed on the fire that rose and fell then rose again. Shades of reds, oranges and blues, the flames seemed to rise a little higher each time while a steady smolder burned beneath. Symbolic she thought as she tucked her right leg beneath her left. Viper was fuming over that outrageous arrest at the end of Retribution, her night marred over a crime she hadn't committed. The assumption of guilt just because of who she was and because of a passing and brief aquaintence with a fleshbag named Stanley Green.

The brunette sighed, she had no quarrel with Stanley, it wasn't his fault. Yet, she couldn't help but feel that if there was anything she had learned from this experience, it was to heed her own intuition, her instincts to never succumb to the pathetic human emotion of kindness. Where did it get her? On the list of suspects being questioned for his murder. It was insane! She didn't do it and if anyone had been good to Stanley, it was her but did that matter? Was that taken into account, no, not in the chattle's eyes. They had a suspect who confessed to the crime but he had vanished and in the interim, she had been bumped up on the list and interrogated as if she had been guilty, She had been taken into custody publically, but they had shown wisdom and in turn, fortune had cast them a reprieve once they didn't insist on placing those handcuffs on her. An intervention by Mckain or Astin? Possibly because they knew what could have happened and they would have been right had those officers attempted to treat her like a criminal. She would have had no recourse than to rip their damn arms out of their sockets and club them to death with them!

Viper growled lowly as that memory played over in her mind, a part of her wishing they had tried, she would have shown them exactly who she was and exactly what she could do. Although, in retrospect, she had chosen the right course of action, to cooperate and endure the questioning. She had nothing to hide and with the arrest being public as it was, her attorney was already at the police station waiting for her when she arrived.

Had worse come to worse, she would have simply demanded a polygraph test, or she could have worked her charm and inclined that investigator to place the barrel of his own gun in his mouth and blow his brains out.

Leaning her head back against the cushion of the chair, Viper closed her eyes slowly and opened them again, her gaze settling on the shadows dancing on the ceiling. She had a feeling this wasn't over, not until Stanley's murderer was revealed and captured, and given their resources, it could be awhile. Once again she sighed, she did not have the time or the patience for this. Between her partner's ailment courtesy of Mr. Tall, blue and pyschotic, and her upcoming trip to Messina, Sicily for Straight To the Grave, she had her hands full. Maybe, just maybe she'd head over there a few days early and do a little retail therapy, that or, she mused wickedly, she'd indulge in an all-you-can-eat Italian buffet.

Maybe she'd go pay Damien a visit and suggest dinner, who knows? It might raise his mood from murderous to just homicidal.

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Posted on Oct 29, 2009, 9:01 PM

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Straight To The Grave Semi-Final Card

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Posted on Oct 29, 2009, 4:45 PM

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Post match party

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Backstage in his specially customed motorhome, Kane2000 celebrated with some of his fans, the members of Team Kane2K and his wife as he did it, he finally accomplished the one goal he set out to do when he joined the DWF, he is the NEW Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion of the DWF, he also retained the cWe and DDE World Titles, therefore making him the "Champion of Champions". He kissed the DWF belt, staring at it, not even beginning to imagine what just transpired!

JB: Kane2000, congratulations, it has been one hell of a match and yet, you celebrate! You're the new DWF Undisputed World Champion! How do you feel?

Kane2K: JB, I believe in hard work, training and preparation! I wanted to prove to the world, to Candice Fairchild, Viper, the DWF locker room and most importantly, the fans that I CAN conquer the DWF, just like I conquered cWe, CCW, DDE, in fact everywhere I have been, now I have won the big one here, I can look forward to the first title defence of hopefully many!

JB: Does this title reign signify that the New Prophecy are here as a major force?

Kane2K: JB, the New Prophecy are on a fucking roll!! We have the World Tag Titles of cWe and DWF, the Strikezone title, the DDE and cWe and DWF World Titles, we're on a roll! But I am having the best few days of my life! I have been married for six years, got another baby boy on the way, retained the other world titles in the Orient two days ago, now this!!

JB: Unfortunately, nWo Aggressions "El Presidente" Eric Bitchoff declared that you had to return the nWo US Title to Viper as the title could not be defended on a Strikezone program!

Kane2K: Ahh fuck that, I had a good few seconds with the title, even if the reign is unofficial, which lets be honest, it'll state that in the record books!

JB: Who would you put your newly won DWF Undisputed Title on the line against?

Kane2K: To anyone who wants to prove themselves, I know I have a HUGE target around my waist (lol, anyone snickering at this point, go sit in the naughty corner, except Viper, Doc or Kade, you'll just get a spanking wink.gif ) in the DWF Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship, I don't care who issues the challenge, I want either UE, Damien, Dark Requiem, Alpha Dog as I wanna put the record straight, DC as I want vengeance for her beating me for the CCW Title, Viper so we can have a rematch, I'm sure she has a rematch clause somewhere or even Van Halen, but I know lets be honest he ain't ready for the title yet!

Suddenly as he celebrates, silence occurs as Jason walked through the door

Jason stood there and stared down his brother, they didn't really speak much since the betrayal a year ago but he spoke.

Jason: hey bro... Listen, I know things haven't been well between us, but you're my brother and we're always gonna be brothers, congratulations man!! You deserve this moment, go out there and enjoy it!

Jason then extended his hand, Kane2000 then grabbed it, shook his hand and hugged his brother before raising the DWF Undisputed title again! Jason then left the truck as everyone started chanting "Champione" throughout the night!

Posted on Oct 28, 2009, 2:47 PM

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...Time is fleeting...

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Posted on Oct 27, 2009, 9:25 PM

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Powerless, Hopeless and Weak

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"What did you see when you first saw me?"

Victoria turned her head and rested her cheek on the soft sheets of the hotel bed. Her eyes towards Tak who laid on the second bed barely a foot away. Both sitting in the dark as the night moved on around them. It was in the middle of the night, both barely slept. This was around the time they went patrolling around the neighborhood back home. It was dirty business but they always enjoyed it. Now it just seemed like they were on vacation and their duties held over by replacements until their return. Whenever that may be.

"Victoria you were 12, I probably saw a lost little girl. Guarded, alone, something you were back then."

Tak flicked off a piece of lint from his own bed only glancing up to look at Victoria, tilt his head and ask why. Victoria shook her head and then lifted up her arm to lift the blankets, inviting him over.

"No, reason. Just feels like back then is the same as now. I am powerless, hopeless and weak."

Tak sat up in bed, slid his feet over the edge and slid off only to move under Victorias covers. His weight making the bed shift a little underneath her body.

"You are not weak. You are the strongest minded person I know. The most stubborn too."

Tak sunk into the bed, the blankets put over his shoulders to shield them both of the chill of the open window. Something Victoria had to do no matter the weather. She never wanted to feel trapped. Victoria wrapped her arm around his torso and held him tight. His bare flesh of his chest against her face.

"Maybe I'm too stubborn for even myself. Sometimes I question why I came back here. Why I'm still here. Why I want to remember."

Victoria could feel the sigh that escaped Tak. His arm holding her tightly.

"You came back because you felt the need to. You wanted this because you think this is what you need. This outward expression of your frustrations, your anger, your pain."

He then moved his arm and lifted her chin to have her look up at him as he looked down.

"Your losing control and your mind is weak because of it. You talked me into doing this with you when I never wanted you to come back to this place. You did Victoria, no one else had that much determination other than you. The guys never wanted you to leave but after the sleepwalking, the violent outbursts that started to show up again. It was all too clear that everything was resurfacing after the death of..."

His voice faded out as he removed his hand from her chin and stroked her short hair as if to comfort the pain that she showed on her face without even finishing the words.

"All I'm saying is me and the boys just want you to get better and if this is the best way to do it, then so be it. We have no choice but to follow your wish. For better or for worse you are apart of each and every one of our lives and we would be lost without you. You are our mother, our sister, our friend and we care deeply for you, no matter what."

"Thank you Tak. You are my brother, my best friend and I do love you."

She buried her face into his chest and closed her eyes. It was true, the violent outburst, the waking up in strange places covered in another persons blood, dirt and grime. Everything was coming back just like before. It seems so much more worse now, one of the reasons Tak had escorted her here. Victoria was glad she had the support of her best friend, she knew without him she herself may be lost in her own misery, just like before...

Posted on Oct 20, 2009, 2:27 PM

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Forgotten Time

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Panting, the hard breaths that shook her body as she looked around bewildered. Her eyes flashed from one direction to another. Her lip trembled as she looked down and saw the fresh blood on her hands. Was it her own? Taking her hands she wiped them onto her shirt, to no avail when she looked back and they were still covered in blood and now mud. She personally looked as if she had rolled into a mud bath, her only clothing was a long shirt and a pair of boy shorts that she remembered putting on before she laid in bed.

Tears clouded her vision as she continued to look at her hands. Its not her own blood, she didnt have any scrapes, no cuts. Looking around quickly she found herself in an open field, a park of some sort. She didnt recognize anything and therefore didnt know how far she had wondered tonight.

"Where...what... O God.."

Her words barely audible as she cried. Turning her body, she spotted a small water fountain. The metal gleamed from the moonlight above. Taking large strides to the fountain she pushed the button down hard as she tried to wash the blood and mud off of her hands. Frantically she rubbed at her hands, the blood slowly coming free from her own flesh, it swirling into and down the drain.

Victoria tried to remember what she had done, she thought hard, wincing as if it would help. It seemed like a dream, a nightmare, with no sound, no picture, no way to stop it. Tears flooded her eyes when she let the button of the fountain go as she would sink down to the ground. Her body pressed against the rocky surface of the fountain. Putting her hand on her forehead she tried to remember. It was so dark how can she see. She couldnt figure it out. She didnt know what she had done. A mysterious action that would be added to the collection of misdeeds she had found herself responsible for but could not remember. She could only hope that if she turned on the news that no one would be reported missing, or worse, dead.

"Tak, I got to find Tak, I need to get back to the hotel. Come on Victoria, pick yourself up."

She had to talk herself into getting up for her body didnt want to move. Only until she rolled her body and was on her hands and knees did she feel the stabbing pain on her back side. She cursed loudly before dropping down, her arm swinging back to cover over the area that stung and now throbbed in pain. Why wasnt the pain there before. What happened. Pulling her hand back she looked at her finger tips, now covered in fresh blood. She now answered and found herself fully relieved to know that it may possibly be her own blood she had found when coming back from whatever she had done.

Sucking in a breath she grunted hard to lift herself up. It took a moment but she was back on her feet. Her steps a little wobbly at first but soon became stable enough for her to walk or rather run back in the direction where city lights cut through the trees.

---Little While Later---

"Victoria what happened?"

Grunting Victoria winced as she was instructed to sit on the table and take off her shirt.

"For the five millionth time. I dont know Tak. All I remember is as if I just woke up and I was standing in the middle of the park. I looked around and no one was around, I went to a water fountain tried to clean my hands and then I found my way home. Its just like the other times. I dont remember a thing."

Lifting her shirt she tossed it towards the open door of the hotels bathroom. It hit the floor with a wet thud. She sat there with her arm over her chest and the boy shorts covering her bottom half.

"Damn it Vic you been cut by a blade no doubt."

Vic tried to turn her torso in order to see but to no avail it was in one of those non-visual spots on her body.

"What? How can you tell?"

Tak started to dab at it with alcohol which made Victoria whimper and clench onto the table with her free hand.

"Well for starters probably because I seen my fair share of knife wounds. Your lucky it didnt go any deeper, you should be sitting in a hospital right now getting stitches."

Victoria clenched harder at the table.

"No hospitals. I hate hospitals."

Victoria spent a while in the hospital a little while back.. She made a vow never to go again. She would rather die than be in a hospital again. Tak knew this well and one of the reasons why he didnt bother to fight with her.

"Calm down and drink this."

Tak handed over a small glass bottle. Alcohol from the mini bar. Vic took it in her hand looked at it and gave him a questionable look with a laugh.

"Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me."

Her teasing manner towards him made him shake his head. Her sense of humor wasnt injured at all.

"Vic I'm about to sew you shut so if you want the stabbing pain dont drink it. Its your call, you already took enough pain killer to kill a horse so I cant keep giving you that."

Victoria quickly opened the bottle and quickly swung it back. She never liked alcohol. The taste was like drinking nail polish remover or at least thats what it reminded her of. But it wouldnt take much for her to feel numb after another bottle and she was sure she was ready to sleep.

"What about tranquilizers cant you just have one of those fancy dart guns and just shoot me with that when I try to escape. And by the way, why didnt you stop me you were in the same room as me. Come on Theodore your slacking on your duties."

Her words started to slow down and her eyes felt heavy. The mixture of pain killers and booze seemed to work wonders as her body slunk on the table.

"You were sleeping in bed, I went back to my own and laid there for an hour before I feel asleep. You didnt make too much noise leaving Vic, I'm sorry I didnt stop you but I didnt hear you leave."

It was understandable and as the moments passed she felt numb and tired on top of the table. She was barely holding herself up as her chin was pressed onto her chest and her eyes closed.

"Come on Vic we have to get you cleaned up and in a fresh shirt."

To her, Taks words barely meant anything to her. Her brain seemed scrambled and didnt take in the words completely. It wasnt until she could feel the warm cloth on her face did she even know he was done stitching her up.

Tak cleaned her up and forced her body into a clean shirt. By the time he was done and she was in his arms and was out for the count. He looked down at her face and took in a breath.

"Vic I wish I knew what to do to help you. But you have me at a loss."

Shaking his head he carried her to her own bed and placed her down onto the mattress. She barely moved. Her breathing was calm and he knew that once she woke up in the morning she would have a killer head ache. This was normal. For the past few months these occurrences have been happening and there has been nothing Tak could do but just patch her up and let her sleep afterward.

Posted on Oct 22, 2009, 10:30 PM

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Side 1: A candle light meal with a hot piece of vampire pussy. (CFB Viper)

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Kade smirked as he watched the Original Double D before him. "Don't even get started unless you wanna finish something." Kade spoke. "In the bathroom." Was his reply.

"Hi my name is Jerry, I'll be serving you today. How about we start with something to drink?"

"I will take a glass of sweet ice tea Jerry." Kade spoke.

"And for the lady?" Jerry asked.

"I will have ice water and a glass of red wine." She smiled at the waiter.

"Okay. And do you both know would you'd like or should I give you a moment?"

"The lady would like a Filet mignon cooked rare with a super stuffed potato, a Ceasar salad, honey oven baked bread. I'll do the same but make mile medium well, and change the ceasar to a garden salad with French dressing." Kade smirked as Jerry wrote it down and nodded.

"I'll be back with your drinks." Kade slowly turned back to Viper.

"So about that bathroom?"


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Or Demon sausage, it's what's for dinner...

by Viper

A wry little smile kissed Viper's lips as she pondered Kade's suggestive invitation to meet him in the bathroom. Several thoughts crossed the brunette's mind at that moment and none of them were good, well, they were bad but in a good way she mused to herself. "I bet you'd like that wouldn't you?" she returned in a soft, provocative whisper while a dangerous glimmer had entered and settled in her eyes.

"You'd love to take me into that bathroom right now and prop me onto that sink where you'd just pound the living hell out of me..just like in.."

"Y-your wine" a voice squeeked in interruption and following the slightly shaky hand, Viper had to smirk over seeing the waiter's reaction. he sure came back at a bad time, or had he returned sooner and listened in? No matter, it was his own fault.

"Why thank you Jerry" the brunette grinned nonapologetically. "Say why don't you leave the bottle here with us hmm?"

"Very good" Jerry answered after clearing his throat and turned to depart quickly,

"You always do that Kade"

"Me? I didn't do anything, you did that one lovey Kade protested the brunette's accusation with a chuckle.

"Kade, Kade, why can't you ever own up? It was your fault and you know it" Viper shot back with a mock roll of her eyes. "Besides, what if you got me pregnant too?" she smiled evily.

Posted on Oct 21, 2009, 9:45 PM

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Tiny conquerer

by Devilz Child

Dark, intense eyes couldn't stop staring.

Every slight movement made those espresso orbs widen fractionally. An inhale. An eyelid twitch. Bottom lip parting from the top one. An exhale. A flutter of lashes against a soft cheek.

Each small action caused her own body's reactions. Her muscles were bunched up, compact and tight, waiting breathlessly to spring into action at a moment's notice. Knuckles were white with anticipation, nails digging into her palms and leaving crescent marks upon the flesh, her hands resting on her crossed legs. Her vigil was unrelenting.

A soft whimper, and Devilz Child bound up from the edge of the bed she'd been perched on, her bare feet scarcely touching the carpet as she crossed the dark room to the source of the almost inaudible sound.

He was probably the most beautiful creature she'd ever laid eyes on, and the brunette demoness had seen her fair share of exquisite beings. She was quite biased in this assessment, of course.

He was, after all, her son.

Ten little fingers, ten little toes, and a little button nose, with eyes the color of mercury and wisps of dark hair. There was a distinct, relieving absence of horns and a tail. If there were any physical abnormalities, they were not yet present, and for this, she thanked every deity and known presence under the mortal sun.

Dominic was a darling sight, a tiny demon who stole her heart with his first true moment of life. Very much living up to his more unsavory roots bestowed upon him by his parents.

And if his father ever realized how easily she was charmed by their son, she'd never hear the end of it.

Hands hovered over his sleeping form, unsure what exactly to do to comfort the child in the bassinet to lull him back into a more fortifying slumber. His swaddling blanket was secure. He wasn't fussing too badly, so he must not have been hungry or in need of a change.

It was doubtful the little one needed anything at all. Mother was simply on high alert, unable to let herself relax or take a break from her care of her precious child.

It was obvious the type of parent she'd end up becoming. From the moment the baby was in her arms, she'd growl and hiss at any who dared to approach. It didn't matter who it was, even when it was ones she'd trust with his life; every footstep was a potential threat. Not even Kade was an exception in those first few moments, though after the initial snap, he'd received a sheepish look of guilt and a whispered apology once the demoness allowed him near. It had taken Kade taking their son from her arms, and carefully handing him over to Alex and Seth to force her into realizing she was not about to lose her progeny to wolves.

Devilz Child stood beside the bassinet, staring down at the child, her face awash in her amazement of him. She often found herself doing this, but she couldn't quite grasp the reality of his existence just yet. That he existed at all was an insane notion. That she helped create him was even more mind boggling. Wanting to raise him properly, within the mortal realm and as far away from her homeland as possible, had to be the biggest reason to check into a mental hospital to date.

Alert, dark eyes scanned Dominic as the child continued sleeping, unaware that he had an audience. He was so fragile, so small in a world so huge, and yet, the loudest screamer she ever had the misfortune of hearing. He kept everyone on their toes, and conquered their hearts all at once. All without even the slightest bit of effort.

She expected nothing less from one with his bloodlines. She smirked softly in the darkness, leaning forward while tucking loose strands of ebony tresses behind her ear with one hand, the other extending to smooth over the blanket covering the baby.

"Powerful little bugger."

Posted on Oct 20, 2009, 12:03 AM

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Side 3: Baby shit.

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Kade smiled as he watched Sakkara with their son from just outside the door. He found it somewhat odd and strangely amusing how over protective she was it seemed. "NO WIRE HANGERS MOMMY! I PROMISE!" Kade smirked. He stepped quietly into the room, socks touching the carpet his black jeans and shirt fitting him well.

"You wake him up and I will slit your throat." Was her whisper of a reply.

"So did he do anything while I was out of the room. Breath, make a sound, stare blankly at you trying to figure out why he has a stalker at such a young age?" Kade whispered back. "Who knew in this short a time period we'd create this." Kade smirked. "If you knew that you think you'd quit coming at me with a knife every time we saw each other?" Kade asked.

"Maybe. But then instead I'd just kill you after I was pregnant." Sakkara replied.

"Easy black widow." Kade told her as he stared at Dominic. He remembered the conversation he and Seth when he told him the name they decided.

"Dominic?" Seth repeated. "I thought you were gonna push for DaleDarrelWaltripRichardPettyRustyAlsonBillIrvingGordonEarnhardtSmithJohnson Junior?" Seth asked.

"I tried. She said no. I then made a solid pitch for Hey You." Kade spoke.

"And her reaction?" Seth asked.

"First she laughed and then when she realized I was serious she changed the subject." Kade nodded.

"So Lucifer the ruler of Hell's daughter along with the second most dominate demon in Hell's grandson have conceived a child. And named it Dominic which in another language means Lord." Seth spoke. "You think Grandpa Criss knows yet? Because I promise he probably has shit himself from laughing. And if not will at Lucifer's reaction."

"I still don't get the big hoopla about babies. He's tiny and unemployed. What is the big deal? I can pick up and slam full grown men with one arm. No one stares at me like this." Kade kept smirking. He was having fun poking Sakkara's buttons. He wasn't about to admit how he really felt to her or anyone else just as much as she wouldn't admit how quickly he heart was taken.

But they also didn't need to tell such a thing. It was simple gestures and movements that said everything for them. Like Kade putting his arm around her waist, her head as if programmed to, going right to his shoulder, both just staring down at what lay before them.

Posted on Oct 20, 2009, 12:53 AM

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And there'll be a lot of that, too

by Devilz Child

"No one stares at you like that because you scare everyone." Devilz Child had to smirk as she added, "And you are nowhere near this adorable."

Kade scoffed. "I can be adorable if I want to be."

She turned her head and leaned it back to look up at him. "When?" she asked. "Certainly not when you are sleeping, your mouth hanging wide open and drool pooling on the pillow, snoring to the point of breaking the sound barrier."

Kade smirked. "That's only when you're around. When I'm with other women, I'm the most adorable creature walking. Or sleeping. Or whatever I'm doing."

"Mmhmm. Remind me to poll these women. And then skin them alive."

"Hey now, be nice. The baby's in the room; he might pick up your bad habits if you're not careful."

Her gaze returned to the sleeping child, the look softening. "Gods forbid that happen."

Oddly enough, the tone of her voice conveyed how serious she was in that sentiment. Devilz Child had little desire for her son to grow into such a troubled, vicious being. She would painstakingly see to it that Dominic had a better chance in life, regardless of his heritage. She would not let him be a pawn for anyone.

Kade's arm tightened around her waist minimally, but it drew her attention back toward his face. He must have figured out her train of thought. "It won't." He then turned thoughtful. "Unless you decide to continue hovering over him like this. It's gonna give him some sort of complex, you know."

"I am not hovering."

"You jump at every little movement he makes, even when he's not moving at all! How is that not hovering?"

The demoness merely offered a roll of her eyes. She was simply going on instinct here, and hers told her to keep a steady eye on her spawn. Instinct had very rarely been wrong in her experience, and with the constant threat of danger in the background, it couldn't hurt to keep vigil over the most precious parts of her life.

"Do not start on me hovering. I have seen you dashing toward him at a mere whimper."

"To stop him from crying before he has a chance to start. He bellows louder than his mother when she doesn't get her way!"

She scoffed as she drilled Kade with a dark stare. "I do not bellow."

"So what do you call shouting at the top of your lungs?" he inquired with a chuckle. "Whispering?"

The retort was swallowed back at the slight movement from Dominic as he shifted in his sleep, a soft, quite inaudible sigh escaping the tiny creature. It was amazing that something so small could silence the two demonic beings so effectively when all others had massively failed.

Several moments passed, assuring the parents that their offspring had returned to the realm of contented sleep, and the brunette glanced up at her lover. "The day Lucifer discovers the power that tiny babies wield is the day that the world ends," she declared.

"The day that happens is the day I wanna die," Kade replied with finality. "No way in hell do I wanna be around to see piles of dirty diapers and crowds of fussy infants."

Devilz Child couldn't help the laugh that came from her throat at the image he painted. "Lucifer would have quite the chore of cleaning up afterward, that is for certain." But it wasn't enough to drive off the current worry she had been trying to ignore the whole of the day.

Reality was beginning to impede on this little slice of serenity they were encased in. The time would come where the existence of their little demonic angel would be revealed. What would happen when the world finally found out? How would it go over? What harm would come to their son because of it? Who could they trust to understand, and who should they keep an eye on when the tides turn?

She turned from Kade, taking the hand that had been resting on her hip into her own, leading the tall man away from the slumbering child and toward the bed they had barely rested in since Dominic's arrival into the world. Sitting, she tugged Kade down beside her, and sighed before looking up into his questioning blue stare.

"We cannot hide Dominic away forever, Kade."

Posted on Oct 20, 2009, 1:58 AM

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Fo shizzle.

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Kade watched her carefully as he nodded. "And we're not going to go out of our way to. Sometimes the best defense is a solid offense. First things first, who other then our very pissed off enemies in other realms would even want to consider coming after him with us as our parents?" Kade asked. "Secondly, those enemies have things working against them even getting close to Earth. We'll know they are here, before they even realize they've made the trip the final part of the way." Kade nodded.

"Are there threats? You bet your ass. But I'd put you, Seth, Alex, and me against any and all of them. Am I saying lets go around flaunting baby pictures. No but that is more because of my own theories on who's damn business it other then our own?" Kade nodded. "Look. Your brother, your father, my great grandfather. They can make their threats, their whatever the hell they want. At the end of the day. Until my body is cold and I'm sitting beside Jesus smoking a Cuban cigar will I ever believe there is a chance that any harm will come to that baby." Kade spoke. Their eyes staying locked.

"I know that. And I believe that. But it still doesn't stop me from worrying." Sakkara told him.

"And I don't expect it to." Kade told her. "Are you sure you still don't wanna consider naming him DaleDarrelWaltripRichardPettyRustyAlsonBillIrvingGordonEarnhardtSmithJohnson Junior?"

"Kade!" She said sternly as he smirked.

"I had to try." He laughed.

"Do you really think I bellow?" She asked.

"Don't ask me questions you don't want me to answer sweetie." Kade smiled. Slowly he leaned in, his lips finding her own. Until a muffled coo grabbed both their attentions. "I'm never gonna get laid again with this kid around." Kade grumbled as he stood. Sakkara nearly followed, until she restrained. As he walked over he picked the now awake baby up.

"I think he just got woken up but your non-hovering, kid already has issues. Way to go." Kade smirked as he moved gently back to the bed. "I think he'll go right back to sleep in a few minutes. Do me a favor, go get me and you something to drink." Kade told her. Sakkara knew it was his polite way of saying get lost for a few minutes. Reluctantly she did so as he waited for her to get out of the room.

Hearing her go down the stairs, he moved the baby back to where they could see eye to eye, holding him perfectly as if he'd been doing this for years. "Everything I said about no one harming you. I meant it. You will never be put in as much danger as your mother and I stupidly did. As long as you promise not destroy me one I lead the revolution agais.......why the hell am I talking to you like this, like your mother? You don't have a clue what I'm talking about. In that case, dog, poop, wobble, wobble, napkin, stop sign, turtle, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Kade smirked as he put the child back against his chest, it immediately beginning to relax again.

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I see the Dogg got to you again

by Devilz Child

By the time Devilz Child returned to the doorway of the master bedroom with a couple glasses of Pepsi, Kade had made the descent from intelligent conversation to mere garbled noises. She paused just outside the frame, leaning against it with a shoulder with a glass in each hand as she observed the father and son, the softest of smiles on her scarred lips.

The image the Demonic Angel in Black made with the little boy was almost nausea-inducing in its sweetness. There he sat, in the darkness of his domain, cradling the son neither dreamed of having, babbling silly nonsense with a smirk of odd origins. Disbelief, perhaps, or even contentment. Who knew. He did, and he wasn't about to share anything anytime soon.

She liked to think she understood what he felt.

That Dominic was yet another piece of rightness in their lives. That they were on the path they'd been meant to be on from the start.

The brunette demoness quietly shook that notion off. Fate, Destiny, whatever it could be deemed to be named.. those ideas were too romantic for her taste. Each person made their own path, created their own Destiny. That was that.

But even she couldn't deny how incredibly remarkable and brilliant their paths had combined and continued to wind along.

Kade was right. No force in any plane would stand a chance against them should any come looking to harm Dominic. At least not from an enemy standpoint. It was the familiar ones she worried about most. Those deemed friends could get close and turn on them within moments, and they might be caught unaware.

May the gods forbid that day ever come. That would be her point of no return.

Kade's chuckle brought her back to the moment, and Devilz Child sauntered into the room to hear him connecting sounds into a stream of noise that made her laugh quietly. "Beloved, you know that I love you with unfathomable depths, but you will not be teaching our child how to speak," she informed him as she crossed to the nightstand, setting the glasses down.

"Afraid of the big words he might learn?" he asked with a grin.

"More like afraid of his inability to ever articulate properly," she returned, kneeling beside Kade on the bed in order to rest her chin on his shoulder. "That would certainly keep him from getting anywhere in life, being able to only babble baby speech."

Kade shook his head. "It's not like he understands anything, anyway," he retorted as the demoness brushed a hand across the baby's forehead. "So long as the tone is happy, he'll be happy."

"Daddy simply does not want to admit that he likes talking to his little prince," she mock-whispered to the child, his eyes beginning to flutter as he drifted toward sleep.

"Daddy's sitting right here and can talk for himself," Kade interjected, his voice falling to a whisper to help keep the baby asleep. "And he thinks Mommy's nuts."

The brunette rolled her eyes, reaching for her glass of soda as Kade stood to return Dominic to his bassinet. "You have always believed so," she remarked, watching him tuck the child in, her expression softening, "and yet, you have not run away. Tried to kill me, yes, but not run away. Brings one question to mind."

"And what question would that be?" he inquired as he returned to the bed, taking his own drink in hand.

She smirked as she replied, "Which of us truly is the crazy one."

Posted on Oct 20, 2009, 12:55 PM

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Seeking a pardon from the Gover err the Commissioner...

by Viper

Down the halls the angry brunette marched, the very look in her eyes sending out a clear warning, stay out of her way or suffer her wrath. Viper had practically cleared the endless procession of doors and corridors when she felt someone's gaze on her, someone was checking her out and narrowing her eyes, she flung around and stared down the pervy looking mailroom clerk, Fred.

The man knew right then and there that he was in trouble unless he beat a hasty retreat. Offering an apologetic smile, Fred averted his eyes and started walking away to continue his duties when out of the blue, the upper draw on a filing cabinet flew open and nailed him right in the side of the head! Fred went down like a ton of bricks and sitting on the floor, he glanced back at the brunette who was still watching him with a deadly smile on her lips.

Deciding that she didn't have the time to bother with this peon, the brunette sauntered off once more, her destination, Commissioner Mckain's office. She had to try to have him overturn the terms of that damn match between herself and The Shade.

At this point, the brunette didn't care if she'd be looked upon unfavorably, it'd pass, it wasn't as if she had never screwed someone over in the ring,, it was to be expected that on occasion she'd give someone the shaft wasn't it? Besides she reasoned, how would she look, especially to herself if she went through with it?? The thought of her doing domestic work at someone else's bidding would be a fate worse than, well whatever she could think of at the moment. Mr Mckain was a good man, he wouldn't allow someone of her stature do such menial work, it could affect buyrates. Okay perhaps not, but it was a still good argument to make.

When Viper arrived at Mckain's new office, she decided to forgo throwing his receptionist into the hall and politely waited to be let in and when she was, she headed towards the Commissioner intent on having him call the enslavement to the Shade off...

(Only those involved for now pwease)

Posted on Oct 19, 2009, 4:34 PM

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Pardon my french....

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To her horror...the Shade was already there!!! However it gets somewhat better...as he's wearing a french maid outfit..


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Viper: Oo!



Shade: Thank god you made it...I may have lost the match and be forced to be McKain's slave....but I still beat you! Making you my slave! And I'm going to make you suffer just as much as he's making me suffer! SO GO GET IN THE FRENCH MAID OUTFIT!


Viper: Why would I suffer from wearing an outfit like that? I can more than pull it off...


Shade: Shutup and take this bottle of windex....McKain wants his windows to be spotless....I suggest you use newspaper and vinegar...don't want to have streaks...

Posted on Oct 19, 2009, 4:52 PM

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A pardon yes, I want a pardon from this Hellish sentence!

by Viper

An evil little smile creeped along the brunette's lips as she looked at the bottle of Windex that French Maid Shade was holding out to her. She had no idea that The Shade had become Mckain's slave, the idea of it causing her to laugh to herself. Her amusement came to a halt when Shade wiggled that bottle of blue stuff at her. Did he really expect her to take it? To use it?? For another moment she looked at it as if it came from another planet, well to Viper it may as well have, a planet of peasants that she did not wish to visit or belong to.

"If you don't get that out of my face and put your arm down, the only streaks there'll be is your blood streaking the windows and every other piece of furniture Mr Mckain has in here!" Viper warned with a menacing half smile.

Shade: "Ooooooooooo!!"

"And you should really shave your legs" The brunette quipped, crossing her arms across her chest defiantly refusing to take the cleaner

"Mr. Mckain will you please tell Mrs. Doubtfire here.."

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"That you simply cannot allow your star attraction to demean herself by...cleaning"

Posted on Oct 19, 2009, 5:07 PM

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So much for abolishing slavery...

by Kevin McKain

McKain just shook his head, and sadly let it drop to his desk with a loud THUD.

Looking at the two again, he stood up, parting them to either side of his office, which was still being finished.

Listen you two - I'm still getting things organized as Commish. I'm trying to wrap up all of my StrikeZone responsibilities, and hand those down to Rick, who isn't listening to much of what I have to say. In any case, with everything in MY life, you two - I have no time for this bullshit.

Viper, seemingly taken aback by his reaction, just stands silently. The Shade grins and thrusts the items back into her face now, triumphant...

SHADE: Take it!

NO!

Hang on there, pretty in pink - which reminds me you should be wearing that dress Molly Ringwald does in that movie.. but I digress -- just because you're MY slave, does NOT mean passing off all my work onto her.

Viper - you signed it. A contract. Legally you're obligated and if you don't I'm sure Legal won't be happy with the hell it raises for this company - and my first act as Commissioner doesn't need to be the one that gets me fired.

Shade - She might be a slave, but she's still allowed to beat you to death. If she so desires at any point... but she HAS to do what you say - just like you do me... so kiss my feet you royal pain in my ass...

McKain smirked...

Posted on Oct 29, 2009, 3:34 PM

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...Something wicked, this way comes...

by Darkside Wrestling Federation

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"Are you afraid? You should be..."










Posted on Oct 18, 2009, 11:30 AM

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"I have a package for a Mister...Kay-dee-an?"

by Delivery Guy

TO: Kadeian
FROM: Your Biggest Fan

COMMENTS:
These words always make me think of you,
so make sure you read the whole thing!
I guess what I'm trying to say is:
thanks for the memories.
- Diana



Posted on Oct 15, 2009, 4:51 PM

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Side 2: A returning stalker.

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Kade tipped the Delivery Guy as he took off. Kade stared at the comments for the longest time. His head and heart feeling almost heavy like both were about to sink and had a ton of bricks attached.

NO ONE WILL BELIEVE YOU!

'YOU ARE A FREAK!'

YOU ARE GOING TO BE DESTROYED!

And yet all the demon could manage in response to the delivery was a simple "I am so fucked."

Posted on Oct 20, 2009, 12:24 AM

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So the pied piper tries to play his pipe! Well, time to put the fucker out of tune!

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The following statement is from the offices of Chris Blade:

"Good evening, these days, my role has been working more behind the scenes and helping Candice with more "progressive" roles within the company, our new arena is ready for Straight to the Grave, 55'000 are predicted to attend the DWF "Dungeon" in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico!"

"Recently we have the nWo flaunting their way through the DWF, even sanctioning their own championship titles on OUR Aggression show. Fine, fine... As long as it gets ratings, it doesn't fuss me as such"

"But then I go to the two bit wanker known as Eric Bitchoff. Seriously?? You want to face me, a former world champion in karate, kick-boxing, judo AND Tai-Kwando? I know more moves than you can shake a stick at, I was also a six year superstar, a former World Champion. You want a war, I might have to sanction the fight, but under DWF "Respect" rules, no officials can physically assault one another. So unfortunately, for now, I CAN'T accept your challenge, especially with insurers possibly looking to sue one or both of us!"

"But why should I need to worry about petty little fools like you, you're the equivalent to a mini-hitler, some day, The Outsiders and Blood and Venom will see you for what you truly are and leave while they still have some dignity!"

"In much more interesting news, Strikezone Revolution has made a TV ratings hit, WAY before the nWo were mentioned, which is why I might give them some more air time. The points scoring system sees Aggression slightly taking the lead at this very moment in the 2009/10 GM of the Year award"

Posted on Oct 13, 2009, 3:40 PM

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A memo about Chris Blade's Memo

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Mr. Blade:

With all due respect, what the fuck have you been smoking? There are SO many errors in that memo that it is almost funny. Allow me to point them out to you.

1) "Recently we have the nWo flaunting their way through the DWF, even sanctioning their own championship titles on OUR Aggression show."

Well, Aggression WAS the DWF's show. In reality, meaning the reality that is real and not your drug induced fantasy, nWo Aggression is MY show. It does have legal ties to the DWF, as per the agreement, however it is still owned by the nWo. As such, should the nWo brand not have its own championships?

2) On the matter of you refusing to answer my challenge, yes I know your history. I don't care. All I hear out of your mouth is fear. You don't want to face me because you know I would humiliate you. So stop trying to cook up little excuses and just tell me that you are lacking manhood.

3) "Strikezone Revolution has made a TV ratings hit, WAY before the nWo were mentioned..."

Really? Really??? Have you even looked at your card on Strikezone??? It's name should be "nWo Presents DWF Strikezone"! You have 5 matches on your card. 3 of those matches Feature a representative of the nWo. Three! Face it Chris, you are living in denial. And speaking of Denial...

4) "The points scoring system sees Aggression slightly taking the lead at this very moment in the 2009/10 GM of the Year award"

You mean DWF has a new Aggression? You sure as hell don't mean nWo Aggression. What part of shove your GM of the year award right up your ass was unclear to you. You now only oversee one person, a joke named Astin. So save yourself a year and a meaningless time slot on a ppv that can better be used towards giving fans what they WANT rather than your personal stroke-a-thon and mail the thing to Astin.

So basically what I am saying is, outside of your opening paragraph, the rest of your memo is crap. Nice attempt at PR though.

Eric Bitchoff
nWo Chairman

Posted on Oct 13, 2009, 6:43 PM

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Memo about Bitchoff's Memo about Blade's Memo. (ugh, this title can make people dizzy)

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To clarify about the GM award.

I mention Aggression as in YOUR show. DWF doesn't have another Aggression, nor can it have the TV time available on any network for another Aggression. Plus it won't be shown on a PPV after the board have discussed that an awards evening will be more sufficient. Plus should you win the award, I'm afraid you have to accept that fact & just take the award.

Also, about the "No Contact" policy between the officials, that my friend was signed up by the board. Especially as Candice wants a more calmer work area.

A knock on the door interrupts him.

Hold on.

*Mr Blade, your order of 50'000 bottles of Jack Daniels and 20'000 cans of Red Bull are here*

CB: Marvellous. I can do with a drink or two.

After signing for the drinks, he returns to the seat.

CB: ahh fuck it. switches off TV

Then hits for his drinks. buzz "Mr. Blade, you need to stop the drinking problem. Said his secretary

CB: You're NOT my councillor. FUCK OFF!!!

throws the intercom to the ground

Posted on Oct 14, 2009, 4:33 AM

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Strikezone Retribution IS LIVE!!

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Posted on Oct 12, 2009, 10:06 PM

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Untitled

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23:00 hours on Monday the 12th of October 2009 and with the moon and stars displayed brilliantly in the clear night sky, a partially shadowed figure stood atop grains of sand at the waters edge, ice blue eyes gazing out aimlessly at the ocean and it's reflective beauty as wind driven waves crested, then invaded the land, reached out to touch the black leather of the figures formal boots and receded back into the ocean just as fast as it had came. It was a bitterly cold night with strong gusts of winds that caused the figure to shiver slightly as it blew his shoulder length hair behind him, but it wasn't enough to persuade him to cut the trip down memory lane short and return to the hotel of which he and the woman he used to call his soul mate used to create his some of his fonder memories of the past. He just stood there, dressed in black slacks, a black belt, black gloves, a white shirt with the top button undone and a brown leather collared storm wear coat, the breeze continuing to blow, the waves continuing the crash upon the shore and the moonlight continuing to shine upon the pale skin and handsome, athletic, if slightly rugged features of the combat sport and Darker Realms battle veteran known as Mr Jack Edward Nathanson, better known as The Worlds Superior, Jack E Breaker.

It was a beautiful, if slightly physically uncomfortable night that brought back warm, pleasant memories of the past that also caused painfully present mental torments to return. He remembered a time at the very spot of which he was standing, where he and his past love would be rolling around in a passionate embrace that often led to naughtier things, the sweet smile and the twinkling blue eyes of said woman being the key of the warmth within the soul as opposed to the fairly thin but well curved body and the physical pleasure derived from ploughing your woman in a place where you're really not supposed to, an act that could lead to much embarrassment if caught by anyone at all, especially those with cameras. Yes, behind that innocence was a naughty streak that didn't often rear it's head and had to be coaxed out of her on occasion, but when it was unleashed, pleasant memories were quickly created for the immediate and distant future. Even though he had long ago gotten over the fact that reconciliation with Rachael was not for the best interests of both of them, the warmth of those memories still stung him with the fact that she was the only true source of happiness throughout most of his life. She was gone, having one night stands with his old enemies and despite spending months searching for something or someone to make life feel worth living, at the end of it all, Jack still had nothing but his dignity, fortune and legacy and as such, still felt aimless and completely and utterly alone.

Jack had believed that he was meant to ascend to another level of life at late December of last year, whether it be by mere death or other means, but he had survived and as such, was stuck in a life that he had little spiritual connection to, no family, no friends, no career and no hobbies aside from riding his bikes on rural roads as fast and as recklessly as he possibly could. It wasn't much different on the months leading to it or even the years, aside from his obsession with recapturing his glory as a competitor for the Darkside Wrestling Federation, an obsession that eventually led to the personal downfall that still caused pain to this very night. It was a pain that Jack held to himself with quiet dignity as he rode his steed, fought his enemies, lived his life and fucked his women, but despite the travelling, the exploration and the partying, it still lingered, the thought that nobody could fill the void that was left by Rachael and that nothing could fill the void that was left when he decided to leave a seven year plus career spent at the GTWF, CWF and DWF behind. It felt like a constant fight against apathy, a struggle to keep that gun out of his mouth and the sword from his heart, but a fight that didn't offer much motivation for victory aside from the idea that there shall eventually be light at the end of the tunnel, an idea that felt fruitless for much of the time. He just lived from day to day, visiting new areas and trying new things and finding reasons to continue onto the next day, but ultimately failing to do so.

That's not to say that the many different experiences that Jack had sought out and went through were miserable, they were not, but as fun as they were, they did not cure him of his sickness and didn't make it any easier for him to keep those thoughts from overwhelming him as he lay his head upon a pillow and shut his eyes. Yet as he lay there and as he looked out to sea on this night, the so called Ring General wondered if he should act upon an impulse to return to the career that he had obsessed about so unhealthily in the past, even though it had brought out such ugly and self destructive tendencies. Whether Jack liked his past or not, what was fact was that everything that he had could be attributed to his career, from his fame to his money, to his skills and to his intelligence and to his more pleasant memories and the family and friends that were no longer with him. Upon reflection, it had hit Jack when he looked back and saw how many...or how few friends that he had made throughout his long and storied career, so many lost opportunities for happiness in the pursuit of victory, so would it be possible that he could find the solutions to his problems within the seedy and sadistic walls of the Darkside Wrestling Federation? Could he find friendship or even love in the DWF? Or would it just be following a dangerous path to the darker side of himself that he hadn't released in months, just for an absurd idea of finding something that may not be able to exist in such a realm? Would trying be worth the risk? Would it even be worth the effort in the first place? Surely it was undignified to even think about doing such for such pathetic reasons?

The sheer idea of returning to the DWF after everything Jack had went through with that company, was typically answered with a resounding refusal and then put back into the back of the mind so that fresh thoughts and concerns could come to the front, but after repeated failures, the question would pop back to the front and he found it harder to refuse each time. Jack Nathanson was too far conditioned to the life that he had previously lived and although he was at odds with most of the creatures that he had encountered, he generally identified with them far more than those he had encountered on his travels, those with no idea about the true weaknesses of humanity as opposed to the superior beings that they didn't even know that existed. Whether Jack was a human or not and no matter where he started fighting, he was a fully integrated member of the Darker Realms, a being who had experienced far more than the average human who walked the street, a being who had tangled with vampires and gods and other powerful beings and that was something that could not be ignored when trying to engage with another human on a personal level. It made the possibility of Jack finding someone rather slim, whether it be love or friendship, there were few humans who truly understood the nature of what he had immersed himself in for years, whether they watched the product or not. After all, who would possibly understand, let alone even believe Jack if he told them that he was one of a trio of individuals, one being a vampire and another from an alternate dimension, who together, saved the world from a malevolent, black feathered god who could fly with a single wing attached to his back?

It seemed that Jack would simply be destined to live the remainder of his life alone and misunderstood, but whether he should return to the DWF and try to find those who can give him a sense of spiritual fulfilment, a sense of completion, even though the idea of succeeding could and had been dismissed as mere bullshit in the past, but had gained weight the more he searched and the more he thought about why he was unable to truly bond with his human kind. It had turned from something that was easily dismissed, to a very tough decision to make.

Excluding the two hours that Jack had spent wandering the beach and the dense woods behind it, Jack had stood on this very spot for three hours and had done nothing but look ahead, reminisce about his past and contemplate his future. It was two o clock in the morning, tiredness was affecting him heavily, the temperature had dropped, the wind had picked up and Jack was suffering and decided to call it a night. He turned around and started walking along the coastline, back towards the secluded hotel where he and his ex had spent many nights together, whilst knowing that he would be able to get a good nights sleep and a good lie in on the next day, as he had absolutely no plans for tomorrow or any day after. All Jack had was his health, his money, his trusty black Ducati 1098S, a world that he needed to continue exploring and a life that he needed to give meaning and substance to before he made the decision to end it on a particularly low note. Mr Jack Edward Nathanson, a man who had everything... a man who had nothing...in front of him were two paths...one of which being humanity and the other...Darker Realms...would he stay on course or turn down onto the path of sin? The very path that he once swore that he would never return to? It was not a question that would be answered on this night.

Posted on Oct 12, 2009, 2:44 PM

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D.W.F Straight To The Grave Pay-Per-View Signup

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Pleasant Nightmares









Posted on Oct 12, 2009, 10:19 AM

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Strikezone Retribution Semi-Final Card

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The clock ticks away...






Posted on Oct 11, 2009, 6:24 PM

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Strikezone: Retribution - TDR vs. Damien Death

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Damien: at Christmas Carnage 2007, you and your scheming little angel spoiled what should have been a glorious ending to a glorious night, when the silver head of a cane kept me from claiming the Undisputed Championship of the World. I claimed a measure of retribution that night, when Angelica 'faced the music.' And then recently, one of my plague-bearing arrows served to inform you that I am both the Destroyer and the Healer.

Now at last, nearly two years later, the time has come for Destiny to balance her scales. The King of Vampires, and the Averter of Evils. Two men, one fall. If the fall goes to you, I cleanse your body of all its impurities. If the fall goes to me, I take your title.

And Angelica, if I were you...I would pray that he loses. Because if don't take his title, I will take him...straight to the grave.

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Posted on Oct 11, 2009, 5:51 PM

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