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Nicole Kinneck vs. Shilo Valiant; SCW World Championship
Topic Started: Dec 17 2011, 06:53 PM (143 Views)
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Nicole Kinneck vs. Shilo Valiant
SCW World Championship

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5 PM EST Thursday, December 29, 2011
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--Bad Wolf--


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The SCW world hated me.

The Kings of Shadows barely saw me.

The man I knew to be my father had come back from the dead only for me to sever connections.

I had a former friend who would never stop harassing me.

My mother was still distraught by my actions.

The partner of said mother would probably shoot me the moment she saw me.

And I was to face a new friend for my SCW title at the final show of 2011.


All in all…Things were looking like shit right now.

--Shilo--
Merry Christmas to me.


I didn’t chuckle at that, though I felt the inclination to. What was there to be really happy about? I would spend my first Christmas alone. I had no choice. It was Christmas Eve and I was in the middle of Texas. I couldn’t go to Northridge. I couldn’t get home.

And why?

--Shilo--
Because you stupidly booked your plane ticket on the wrong day!


I groaned angrily as I fisted my hands into my hair. I had said “Flight plane back on the Sunday”, thinking that’s when Christmas Eve was. Low and behold, that was friggin Christmas Day! It would take the day to arrive back in Toronto! Day and a half with transfers and waiting!

Angrily, my fist flew to punch the wall, the other hand clutching the laptop that remained tucked into the crook of my arm. I had tried to cancel or reschedule my trip, but Christmas was Christmas, and people wanted to get home. They were booked solid. Which left me with the issue if I cancelled, it take longer to get home.

Fuck, the plan had been so perfect. I’d arrive late into the night on Christmas Eve, having taken the plane early in the morning of that day. Actually, I’d arrive so late in the night that it would be morning of Christmas Day. To have Marina wake up in my arms on that day, seeing her surprise…and Gwyn’s too when she opened her presents. She was already too old to believe in Santa Claus, but there was still some wonder in her eyes, if last year was any indication.

Well, if there was any wonder, I wouldn’t be able to see it.

Well, wait till Strange posts a video of himself. I’m sure he still believes in Santa Claus.

It was hardly a comforting thought. For the second big show, the first being Gang Rulz, Strange was not booked. What’s more, he had lost his one match in Fatal Fortunes, opting to haunt me instead of spend his time earning a good ranking. It wasn’t surprising, and the fact that I had thought about him during my own issues of the holidays was something I regretted. This wasn’t the time to worry about that idiot and what he would do. This wasn’t even the time to worry about facing Nicole at the big show. This was about what I could do to be home for Christmas.

For the hundredth time, my mind whined that it was impossible. It wasn’t about money anymore, but time. Time was the one thing I couldn’t fix. And regardless of what I chose, I was just too far away to get to Toronto before Christmas. Sighing for what felt like the third time, I let my form collapse into the chair, my arm still wrapped around the laptop. I was certain someone was going to barge in and ask me to leave after I had punched the wall, but hey! Maybe I hadn’t been that loud with the punch. Straining for a moment, I didn’t hear anything approach me, so I assumed that no one was coming. Perhaps it was best to have chosen a quiet-study room on the highest floor of the library on December 24th in a nearby, open university. What were the odds anyone was up here? Probably not a lot. A student at school during the holidays? I don’t anyone in Texas was that sad.

Well…I was…

I liked the lights the best. I had for a long time. They was really no limit to their potential, provided you had enough electricity. Unlimited colors and shades, size… combine them to create the most beautiful images, or most disturbing of pictures. Broadway shows utilized them to create spectacular effects. Movies were the same. There was always light. No matter where one looked, for one needed light to look.

And Christmas…the idea was proven tenfold over.

Trees, lampposts, whole buildings and houses, all the way through New Years. The world was illuminated like a beacon through the universe. A lighthouse for the cosmos.

But it was more than that to me. Every light bulb had a purpose. A certain color, a specific design. And with each new endeavor, that purpose could change but the light was still ideal to the task. Bright enough it could blind. Dark enough, it would blind.

--Shilo--
Listen to me. I sound like a prophetic idiot. I should give Jason Zero a call. He’d have a field day.

Still, I was grateful to be on this train of thought. I could imagine Marina next to me as I confided in her. She’d look me dead in the eye and say “Like you”. Me? I was light? Was that so impossible, she’d say. Then she’d explain it. Not sure how she would.

--Shilo (imitating Marina)--
Lights, given enough electricity, can have unlimited potential, right? Well…you, the conqueror…


I liked how the word “conqueror” came into my head. I wouldn’t have thought like that if I wasn’t thinking like Marina. Marina was far more vernacularly gifted than I. Eloquence and fluidity of speech were her gift. I was blunt, simple even. Still…

Conqueror…

I wouldn’t have agreed with that. I didn’t like feeling like I was conquering people. Even now, this aspect of HAVING to berate the people in SCW. But it was necessary. O. had let the place run rough-shod. The rankings system was no more. There were few, if any surprises now. And the people were still calling it entertainment. It WAS like Christmas lights!

The people were satisfied with the simple white lights on one design. Something placed in haste to make it feel like it belonged. No colors. No creativity. A parade float that was of wood and one platform amidst the three-tiers that could be. They wanted that simplistic, boring form in SCW. I couldn’t allow that to happen to the people that still believed in me, few as they were now. The masks, ceramic in design, the jeers and jabs at their direction. Why could they not see that this was what was needed?

--Shilo (impersonating Marina)--
Because they are the bland, uninspired white lights.

How true. I love the colored lights. I yearned to be the colored lights in SCW. Showy in a new way, not the most obvious way, like what Strange was trying to do. I shook my head to remove the thoughts of my former partner. I had thought an attack on the last few shows would be needed, but the more Masquerade…Stephan…stuck his nose in my business, the less and less intimidated I became. Since the attack with the wrench on that Ammo, he hadn’t laid a finger on me. He had backed away, hidden in the rafters and tried to goad me with words. He was losing his touch and the more time went on, the less concerned I was. No, Strange would soon lose his voice, the only real weapon he had, and then I’d be free of him.

No, being the colored light wasn’t about being flashy all the time. It was being different. Why was I one of the shocking moments of 2011 in SCW and Strange wasn’t? Because no one saw it coming. Why was I an entrant in practically every possible category? Cause I kept changing things up. Colored lights on a Christmas tree, or a house, or a parade or a display of any kind was eye-catching, amazing to watch because it was different. Simpler than that, Marina, they had the potential to be more than simple, white lights.

I stopped for a moment. Was I actually having a mental conversation with my soul-mate in the silence of a private room in a library.

--Shilo--
Well…safer for us than if she was here.

My hand clasped over my mouth, hoping no one heard that. No one did. Still, I was surprised by that thought. It was no mystery to me that my sex-life with Marina had drastically changed for the better. There was rarely a time together and alone that she wasn’t in my arms or I in hers.

Except Christmas.

Yes, my shoulders slumped as I thought this. This year, I would not be able to talk about this analogy of lights and SCW with her. This year, I wouldn’t be able to see her smiling face or hold her on Christmas night while I unwrapped her like my own personal present. Afterwards, she’d tell me all I had pretended her saying. Then I’d confirm it all in my head. Through my own desire to entertain and help the people truly enjoy entertainment, I had a potential that some were saying had yet to be reached. Hell, the elite 15 had named me the top number draw on my own merit, claiming I would be up there for a while. They had no idea what else I had accomplished. Sitting back in the chair, my mind wondered over all that had transpired this year. I had completed Solgemia with Marina slowly before this year, but in this year…

I had survived losing a child
I had survived the return of the Underground Wars
I had defeated the greatest threat in the underground in the Blood Labyrinth.
I had found my mother.
I had uncovered the truth of Spider’s death.

That was in my private life. My mind clicked over to the other side.

Where I held the US title longer than anyone else in 2011
Where I became the longest reigning SCW and US dual champion
Where my time as the SCW champion was the longest of the year
Where I held the top two titles for nearly a hundred days
Where I main-evented Rise to Greatness
Where I won the resurrected Chamber Match and the SCW title in one night
Where I main-evented six of the pay-per-views of the year, more than anyone else.


Gods, had all that happened in one year? It felt much longer. Like it had been a lifetime, or a career. One year…from January 2011 to it’s end…

And I would celebrate it alone. Because of a fucking mistake.

It always returned to that. The fact that I would not be home for Christmas. And no doubt I’d miss the new year if SCW had any say with it. Press-conferences and the like. Angrily, I set the laptop on a nearby table and opened it. It took a moment to find an appropriate wifi, not being a student and all. Fortunately, I got one under limited access and soon, the icon of Skype turned green. I had been dreading this, for as soon as I logged in and was available, I received the invitation to a video conversation. Taking a deep breath, I clicked the mouse over the “accept” button. There was a moment of static and interference before it became clear…well…as clear as skype could be. In seconds, the picture cleared and I was staring into the eyes of my Marina.

--Shilo--
Can you hear me?

--Marina--
Yes. One sec…sorry, I had the volume up too high.

--Shilo--
Where’s Gwyn?

--Marina--
Over at Rameses.

--Shilo--
Wait…you let her go alone?

--Marina--
Faith is there to look after him.


I was surprised. Faith, aka Lucy Jekyll, had only a few months ago indulged her preferred name to me. I guess she had told Marina as well. I didn’t feel slighted by this, merely surprised.

--Shilo--
Alright.

--Marina--
She’s old enough to know what to do and not to do.

--Shilo--
Oh this from the woman that kissed me at the age of twelve.

--Marina--
Excuse me? As I recall, you were the one that kissed me!

--Shilo--
But you slept with me!

--Marina--
You let me! And it was just a sleepover.

--Shilo--
Where we shared a bed.

--Marina--
Oh come on! Get your head out of the gutter.

--Shilo--
Can’t. I’m looking at you.


She stopped for a moment, her eyes straying away for a moment shyly. I loved that. The fact that I could still cause her to blush with just a few words.

--Marina--
Nice.

--Shilo--
Thank you.

--Marina--
Where are you?


I tried to speak but no words came out. Instead, I let a few breaths escape my lips before I felt calm enough to speak.

--Shilo--
Houston.

--Marina--
Houston? As in still in Texas?

--Shilo--
Yes, that Houston.

--Marina--
SHILO! How the hell are you supposed to-

--Shilo--
I can’t. I won’t be home till at least boxing day.


She was silent. It seemed a double-edged sword, my personal life. Yes, the sex had increased but there were the bad times, the issues that went with them. This was one of them.

--Shilo--
I made a mistake. I told them the wrong day and got the wrong date as well.

--Marina--
Alright, so when will you be back?

--Shilo--
Ticket says I’ll be there by the evening of Boxing Day, pending there are no delays.

--Marina--
Oh yeah…no delays on the holidays in winter. Right.

--Shilo--
I know.

--Marina--
Gods, I wish you had double checked!

--Shilo--
I’m sorry, I kinda have had a lot on my mind.

--Marina--
Precisely! You’re making mistakes you normally wouldn’t make!

--Shilo--
Marina, I am in the middle of a library. The last thing I need is to get tossed out for disturbing the peace. I have to be out of here soon anyway with their “shortened hours”.

--Marina--
What am I going to tell Gwyn?

--Shilo--
Tell her the truth. I made a mistake and got held up.

--Marina--
You want me to tell our daughter that her father isn’t going to be there for Christmas?

--Shilo--
Trust me. It isn’t so bad after the first three or four times it happens.

--Marina--
Oh my god. Sometimes I could just strangle you!

--Shilo--
I’m sorry!

--Marina--
No, sorry doesn’t cut it here. You promised me that you’d be there for her. You promised her you’d be there for Christmas!

--Shilo--
Marina! I can’t change it! There’s no possible way to get there. I’ve exhausted every route. Cabs, private shuttles, buses, everything! Nothing can get me across the states and into Toronto in less than a day! It’s not possible! It was a mistake! How many times do I have to say that?


She looked away for a moment and I couldn’t see her face. Frustrated, I ran my hands through my hair, wishing I was anywhere else. Anywhere closer to Toronto.

--Marina--
I’ll tell her. You’ll be home the next day.

--Shilo--
If all goes well.

--Marina--
I’ll tell her.


The connection went dead after that and I felt my chest just collapse emotionally. It wasn’t fair. Mistakes like this were not supposed to have such dire consequences. If a light bulb burnt out, it was replaced and the image was maintained. The whole design didn’t burst into flames or something. That’s what I was! The colored design, comprised of bright lights of different colors, which one a different style-

WOULD YOU SHUT UP ABOUT SCW FOR A MOMENT?!

My mind shouted and I instantly sent the request via Skype for Marina to pick up. It took a few seconds and a bad connection made me have to retry, but it finally connected.

--Marina--
What?

--Shilo--
What time are you two opening presents?

--Marina--
What?

--Shilo--
What time are you two opening presents?

--Marina--
Around eight after her breakfast.

--Shilo--
Alright.


I thought this over carefully. Marina was already home, and she had the phone line of our room connected to the internet. How Spider was able to pull that off at his old age, I’ll never know.

--Shilo--
Take the laptop, the large one I left there. At nine, connect the phone-line to it and run Skype through.

--Marina--
That’s your plan? You’re going to watch us on Skype?

--Shilo--
It’s the best I can do.

--Marina--
I don’t think she’ll be happy with this.

--Shilo--
None of us will be, but I don’t have any options. I already called three cab drivers trying to get there.

--Marina--
From Texas to Toronto? That would cost-

--Shilo--
Close to five thousand dollars. No driver will do it on Christmas Eve and it still would take 24-some hours.


We were silent for a moment, unsure where this conversation would go and how it would end.

--Shilo--
You know I was pretending you were here.

--Marina--
Again?

--Shilo--
Yeah… I guess I do it more often than I realized.

--Marina--
Couples in love do that.

--Shilo--
Yeah. We talked about Christmas lights.

--Marina--
Did we?

--Shilo--
Yeah…kinda drifted back to wrestling.

--Marina--
Always does.

--Shilo--
It…It hurt more when I realized that I was pretending and that I wouldn’t really be there.

--Marina--
What do you want me to say?

--Shilo--
I don’t want you or Gwyn to hate me.

--Marina--
I don’t hate you. I know Gwyn doesn’t either. But this is going to be hard for her. Yu have to accept your part in it.

--Shilo--
I know…I just…you know how I feel about breaking promises.

--Marina--
I know.


Her voice was so soft in that response. Of course she knew. I was many things in my life and in SCW, but I did all I could to keep promises I made. I rarely made promises of victory in a match unless I was certain for that reason. I hated breaking promises…now I had to break one to my own daughter. Releasing a sigh, I concentrated back on Marina.

--Shilo--
I have to go now. They’ll be closing soon. I’ll be back when I return to the hotel.

--Marina--
Alright.

--Shilo--
I love you.

--Marina--
I love you too.


The line went dead once more. I didn’t want to say anymore. The last sentence. Instead, I closed my laptop and made my way out of the library and towards my hotel. To my first Christmas alone.

--Shilo--
Merry Christmas, Shilo…

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Oh my god! No! Please tell me I’m dreaming… Please tell me you’re not this stupid! Please tell me some actual thought was put into this choice. Please tell me you were convinced by someone to choose this way. Brainwashed by an idiot…

Oh, I’m sorry…where are my manners?


HELLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SEPLOPHILACS AND PHONIES!

And idiots, buffoons, simpletons, misguided… oh there are so many names for you now! How could you be so stupid? I just can’t wrap my mind around it. After two nights at being at the mercy of fate’s entertainment, a night that saw Shilo Valiant (with the help of Marina Trent) defeat Lucas Knight for a second time and Gable Winchester for…are we at six?…that was particularly fun…anyway, after a night at having no power, you idiots are granted the ability to ultimately choose the fate of the SCW championship. To make me worry about the end of the year. You could easily give the title shot to Strange, the man that has been hunting me for so long, who you laugh with, who you cheer on, who, for the longest time, seemed like the man you WANTED to face me and dethrone me. You could have chose Syren, the woman I’ve never beaten in an SCW ring. You could have chosen Ryan Watson, a man that I know nothing of and don’t care to, but would know everything about me. These are choices that you could have gone to taunt me, haunt me and perhaps stop me from remaining the SCW champion.

But…you pick…a member of my own team? You pick Nicole Ki-

HA HA HA HA HA HA!

Oh, you fools! Do you really expect me to be afraid now! Look what you’ve done! You all claim that I am the villain and am treating you like retarded folks, yet here you are, handing the power of the main-event back into my hands, willingly on a silver fucking platter! That’s what you’re doing! You’re relinquishing your choice and power by making the biggest mistake and choice of your miserable, boring lives!

Is it because Nicole is a poor wrestler? Of course not. Nicole is the pride of The House of Ruin! She is a living example of taking entertainment as the focus and striving for success. A former Underground champion, an amazing performer and, let’s face it, she’d easily destroy anyone in the women’s division if given another chance. No one beyond her is worthy to be a main-event superstar in the next year! No, your choice isn’t dumb because of Nicole’s ability. I personally believe she could pull an upset if all is aligned and the luck comes out to play.

No, your choice was poor because Nicole IS a member of the House of Ruin. Oh, how interesting it is now. The main-event in the hands of two people driven to control and provide the best entertainment possible, controlling this match and every aspect of it. You’ve given us this power, you fools. Now, you have no choice…for the final match of this glorious year, you all MUST sit there and observe what Nicole and I know is REAL entertainment. What an incredible way to end my amazing year! And to begin the new one. In complete and utter control of the entertainment…

And it’s all thanks to you…

Oh, before you all go invading twitter or whatever social medium you can get your hands on, I’m more than aware of your logic behind this choice. It worked last year, why not this year? Yes…we all remember the infamous moment of last year. Brotherhood vs. Brotherhood. Jake Starr vs. David Helms. The match that would catapult Helms’ career till I dethroned him and the match that began the slow and…well, entertaining… temporary end of Jake Starr’s. I say entertaining because there’s nothing like seeing a grown man cry on Twitter over how “unfair” the world is and how “cheated he is”, blah blah blah.

Yes, I’m well aware that was the occurrence last time you people chose the match of the SCW championship. And if it worked once, it should again, right?

He he he… WRONG!

See, this is what I am talking about and have always been talking about. This is why you must wear those ceramic masks! You don’t know better. You’re “master plan” has two major holes in it. One:

I am not Jake Starr. Nor would I ever wish to be. Jake Starr was obsessed with being the SCW champion to the point where if anyone outperformed him, he couldn’t step back and accept it. He couldn’t let it go. Christian Savior and Jason Zero got their shots before him, he whined like a child not getting to see his favorite tv show. Me? When I lost the championship, I resolved to get another match with Shawn Winters, but was denied. I cared not for the SCW title. I did it for all of you. All of you who wanted to see that match. See that happen. I didn’t cry and whine. I waited and fought tooth and nail to get my match, instead of Jake wanting it handed to him. When Jake faced Helms, he was under the influence that he had this match in the bag. He was so arrogant that he was the best man in his group that no one would beat him. Granted, Thorn had done it but still… Do you see? Jake Starr was a fool. A man that was obsessed with his own materialistic possessions and his career suffered for it. Me? I’ve never been handed anything. I had to struggle and fight my way through. I didn’t get my rematch with Shawn handed to me. I fought through a chamber to get it. I didn’t get the over ten months reign as an SCW champion handed to me, I had to fight and beat the best of SCW. I didn’t get title shot after title shot handed to me like Jake did, three in three pay-per-views. I had to earn them, receiving two single opportunities in the whole year. I made the most of my opportunities and I worked my ass off to get more, all so that I could be where I am to entertain you, the ingrates. No, I am not Jake Starr. He and I are not even in the same category of wrestler. He’s a quitter. Me? I’m a survivor. Having to fight for all I have has made me appreciate it. Respect it. That’s what I do. I respect the SCW Championship. I respect what it stands for. I respect what it means and what it has to do with maintaining the entertainment. I enjoy being the SCW champion because it puts me in the position to show you the true entertainment SCW is capable of each and every night. I don’t strive to hog the spotlight like Jake has. I give you tag matches, I give you mid-card and main events. I give you everything. All for your sake. How can you blind sheep believe me to be Jake Starr?

The second issue with this is Nicole Kinneck is NOT David Helms. You see, the Brotherhood was founded on the destruction of Infamous. Much like Karnivale, personal gain was still evident. Helms eventually wanted his gain. So he took the title for himself. Nicole Kinneck is not that selfish. Does Nicole wish to win the SCW title? I’d say she’d be a fool not to. Does she hope to beat me? Of course. But there is a difference. David Helms was selfish and didn’t care about Jake Starr by the end of it all. Nicole wishes to win the SCW title for the House of Ruin. To show all of you a possibility. A concept. An idea. The idea of pure wrestling, entertainment, and camaraderie. Two people seeking to win while putting on the best damn show. No regrets, no holding back…how marvelous…

But you see it differently. If Shilo loses the title, he’ll snap and disband the House of Ruin, right? He’ll not be able to give Nicole her dues. This way, we can save Nicole and destroy Shilo before he can get his group off the ground, right? That’s your master plan?

Fools, ingrates…you still do not see the year I have brought you. My whole career has been about regaining lost titles through hardwork, but it’s also been about making challenges and giving people opportunities.

But you don’t see that. You rather this be war between us. In the beginning, I fought the SCW corporate, thinking they were controlling the entertainment. And they are. But you know what? Many times, they pander to you. It was Mr. D that threw Shaun Cruze into the chamber instead of Shawn Winters. Because you wanted it. It was you that demanded I be placed back in the tag division instead of getting my rematch with Winters right away, a move Sasha consented to. All of you has had your hand in the proverbial pie, making calls that were idiotic at best. You’ve merely done it again with this match and proven it.

So…let it be war between us. The people vs. Shilo Valiant. Let this match before the first. You’ve picked your first fighter of the entertainment…too bad she’s on my team…and I shall endeavor to shatter your plan, win or lose, and continue to be the entertainer and the jester.

Which leaves me with my friend and fellow team player, Nicole. Do excuse me for that rant, Nicky. We both know how idiotic these people can be. They insist on playing war with me, and thus, you. I want you to remember that before you face me at the show. I want you to remember how they oppressed you. They made you jump through hoops for what you deserved. While you were breaking your back for your chance, they were twittering away at Zoe Sperling’s blog, commenting on her blonde hair and how she was the best Women’s champion of all time. While you were destroying yourself for their sake, they were too busy watching Shawn Winters hump some ugly broad. While you suffered and sacrificed…they turned the other way.

I want you to remember that. Remember it well because they are looking for you now to save them. They believe that it falls on your shoulders to save them from me.

But, Nicole. You know me. All sides of you know me. You know what I stand for. You know what I fight for. You know what I believe in. You were my first follower of the “masked audience”. Am I wrong? Am I the bad guy here? Or are the true villains the hypocritical ingrates that ignore you the one second, then come demanding your services the next? The ones that treat you like a cheap whore despite your loyalty and devotion to the entertainment.

I know you attacked me on Breakdown, but you’ve apologized for that and truthfully, I don’t blame you. Nerves can do many things to many people, but you stood in front of the people and stood by the morals of the House of Ruin. That’s what’s important, Nicole. That you stand by those morals, whether you beat me or not. You see? I have no qualms with you being the SCW champion…dare I say…it could be…entertaining…he he he

But do not sacrifice all we have worked for to achieve it. Do not forget. These people may have given you the shot to “save them”, but together, we will use their choice to entertain them. To grant them the greatest match to end the year. Together, we shall take their hope and turn it against them, making them realize how foolish their plan was and how we, the House of Ruin, stand above them and for their entertainment. For their sakes.

This is a way, Nicole, and I know you will stand by the right side of it. You believe in what I do. You believe in us, you, me, Marina and Anthony. You believe in the entertainment…

We are the House of Ruin, Nicole…

And we are at war…

Remember that when you face me at the End of the Year show. Remember all I’ve said. And remember what I always say…


In the game of war…the team with the joker…always wins…


Rest up, Nicole…we have a fight on our hands…


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The scene opens and the only thing visible in the small room is a single wooden table, aluminated from a spotlight which hung from above. Many promos have been done this way to give a creepy effect, for the person to look intimidating as they bashed their opponents. But this was a Nicole "Ducky" Kinneck promo.

HELLOOOOOO GUYSSSSSSSS!

Nicole jumped into the spotlight and flailed her arms as she waved to the camera. She grinned and fixed the skirt to the ridiculous multi colored dress she wore then flipped one of her pigtails behind her shoulder.

I am so super excited because I LOVE bananas! We're going to have a banana match right? Me and Shilo? Like...no one answered me while I was all talking in the ring n stuff so I'm just going to assume everyone thought it was a great idea! Can you imagine?! The FIRST ever banana match and I'M gonna be in it!!! Like, I would be so honored you know?! I will be the best banana wrestler ever, I mean, I WAS a banana for Halloween so I would know right?! Well....a Banana Ninja Pirate.....but still! I just feel so famous right now! Like I was all sad cause I lost my shiny Underground Title to Thorny and thought everyone hated me. Like....so much has been on my mind. Like...will Thorny keep up with adding cute stickers to the title? Will he sing it to sleep or give it baths? I'm worried about it. I miss it....I want to hug and squeeze it but I can't. I guess it's better than Natalie taking it from me. The Underground Title wouldn't understand her alien language. And then I was worried everyone hated me because I'm now in House Of Ruin. Why does everyone hate Shilo so much? He's really really really nice and gave me a Lellow sucker once. You know how hard it is to find a normal Lellow sucker sometimes?! Like....REALLY hard! And like...I don't want to hurt Shilo ever! Like in the banana match, I'm gonna peel every single naner before hitting him with them. Cause you know the ends of bananers are sometimes sharp and if he gets hurt I would feel bad and I kinda reeeally don't want to share my Hello Kitty bandaids but I will if I have to. I LOVE YOU SHILO!!! So OH MUH GAWD like I'm practically a celebrity because all you fans voted for me!!! How exciting is that?!

Nicole slammed her hands down on the table and tilted her head down just to where the shadows gave an eerie effect.

But that's where you guys screwed up! You really think I'm going to turn against Shilo to "save" the precious Title?! Shilo is the one who gives that title LIFE! He entertains without fail in the name of that title for you morons, but you betray him and vote me in to cast him out! HA! In case you didn't bother to pay attention to me while I was in The Rejected, I'm VERY fucking loyal you stupid idiots! If you have my back then I will have yours till the day I die! But none of you see that do you?! You're so stuck on beauty contests and muscles that you failed to see me shine! You ignored me as I climbed to the top and even ignored me as I took down Hallucigen for the Underground! You ignored that I worked my ass off to get where I am today! You poked fun at me and just blew me off as this little fucking retard that just got "lucky"! Well SCREW YOU! Shilo is the one who opened my eyes to the cruelties of this company and the abuse from you fans! He taught me what was right in this world and that's more than YOU guys ever did for me! You looked down on both of us and instead of being grateful for Shilo's entertainment you fat pigs spit on him and turned you backs! Well guess what you inconsiderate pricks! House Of Ruin will SHOVE our entertainment down your swollen throats and you'll fucking like it! No! You'll LOVE it! You no longer have a choice in the matter so put on those damn masks and smile bitches!

Nicole smirked into the camera and stood upright. Her hands played with the ruffles in her skirt before she looked down and cried out in annoyance.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! Duckshit is so dead I look fucking retarded! How the HELL are these dipshits supposed to take me seriously if I'm wearing this hideous rainbow crap?!

Nicole ripped the pigtails out of her hair and wildly shook her head before looking back into the camera. She huffed then suddenly placed a sweet smile upon her lips before continuing.

Shil-

I LOVE YOU SHILO!!!

Quite Ducky. Shilo.......there seems to be a little bit of doubt and worry in your voice. You speak to me as though you're not fully sure of what I will do. Will I fight for the House Of Ruin, or will I turn greedy and swipe the belt for the "people"? You made it a point to remind me, to make me remember why we're in an alliance and trust me Shilo, I haven't forgotten, and I will not turn my back on you. Those people do not understand how much we sacrifice! They do not understand us at all. They thought they would vote me in to take you out. Why? I have faced you alone in the ring only once and I beat you, yes. But what they failed to see was that entire match was a work of art. We entertained them, didn't we? But this time will be different and we both know it. A gorgeous title is on the line, YOUR title. I would never take it from you for my own selfish needs and you have to see this. We're a team now but if I win this Shilo, imagine what it could mean for House Of Ruin! You have raised the title to be great once more and if I win it from you, I'll be the first woman in SCW's history to hold that title. Do you know how much that means to me? Do you know how much that would mean for US?! We could make history Shilo. In one night of beautiful violence, we would entertain and make headlines! We would hold it together and show the people that House of Ruin OWNS this title! No one can take it from us Shilo! I know you don't want to let it go and that's fine. I'm not asking you to. I want you to come out and give those blind fools a taste of greatness. Open their eyes with the best performance ever. All I'm asking is to think of the possibilities.

Whatever your choice may be, I will stand beside you and I will have your back as you have mine. You've got my word on that. If Pro gets out of line, just kick her in the jaw, she needs it sometimes and like I said, I'm sorry for the attack. You are right. At PPV we will be at war but it will not be with eachother.

The stage is ours Shilo, so let the show begin!

Nicole spun around and the light snapped off.





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It's been thirty two hours since Nicole had overdosed on Wallace's antipsychotic medicine. After the seizure and her not breathing for a few moments, Nicole had actually pulled through it with Wallace and Dillusion by her side. Nicole was unaware of the events that followed her collapsing to the bathroom floor- for she could only remember hearing Wallace's voice screaming out for Dillusion. She was also unaware that both men, no matter how strong they were, had shed tears that night over her convulsing body. She had practically stood in Death's doorway and didn't even know it.

Wallace and Dillusion had been taking turns watching over her as she lay in Wallace's bed, slipping in and out of consciousness. Anthony Wallace had refused to take her to the hospital, in fear they might take her away for good. It was a risky move considering neither one of them were doctors or possessed the skills to bring her back to life. If Nicole had another seizure, there was nothing they could do to reverse it after the five minute mark. But Nicole was breathing and every once in a while, they were lucky enough to lift her head and get her to take a few sips of water. It was improvement and that was good enough for Wallace.

Dillusion: Did her fever go down yet?

Dillusion let his body fall into the chair in the corner of the room then leaned forward as he waited for an answer. Wallace, who was laying next to Nicole on the bed nodded his head as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Wallace: Yeah, it's gone down alot in the past hour...

Dillusion nodded and lowered his head as he picked at a loose thread hanging off his pants. There was a long silence in the room except for the calm breathing of Nicole as she slept. Wallace watched as Nicole's eyes danced behind her lids.

Wallace: I wonder what she's dreaming about...



Behind Nicole's eye lids, she stood in the ashes and burnt frame of the house her and her family used to live in. The sky was the darkest of grays as thunder rolled from beyond the thick clouds. Lightning cracked and large raindrops fell hard upon her skin. Nicole looked around almost horrified as she stood in the ruins and nervously wiggled her toes, the mudding ash splashing upon her bare feet with every large raindrop. A small whimper escaped her lips as the place she used to call home had been destroyed and not a single keepsake could be seen through the rubble. Could this be real? Her brain itched with the question and she felt the urge to pick away at her scalp. Her hands flew up to the back of her head as she began to frantically scratch and dig her nails into her skin. She needed to find the answers, needed to know if this was a dream. Lightning cracked, followed by a deafening boom as the rain began to pour down. Startled, Nicole stumbled back and caught herself on a charred piece of wood that used to be part of the staircase, but the wood snapped and sent her splashing to the muddy ash below. She let out a cry as she scrambled to get to her feet, then let out another panicked cry as she recognized the cloth that covered her body. Though half covered in mud and splinters, Nicole quickly identified the hospital gown issued by the mental hospital she was once in. Her hands grabbed and yanked at the gown, desperate to get it off of her but it wouldn't tear nor come loose. She tried to yank it off over her head but it was as if the soaked gown weighed a ton. She let out a frustrated scream while her eyes dart about the wreckage as if the orderlies were about to come take her away. She was frightened here and nothing seemed to make sense. Her feet sloshed loudly in the mud and ash as she stumbled over stray pieces of burnt wood. She had to find a way to get the gown off. She was a free girl now, she didn't belong in this cloth of bad memories and it made her vulnerable for them to find her and take her back. Finding and picking up a piece of glass towards what used to be the livingroom window, Nicole clenched it with her fist and began to stab at the neck of the gown.

???: Oh just look at you!

Nicole whipped her head around, her wet hair smacking her in the cheek with a sting. Her eyes widen and her mouth parts as she takes in a shaky breath. She couldn't believe her eyes as she saw her very own mother standing at the edge of the rubble. The pouring rain had her mother soaked from head to toe and even though her mother's face seemed to be twisted and bleeding from the gun shot wounds, Nicole hardly noticed. It was her mom. Her own flesh and blood; the same woman who used to tuck her in at night as a child and filled the home with so much love. Nicole's lower lip began to tremble as she wiped the rain from her eyes. The piece of glass fell from her hand as she took a step forward and then another.

Nicole: M-mom?!

Nicole's pace quickened as she fought through the rain to get to her mom. She missed her mother's voice, her touch and loving embrace. Nicole started to run, splashing and stumbling through the mud and wood.

Mom: Don't you fucking touch me!

Nicole suddenly stopped, almost falling forward into the muddy ash. Her face twists with horror and confusion as her mom glares at her.

Nicole: Mom? Mom it's me! Nico-

Her mother snarled and twisted her lips into an evil smirk as she mocked her daughter.

Mom: Mom, mom it's me, Nicole! HA! Are you?! Because you're nothing like my daughter Nicole! You're a disgrace! LOOK AT YOU!

Nicole's jaw dropped at her mother's hurtful words. Why was she being like this? Her mother never once cursed like that or raised her voice and insulted anyone before. Nicole looked down at herself and heard her mother huff in disappointment.

Mom: You're a failure and I'm ashamed to have ever called you my daughter! You let us die you little brat!

Lightning flashed across the sky, veiny like a spider web before the thunder boomed and rattled the ground. Nicole violently shook her head in protest, water spraying about as her hair whipped around her face.

Nicole: NO!

She yelled out to her mom, trying her best not to break down and cry from such a hurtful accusation.

Nicole: There was nothing I could do mom!They had guns and I was scared! The phone was-

Mom: YOU DID NOTHING! I saw you watching from upstairs! I looked into your eyes begging for you to do something, ANYTHING! BUT YOU DID NOTHING!

Nicole: Mom I......I'm so sorry!!! I tried, I really did but-

Mom: Don't you DARE call me mom! A real daughter would have saved her family! You're NOTHING! Just a piece of crap wasting oxygen! You didn't go to the police like you should have, instead you FUCKED the man who murdered us!

Nicole slapped her hand over her mouth as she choked down her vomit. Her mom didn't understand. The rain was now pounding down like a shower of nails, feeling as though it were ripping the flesh right off of Nicole's body. She winced and shouted over the rain.

Nicole: NO! I tried to KILL him mom! I didn't want to- I didn't have a choice, please believe me! I just wanted to kill him and-

Mom: You're a WHORE! You failed at killing him so that just leaves you as a slut! You're such a disgrace! You're pathetic! Look at you!!! My daughter had a good head on her shoulders! She was a virgin and a sweet little girl! But you! You DISGUST me! MY little girl would have never lost her mind! She would have kept herself together and done the right thing!

Nicole: Mom I'm sorry! I didn't mean to...I...I just-

Mom: This is all YOUR fault! You're weak and stupid and I wish you were never fucking born!

Nicole's jaw dropped as she clenched at her chest. It had felt like her heart had literally broke in half as those words exited her mother's mouth. The rain had hid her tears well as she watched her mother smirk and crack her neck to the side. Blood oozed from the gunshot wound in her neck, then was quickly washed away with the rain.

???: What about Katie? Our precioussss Katie?

Nicole spun around and saw her dad standing in what used to be the kitchen. Rain streamed down his face and body, the bullet holes in his chest bleeding. Just like her mom, his face was a little off and he had one hand behind his back.

Nicole: Dad? Please tell me what's going on, mom is acting-

Her dad's eyes seemed hollow as he tilted his head to the side and brought his arm out from behind his back. On his hand was a puppet. It's color was a nasty brownish green, the eyes large and black and the mouth was twisted within his fingers. He suddenly snapped his fingers up and down to move the puppet's mouth as he spoke in a high pitch.

Dad (puppet): I was crying Uh-cole. Why did the bad man hurt me? You let him kill me Uh-cole. HaHAhAa!

Nicole: Dad! Stop it! Please!

Dad (puppet): I was only two, I didn't deserve to die. Why didn't you do somethin' Uh-cole? I can never learn to tie my shoes or count to ten. Why did you leave me Uh-cole? HaHAhAa! You fucked him fucked him fucked him fucked him fucked him fuc-

Nicole's chest heaved in and out as anxiety took over. She wanted out of this nightmare and screamed at the top of her lungs.

Nicole: DAD STOP IT!!!!!!

Her dad snapped his neck upright with a gruesome pop and lowered the puppet.

Dad: You've done nothing but disappoint me and my wife. You were supposed to go to college and make something of yourself but you became a wrestler! You fuck they brains! Where's the honor in that? You run around with a bunch of nut jobs and you take pride in that? You brag about your mental instability? It's WEAKNESS! You are a coward and hide behind make believe people! I Real. I dig at my intestines it feels so good. I ARE REAL! You sicken me! Burn that picture of us. Leave and never come back!!! HaHAhAa! GO!

Nicole gasped and took a step back as her dad thrust his arm forward, pointing in the direction she must go. Nicole whined and shook her head but her mother screamed, her voice screeching over the rain.

Mom: LEAVE NOW! YOU ARE NOTHING TO US AND NEVER WILL BE! NEVER COME BACK AGAIN YOU MURDERING SLUT!

Nicole's face twists before she burst into tears and began to run through the rubble. All she wanted was a hug, an I love you or for one of them to tell her how proud they were of her. Her head swarmed with her parent's words as she ran, her bare feet smacking and splashing in puddles on the pavement of the street. She didn't want to leave them and she didn't want them to look at her as a failure, but not listening to their orders was the last thing she had done while they were still alive. She wasn't going to repeat that.

Nicole stopped running and looked through the pouring rain at what was left of her old house. She sobbed uncontrollably as she saw her mother and father standing together at the edge of the mess. They both pointed, indicating for her to keep going. Nicole shook her head as her lower lip trembled, her expression filled with such heartbreaking devastation. She had hoped that they would change their minds. Maybe there was still time. After another bolt of lightning lit up the sky and fizzled out, Nicole screamed and pleaded as the rain ran down her face.

Nicole: PLEASE! Don't do this! I never meant for this to happen! I just want to come back home! PLEASE! Mom?! Dad?! I missed you guys so much! Just let me come back!

Nicole wiped the rain filled tears from her eyes, barely making out both her parents shaking their heads "No". Their arms were still outstretched, pointing for her to leave. Nicole let out a whimper and fell helplessly to her knees as she cried. Wrapping her arms tightly around herself, she rocked back and forth in utter loneliness before screaming out one last attempt, her voice straining.

Nicole: I WANNA GO HOME!!! Why don't you love me anymore?! PLEEEEASE! LET ME COME HOME, I'M SORRY!!!

Nicole squinted through the rain. Her parents had seemed to vanish and all that remained was the ruins of the house. She slapped the wet pavement with her hand and let out a shrill scream before reaching up and grabbing a fist full of wet hair. Within her sobs she repeatedly whined, "Please don't leave me...." as she rocked forward and held her stomach with her free hand. The feeling of rejection and complete abandonment was the worst feeling in the world to Nicole as her stomach twisted in knots. She was lost in this nightmare; cast away into nothing and all she wanted was to feel her parent's embrace and loving words. She nearly choked on her sobs as the world around her was flooding with despair.

A strong hand was suddenly felt weighing upon her frail shoulder, making her jerk and whip her head around. Her tired eyes locked on to the figure's face and it took a few seconds to realize it was her Wallace. His hair and clothes were soaked from the rain and as the lightning crashed, his expression did not change. He extended his hand, offering her comfort.

Wallace: Come on doll, let's go home.

Nicole looked at his hand as the rain splashed off of it then looked down the street at the pile of her broken home. She didn't understand, she couldn't. Nicole shook her head and pushed his hand away as she climbed to her feet. Blood trickled and washed away with the rain as it came from her skinned knees.

Nicole: But this IS my home...

Nicole slowly backed away from Wallace as she headed toward the ruins. Wallace frowned and wiped his hand down his face before motioning towards her fallen home.

Wallace: No it's not, they're gone Nic!

Nicole stopped and pointed angerly at her old home site as she screamed.

Nicole: NO THEY'RE NOT! THEY WERE RIGHT THERE! Just right THERE Wallace!

Wallace: You're seeing things! You call that a home?! I love you Nic! Come on, come with me.

Wallace held his hand out once again but Nicole shook her head and nibbled on her lower lip as she began to back away.

Nicole: I can't. I have to make them proud Wallace. I have fix everything so they take me back and love me again...

Wallace: Doll, those people you saw weren't really your parents! PLEASE NIC!

Pain flashed across Nicole's face before she abruptly spun around and began sprinting towards the remains. Lightning crashed before Wallace began screaming through the rain.

Wallace: NICOLE, STOP!!! IT'S NOT REAL!!! WAKE UP!!!

Nicole ignored his screams and ran harder. When she reached the pile of her house, she jumped in, her feet making a sickening squish sound as they landed in the wet mud and ash.

Nicole: Mom?! Dad?!

Nicole frantically looked around, pushing burnt boards out of the way as she searched the ruins. She had to prove they were real. She screamed out for them again but stopped mid scream as she saw an arm sticking out from the muddy water; black charred boards of wood and grey mud covered the body.

Nicole: Mom?! DAD?!

Nicole panicked and stumbled over the splintery boards, feeling loose nails stab at her feet as she rushed to dig her mom out. Falling to her knees, she threw the boards off her mom's body then reached into the murky water; lifting up her mom's head. Clumps of mud fell off her mom's face and splashed into the water below while blood oozed from the bullet holes in her neck and face. Nicole let out a scream as her mom just lay in her arms limp. Propping her mother's head on a board, Nicole began to give her mouth to mouth. She gave a few breaths then spit out a chunk of mud from her mouth before beginning chest compressions.

Nicole: 1-2-3-4- COME ON MOM! You can't leave me AGAIN!!!

She continued giving cpr but suddenly stopped when she felt her mom's body shake and vibrate.

Nicole: Mom?

Nicole wiped the rain and mud from her eyes before taking a second look down at her mom. Laughter began to rise from the woman's throat and with no warning, her eyes flew open. Nicole gasped and quickly stood to her feet as she noticed her mother's eyes were no longer a warm brown, but were now a shade of blue just like her own. Nicole's mouth gaped open as her mother's face twists into an evil smirk- only this evil smirk was her own. It was as though she were looking into a mirror and as her mother sat up, Nicole realized it was herself...and it could only be-

Nicole: Where the hell is my mom Pro?!

Pro: You're so gullible it's not even fucking funny!

Nicole: I got rid of you!!!!

Pro threw her head back and laughed as another cackling voice joined in. Nicole spun around and saw her dad standing there with the gruesome little puppet. Tears filled Nicole's eyes as she stepped closer. Wallace's voice rang out in the background, screaming for her to get away and wake up.

Nicole: Dad, please tell me you're real! Please?!

Her dad let out a hissing laugh before clawing at his face and ripping it off. He laughed as Nicole whimpered and took a few steps back. Behind the blood on his face, she could see that once again it was herself.

Pro: You know, you should be fucking proud of Lunatic. She put on a great performance earlier.

Lunatic: HaHAhAa! And they so much blood!

Lunatic gave a demented laugh as Nicole screamed at the top of her lungs and yanked on her soaked hair. She was at her breaking point in this twisted nightmare. All she wanted were her parents and little sister back. She wanted to go home; to prove to Wallace it all was real.

Nicole: WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?!?!

Pro and Lunatic's laughter grew louder. There was a buzzing in her ear and suddenly there was so much commotion around her. The entire scene began to spin before Wallace could be felt within the blur, grabbing her shoulders and yelling.

Wallace: NICOLE! WAKE UP! IT'S NOT REAL!!!

Nicole squeezed her eyes shut from the commotion and let out another scream. The world around her shook and the ground benieth her shattered as Wallace's voice rang out once more.

Wallace: WAKE UP GOD DAMN IT!!!

Lightning crashed and the wind violently whipped around them. It felt as if she were falling towards the center of the Earth and bright flashes of light flickered through her eye lids. She could feel the heat growing more intense by the second until finally it felt like her entire body was on fire. Nicole screamed out in pain right before she hit. Everything went black before her eyes flew open and she jolted up in the bed.

Wallace: Shhh, it's okay love, I got ya.

Nicole's chest heaved and a look of bewilderment shown in her eyes as Wallace smoothed out her hair and attempted to comfort her. Tears blurred her vision and beads of perspiration were formed upon her forehead. Her head whipped around as she looked about the room then began to wiggle free from Wallace.

Wallace: Doll it's ok, it was just a bad dream.

Wallace looked over to Dillusion who was now asleep in the chair. Nicole let out a frustrated whine and kicked her feet as Wallace tried to hold her in place.

Wallace: DIL! Get up man. Nic, you need to lay down, just relax, take a few deep breaths.

Dillusion's eyes blinked open and rested them upon the struggling Nicole. Her face was ridden with panic as she tried to find her voice. Dillusion yawned and stretched his arms before suddenly shooting up from the chair, realizing what was going on.

Dillusion: You're not well yet Duckster, you need to take it easy.

Nicole shook her head as she tried clearing her parched throat to speak.

Wallace: Nic, do you even know what happened to you?

Wallace brushed the hair from her face to look into her eyes but Nicole took that opportunity to slide out of his care and off the edge of the bed. Standing quickly to run out the bedroom door, Nicole's knees buckled, forcing her to catch herself on the bed. Wallace got up and walked around to help her but she had finally found her voice and pushed him away.

Nicole: NO! You didn't believe me!

Wallace frowned, confused on what she was talking about and looked at Dillusion. Dillusion nodded as if he knew what was going on and spoke matter-of-factly.

Dillusion: Yeah Wallace, you didn't believe her. Duh. She just said that. Why are you looking confused? It makes perfect sense.........cause you didn't believe her. I think she's talking about the blow up doll. She does look a little pudgy in her days. Are you SURE you didn't knock her u-

Wallace: Dilly!

Wallace shot Dillusion a look and told him to shut up before focusing his attention back on Nicole. She looked hurt and at this point in time her head was still fuzzy and believed that the dream had been real.

Nicole: My parents were RIGHT there! RIGHT THERE Wallace and you didn't believe me! You could have seen them and met them but it was too late!

Wallace turned to Dillusion concerned.

Wallace: Did the lady from poison control mention anymore side effects Dil?

Dillusion shook his head and they both returned their gaze to Nicole. Her jaw was dropped and looking at Wallace as if he had betrayed her. It had nothing to do with what had just been spoken, but she had finally remembered the next part of her dream. She let out a frustrated squeal as she beat her fist on the bed then shoved past Dillusion.

Wallace: Where are you going?!

Nicole: It didn't work!

Wallace: Wait, what didn't work?! NIC!

Nicole had already ran out of the room and made her way quickly to the bathroom. Wallace jogged after her while Dillusion just stepped into the hallway and watched. Nicole threw open the medicine cabinet and frantically searched for Wallace's antipsychotic meds. Wallace stopped at the doorway and watched as Nicole grew more and more frustrated.

Nicole: Where are they Wallace?!

Wallace: They're gone doll.

Nicole spun around with wide eyes but Wallace stayed calm.

Nicole: What do you mean they're gone?! Where are they Wallace?! I NEED them!!!

She slammed the medicine cabinet shut and grabbed Wallace's shirt in her fists. Her eyes stared into his, pleading with a hint of rage. Wallace just shook his head slowly.

Wallace: You don't need them, love. They're not for you anyways.

Nicole's brows furrowed. He didn't understand! She needed them in order to be normal again. she needed to make her parents proud so they would accept and love her again. If she got rid of her personalities, she would be the same lil Nicole they once loved. Nicole let out a cracking scream and thumped her fists on his chests.

Nicole: WHY?! Why would you do this to me?! You don't understand what it's like! Your mom loves you while my parents think I'm a mistake and a failure! Just give me the damn pills!

Wallace's face twists in confusion as he tries to sort out how she could possibly think that about her parents. Nicole shoved him back and slapped at his arm as she shouted for the pills. Wallace's chest heaved as he took in a big breathe. Nicole had no idea what him and
Dillusion had been through the past 39 hours. Anger consumed him and with a flick of the wrist, Wallace smacked her hand away and shoved her up against the wall.

Wallace: You shut up and listen! Me and Dil have been to hell and back fighting to keep you alive because of those stupid pills!!! And you want to take MORE?! I love you with all my fucking heart but what the HELL is wrong with you Nic?! Those pills won't fix anything!

Nicole's nose scrunched up with anger as she yelled back at him.

Nicole: MY PARENTS WONT LET ME COME HOME BECAUSE I'M A FAILURE WALLACE!!!

The fact Nicole was constantly mixing reality with fiction was sad but Wallace had enough. Nicole's near death experience over this whole thing had made him realize how easy it would be to lose her. He had to protect her, even if it hurt her in a way. Wallace slammed his fist into the wall behind her and screamed into her face.

Wallace: THEY'RE DEAD!!! THEY'RE FUCKING DEAD NICOLE!!! YOUR PARENTS ARE SIX FEET IN THE GROUND ROTTING AND TO GO TO THIS SO CALLED HOME OF THEIRS, YOU'D HAVE TO BE DEAD TOO GOD DAMNIT!

Nicole flinched and turned her head as he yelled but she heard every word of it clearly. She swallowed hard as tears formed in her eyes. Wallace's face softened a bit as he watched her reaction carefully. He didn't want to hurt her but the thought of losing her to something like this made him go mad. He wasn't going to let anyone take her from him, not even Nicole herself. Not like this. Nicole gulped a sob down her throat before sliding down the wall through Wallace's arms.

Wallace: Nic...

Wallace bent down to her and turned as he pressed his back against the wall next to her and sat. He let out a sigh and frowned as Nicole curled her knees to her chest and began to cry.

Wallace: Nic...I'm sorry. I just can't lose you. You have no idea......you weren't breathing...

Nicole tightly hugged her knees as her body vibrated with loud sobs. Wallace wrapped an arm around her and gently kissed the top of her head. Screaming in her face that her parents were dead was kind of harsh but Wallace needed her to snap back to reality before she did something stupid again. Nicole let her body fall into his in defeat as the scene starts to slowly fade black.

Wallace: I'm sorry Nic.....
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Doubts, Nicole? I have no doubts.

Do you know why that is, my friend? Because doubt is something that costs you in this business. Doubt is what has injured, and nearly crippled, my Marina’s career. She was the Women’s Champion but when she lost it to Katie Steward of all people, it did something to hear.

And we all know how I handled that bringer of “doubt”, don’t we?

I do not have room for doubt, Nicole. I speak what I know and rely on what I know in the ring. Cold fact. I’m not saying this to frighten you, little one, but merely to assure you that I do not doubt you.

How could I after such a beautiful choice of words? I mean, yes I had to look beyond the remarks of bananas and hello kitty band-aids…you might say I had to peel your promo like a banana to get to your true feelings.

And what I saw was Nicole Kinneck proudly repeating the words I had said previously. The words of the House of Ruin. Marvelous, my dear. Simply marvelous. You know the truth and speak it without mercy or hesitation. You do not need to waste your promo on such things like mental games when facing me. You do not need to show bite or fangs when you have me as an opponent, do you? No. You, like me, believe that talk is cheap on such an amazing match like this. And actions speak louder than words. And our actions will sing like an opera choir into the ears of those ungrateful hypocrites.

But the question I wonder is…who shall prevail? Hmmm…let’s dwell on that for a moment. Now that our motives and beliefs are clear, let’s wonder which of us will be victorious in this awesome House of Ruin match.

Well, there is no denying that you have beaten me in the past, and I commend you on it. Yes, you needed Wallace to speak words of coaching to you to achieve that quick pin, but that is what teamwork is all about! That’s what we stand for in the house.

Now, we know Anthony nor Marina will be involved in this match, so it will fall to us to win the match ourselves. Now, I don’t want you to feel pressured because of that, Nicole. Remember, you’ve been through worse. And I certainly will not be pressure. No, with the title on the line and the possibility of losing it, thus making the people laugh at me and all I stand for, regardless that it was won by someone with the same goals and visions as I, they’re cruel that way, I’m going to push myself further than ever before to achieve a victory here. How else can either of us hope to grow and learn, right, Nicole? To achieve the greatness you speak of. As you said, I make the title great, but it’s only through great matches with great wrestlers like yourself that I do that, you know. And only by pushing myself to limits few have achieved do I entertain the people they way they NEED to be.

Do you understand now, Nicole?

Oh wait…we forgot about Strange! We’re talking about winning and motives and we’ve forgotten about the proverbial thorn in our sides. I mean, Nicole, I am sure you’re as sick of this guy as I am. Always appearing during our airtime, making his idle threats while unable to win a single match. What kind of narcissistic fool would do such unimaginative things? Not to mention selfish. Well, that’s why I moved into the House of Ruin, while he’s still in Karnie-land trying to mke his one man show an award winner-

You know something, Nicole? I’m all for taking you on, I truly am. But let us make sure that if Strange gets involved, we handle that business end as well. Might as well start he new year with a fresh start. Yes, let’s make a new year’s resolution and destroy Stephan Strange should he get involved. We can do it either during or after the match. Hell, I’ll let you have the first few cracks. You’ve been such a loyal and amazing friend. Perhaps you can cover him in stickers. Not the good kind Ducky likes to share but some cheap ones like the ones dentist give their patients for free. The ones that stay on barely an hour. He’s not worth the good stuff.

Forgive me, Nicole, I’m wandering again…

Our match…you…It’s crazy and it’s certainly going to be interesting to see how you keep order in your head. Personally, I’m happy for all your concern and such for my well-being, but I want you to know something. Never, under any circumstanctes-



RIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!

Hello? Hey! I was just talking about you! No…only good things…Yes I promise… What? You’re where? No! I’m free! Yeah. Sure! Ten minutes? You got it! Okay. Bye…


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--Bad Wolf--


”Truth”[/align]


I pulled the microphone off me as I stuffed my cellphone back into my pocket.

--Tech--
Mr. Valiant?

Turning my head, I saw the few tech hands staring at me in confusion. And why not? I had just stopped mid-promo and started taking off my sound equipment.

--Shilo--
Sorry.

I spoke quickly as I handed the microphone, small as it was, to the nearest tech guy.

--Shilo--
Something has come to my immediate attention.

--Tech--
But what are we supposed to do with your promo?


The man was plump and certainly in need of a good trainer and girlfriend to keep him on track. Still, he rose a good question. I had n incomplete promo on my hands. More than that, I reflected on all I had said. Was it pandering? Was that what my promo was? That’s what it appeared to be…

But appearances…

--Shilo--
Scrap it.

--Tech--
What? Are you sure?

--Shilo--
I don’t need another one. Sorry.


I turned on y hell and walked down the hall towards the doors of the arena. We were all set up for End of the Year, which would occur in a matter of hours. But I wasn’t thinking about that. I was thinking about what I had just done. Scrap a promo? I hadn’t done that in… gods knew when. But really…I had to.

This wasn’t something I was just going to whittle through. I wasn’t going to end the year with a weak appearance. Everything I did had to be strong, definitive, bold. In a word, entertaining. I was not going to go out simply agreeing and restating facts. That wasn’t my style.

The way it was now, the world would believe I had Nicole on my side and her rehashing of all I said simply would enforce that. They would watch, hopeful that it was all a fascade, but they would be sorely disappointed. If I spoke again, it would be overkill. It would be overstatement. What I had said, while subtle in some ways and ideas, was rehashing the rehashed…sounded like vomit or something.

Shaking my head as I walked out into the cold air of Hamilton, I heard my steps crush the ground salt under my weight. Seeing the Christmas decorations still up on a few houses and apartment buildings, my mind drifted back to Christmas morning when I had watched Gwynplaine, my daughter, open her gifts. Marina had been wrong. The child hadn’t been disappointed. In fact, she had been far more understanding. Strange as that was. It had made the day tolerable. A few hours and a turkey dinner, more like a tv dinner, at the nearby variety store, which were apparently still open, I had taken my flight back to Toronto and arrived surprisingly when they said I would. The celebrations were non-existent, but at least I was there with family.

Perhaps that was why I had nothing close to good promo material to use against Nicole this time around. Perhaps one good promo was enough to hype a match. Usually I did two to three to really get in the opponent’s head and make the people doubt it. And with them being so hopped up on turkey, stuffing, sugar and goodwill, I knew that they would just be itching for the “good girl” to win this match. Their “happy ending” to the year. Problem was, despite Nicole’s loyalty and ability, she had alluded to knowing the truth as I did. That ending wasn’t the happy ending they needed.

And it was an ending I would accept if it happened but one I didn’t want to happen. Nicole Kinneck was many things, but she had lost some pretty crucial matches against some mid-card fellows. Syren, Thorn were just two of the recent ones. That was all well and good but there was another issue. There was the main-event idea. Despite my belief in her, Nicole had NEVER main-evented a pay-per-view before, let alone take the heavyweight title match. She had no idea what it was like. Worse than that, she had no idea what it was like to fight a main-event fellow on such a large scale show. What if she faced Shawn Winters next? Shaun Cruze? David Helms? Jake Starr?

Was she ready to fight them? Was she ready to take them? As I turned the corner on the street, barely aware of where I was going, I knew the answer. Shawn Winters alone would tear her apart faster than she could blink. It didn’t matter how tough Pro was or how smart Nicole was. Winters, Cruze, Starr…they were prepared for matches like this. Nicole had trouble deciding what socks to wear in the morning. So many colors, she’d say.

She wasn’t ready.


I stopped in front of the café, the name I barely registered in my brain as I pushed open the door, the wind taking one last cold bite at my form through my clothes and leather jacket. I was still wearing the attire of the Blood-Stained Joker, but I had opted earlier not to wear the makeup or the wig. Good thing I hadn’t-

--Nicole--
SHILO!

Turning my head, I spied my friend waving at me from a table across the room. The waiter closest to me approached me, but I merely raised my hand to stop him as I made my way over to Nicole. She wore…actually, I wasn’t sure what she was wearing. It was a t-shirt of some kind, but with too many colors and designs to even register what it was. I thought I saw some patchwork there, but too much was happening at once for me to register it. Instead, I merely smiled as I sat down in the chair opposite my future opponent.

--Nicole--
Hi.

--Shilo--
Hi there. How you feeling?

--Nicole--
Depends on what about.


I stared her down, my lips playing a light smile.

--Shilo--
Tonight.

The young woman ran her hands through her hair. Her behavior was far more controlled and calm than ever I saw her. Lately, I had noticed little quirks or traits that each personality of hers brought out. Pro, Nicole and Ducky were all different and for once, I was taking stock of what each one was capable of. Still, I fought to remind myself that Nicole wasn’t just an opponent. She was a friend. And it was only making that thought clear that I noticed something about her. She looked slightly paler than usual. Her eyes were surrounded by dark circles and, for reasons I wasn’t sure of, she looked thinner.

--Nicole--
Nervous.

She chuckles a bit, though even that sounded nervous.

--Nicole--
You?

--Shilo--
I’m alright. Bit nervous too, I guess,

--Nicole--
Yeah.

--Shilo--
I got your message.

--Nicole--
Message?

--Shilo--
You know. Your promo.

--Nicole--
That where you were? Working on another?

--Shilo--
Yeah.

--Nicole--
Cause you’re wearing your usual attire for-

--Shilo--
Are you alright?


She stopped to look up at me, her eyes showing confusion and…nervousness?

--Nicole--
What you mean?

--Shilo--
Looked in a mirror recently? You look like you’ve been through hell.

--Nicole--
ARE YOU SAYING I LOOK UGLY?! Shilo! I thought you cared!

--Shilo--
I do. That’s why I’m asking.

--Nicole--
I just need some Orangey Juicey. Then I’ll be right as rain! Hey! How come rain is right? Does that mean dry is not? Or is it referring to sun or heat? I want to be a raindrop! That be so cool! Could go anywhere if I was water-

--Shilo--
Ducky?


The girl tilted her head towards me, smiling playfully.

--Nicole--
Yes, Shy-guy?

--Shilo--
Focus.

--Nicole--
Right…but I wanna play- sorry.

--Shilo--
What? The board game?

--Nicole--
No. I’m sorry for that outburst. She just came out.

--Shilo--
It’s alright.

--Nicole--
So you got my promo? Glad that we’re on the same page.

--Shilo--
I never doubted that we would be. But thank you for saying so.

--Nicole--
You’re welcome.

--Shilo--
Now. What’s bothering you?

--Nicole--
Personal stuff.

--Shilo--
What doesn’t that sound very good?

--Nicole--
Cause it isn’t.

--Shilo--
Care to share?

--Nicole--
No.

Her eyes were dead focused on me, but she gave no sign of violent tendencies. It was still Nicole, which was something I was perhaps grateful for.

--Shilo--
So I guess it be a bad thing to ask how your Christmas was.

--Nicole--
It was fine.

--Shilo--
Hmmm.

--Nicole--
How was- SHILO IT WAS HORRIBLE! No turkey! No colors! No Christmas specials! NO SPECIALS, SHILO! All she did was sit and cry! Sit and cry! It was so sad!


I nodded my head. I knew it. The thin look, the pale skin, the dark eyes. It couldn’t be plainer than that. Drug use. Simple. And why not? Easy to detect when you’ve lived with drugs all your life. When you’re the Necro-Merchant.

--Nicole--
And Wally and Dilly…dill-pickle! I can call him that! Those two- SHUT UP!

She didn’t exactly yell those last two words, but she sure was intense about them.

--Nicole--
Ignore her. She’s bitter about not getting a bike for Christmas.

--Shilo--
No…I don’t think so this time around, Something you’re not telling me?

--Nicole--
No.

--Shilo--
I have to admit…I’m a little surprised at you, Nicole. Never really thought you’d last this long.

--Nicole--
What? In SCW? Why would you-

--Shilo--
No…I mean as Nicole. I haven’t seen Pro anywhere in a while.

--Nicole--
I’ve taken care of her.

--Shilo--
Oh really. Any special means? Medication maybe?

--Nicole--
Yeah, something like that.

--Shilo--
That the reason you look like roadkill?

--Nicole--
What do you want me to say?! HUH?! THAT I’M HOPPED UP ON DRUGS?! OH YES, MR. SOON TO BE DEAD AND FORMER WORLD CHAMPION! NICOLE IS TWEAKED!

--Shilo--
Oh, there you are, Pro! I was wondering when you’d show up.

--Pro--
Oh, think you’re so fucking clever?! Think you’ve got her all figured out? Mr. Don’t fuck with me has a brain!

--Shilo--
Well, you seem to be in a good mood.

--Pro--
Of course I am! You realize that I’m just a few short hours from taking the damn title from you, right?

--Shilo--
Oh yeah, I’m sure that’s a possibility.


I didn’t like this. I didn’t like how shaky the metaphorical ground had become in the last few seconds. Slowly taking in a breath, my hands fisted around for something.

--Shilo--
So, Nicole is taking some strong drugs, huh? Any reason why?

--Nicole--
No.-MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS, COCK-

--Shilo--
Okay, can we lay off the loud, offensive language here? We’re in a small café.

--Nicole--
Oh, fuck this! I’m outta- No we’re not!

--Shilo--
She’s right, Pro. You’re not going anywhere. Sit down.


Sit down…when had she stood up? I hadn’t noticed that Nicole/Pro stood up before me, standing overtop of me like some mountain of power and pain. This was serious. And the more I thought about it, the more I felt the same pressure and desperation gnawing at me like it had that night at Under Attack…

--Shilo--
You know, maybe the problem isn’t the fact that Nicole is taking drugs. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s not taking the right ones. Or one, to be precise.

I saw the girl slowly sit back down, her eyes remaining focused but a bit gentler.

--Nicole--
What do you mean?

My lips forming into a tight line, I slowly reached into my pocket. Once my fingers grazed over the glass. I pulled the vial out, showing the glowing blue liquid. The sight of it, as I watched her, made Nicole’s eyes nearly pop out of her skull.

--Nicole--
Is that?

--Shilo--
Pure, raw Necro. I was going to use it for my promo. Good thing I didn’t. Now…


I had to be sure. Slowly, I tilted the vial to the left, then to the right as I spoke, watching Nicole’s eyes follow it.

--Shilo--
Cures for whatever ails ya. Hallucinations a plenty, distracts mind from pain-

--Nicole--
Hallucinations?

--Shilo--
Oh yeah. Far more intense than anything else, really. Because of the power of the plants involved and the potency. Ask Strange. Guy was hooked on this stuff. Even he thought the shit he saw was crazy.


She was fast…she made a grab for it, her hand flying, but my hand was faster and further out of her reach.

--Shilo--
Oh no.

--Nicole--
What do you want for it?

--Shilo--
I thought you said you didn’t have a problem.

--Nicole--
I don’t! I just…I’m curious.

--Shilo--
Curious? Curious enough to pay my price?

--Nicole--
Price?

--Shilo--
I’m a necro-MERCHANT, Nicole. You can’t get something for nothing from me. There’s always a price to pay.

--Nicole--
I thought we were friends. We had a secret handshake and EVERYTHING!

--Shilo--
Ducky…think of it more as a trade. Would you just give up your favorite skittles?

--Nicole--
NO!

--Shilo--
But you would trade for something just as cool right?

--Nicole--
Yeah!

--Shilo--
That’s all I’m doing for Nicole.

--Nicole (calm)--
What do you want?


Slowly, I placed the vial down on the table, making sure the cork was in tightly first.

--Shilo--
I want you to concede the match tonight.

--Nicole--
What?!

--Shilo--
Don’t you see? This match will lure out Strange. He’ll come out and try and cost me the heavyweight title. When he does, we stop the match and attack him with Marina and Anthony coming out to help finish the job.

--Nicole--
But you do that and I lose my one shot.

--Shilo--
But you get the Necro.

--Nicole--
No…I…


She stopped for a moment as she looked at the vial on the table.

--Shilo--
Come on, Nicole. Let’s face it. You know you can’t beat me.

--Nicole--
I FUCKING DID IT BEFORE!

--Shilo--
Yeah, you did. With Anthony coaching you and with a quick roll-up. Now, you’re in a main-event with my title on the line. Do you really think it will be that easy?

--Nicole--
Hell yes!

--Shilo--
Really? Cause Katie thought so too. So did Thorn. They all thought facing me would be easy. Was it?

--Nicole--
But I beat you to damn hell!- But no one’s beaten him twice!

--Shilo--
Listen to Nicole, Pro. No one has beaten me one-on-one twice. Nobody. I learn better than any other wrestler.

--Nicole--
This isn’t a fucking promo here!

--Shilo--
No, it isn’t. I’m telling you what’s real and what isn’t real. And the reality is, Pro. You’re fighting a losing battle.

--Nicole--
BULLSHI-

--Shilo--
Really? Consider what you’ve done and what was said. Ducky flat-out said she loved me. Adored me. Nicole said she cared for me and respected me and would never want to see me hurt. You are the only person with an inkling of a desire to hurt me, but that’s compounded by your loyalty. After all, do you really want the House of Ruin to end up like The Rejected? Leaving you alone? Abandoned? Dismissed? Forgotten?

Her hands were shaking. I hated it, but my mind was locked on this.

--Nicole--
Fuck you! You don’t know shit about me! You’re just trying to fuck with Nicole and the dumbshit Ducky’s head!

--Shilo--
No. Because they both know what they want. You are the only person not convinced. But you know that you can’t maintain control on them for the whole match. Sometime, you’re going to lose control. That will leave Ducky or Nicole with me. Where they won’t desire to hurt me in anyway. Ducky knows losing the title will hurt me. Nicole knows too. They’ll hesitate. And you’re not stupid, Pro. You know what happens when someone hesitates around me.

--Nicole--
I won’t let them!

--Shilo--
You have no choice. You can’t beat me. You can’t even control yourself. You know it and I know it. I am offering a solution to a problem for Nicole. All I ask is an outcome that will occur whether she agrees to it or not.

--Nicole (gentler)--
But…Wallace…

--Shilo--
Will understand. The man trusts my judgment and I know this drug. I know what it can do and how to get you out of it.

--Nicole--
But…the House-

--Shilo--
Will understand. You’re not good to anyone as you are now. You need something. Consider this…a gift.

---Nicole--
In return for dropping the match to you?

--Shilo--
Yes.

--Nicole--
What about the people?

--Shilo--
Oh we’ll put on a good show, just remember who wins it. Your call.


I sat back and looked at her, her eyes changing from the vial to me, then back to the vial to me, then back to me.

--Nicole--
Do you think I could beat you normally?

--Shilo--
It doesn’t matter what I think.

--Nicole--
Do you truly think I could beat you!


I released a breath, never breaking eye-contact.


--Shilo--
No. If it was anyone else, you’d tear them apart. You’re too torn on how to deal with me and your weak from whatever medication you’re taking. I’ve had weeks to prepare for this. No. You fight me now, as you are, you’ll lose.


I saw her face, my friend’s face, change and cringe to pure sadness before nodding her head.

--Nicole--
I’ll take the Necro- DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!


Slowly, her hand shaking, she reached out to take the vial into her fingers. Popping the cork off, she looked at me for a moment, the fear evident in her eyes.

--Nicole--
Will it hurt?

--Shilo--
No.


The girl, young Nicole, nodded before taking a deep breath.

--Nicole--
We got it, Ducky. It’s blue Kool-Aid- OH MY GOD! REALLY?! MINE!


She gulped the whole vial down in one go. Slowly, I sat back in my chair, my fingers interlocked as I watched Nicole’s face change from delight…to pure disgust.

--Nicole--
YUCK! YUCKIEEEE! That’s not Kool-Aid! It’s bitter juice! EWWWW!


She stuck her tongue out, trying to get the taste out. I could only smile as I watched her struggle with it.

--Nicole--
Ah! What the fuck was in this shit?! I knew you shouldn’t have taken it, dumbfuck! AH (suddenly less intense but still disgusted) Gross…Shilo…you could have warned me that Necro would taste so bad!

--Shilo--
Yeah, I could have. But it usually doesn’t.


As she was dabbing at her tongue with a napkin, Nicole stopped mid-wipe to look up at me.

--Nicole--
What do you-

--Shilo--
Thing about Necro is…it doesn’t make great effect on spitting in front of a camera. Best to use food-coloring and vinegar for good effects.

--Nicole--
Food coloring and-you…

I didn’t say a word, but my smile was gone. The implication was in my eyes…and it didn’t take long for

--Nicole--
YOU FUCKING IDIOT! He played you! YOU MORONIC PISSANT OF A CUNT-


She stopped immediately before looking up at me, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Gods, how much had she wished for that escape? For that drug to be real? It was almost insane! I hadn’t seen anything this bad since Strange had begged for the formula to Necro.

--Nicole--
Why? I thought-

--Shilo--
You thought I’d force you to give up on entertainment like that? You thought I’d sell out and politically by my year?

--Nicole--
I thought you’d help me. Your friend.

--Shilo--
Nicole…I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Necro won’t help you. It will make things worse.

--Nicole--
You sound like Wallace-that pussy!

--Shilo--
Trust me, I know.

I was leaning over the table, watching her breakdown before my very eyes, though she fought with all she had to control it. It must have all sunk in at this point. For drugs, Nicole would give anything for them. For drugs, not the House of Ruin, not the entertainment… but for whatever it was those things were giving her. And it was killing her. I’d seen it too many times to let it happen to her. Standing up, I walked over to her side, picking up the empty vial in my hand.

--Shilo--
You got three hours till we’re needed in the arena.

I lowered my upper frame down to rest next to Nicole’s temple. She wasn’t shaking or sobbing anymore, though she kept her eyes closed as I was near.

--Shilo--
Don’t disappoint me.


It wasn’t a threat, but the undertones I prayed she understood. It wasn’t just me, it was herself, Marina, Anthony, the entertainment, SCW itself. Nicole couldn’t afford to buckle under the pressure. This was the chance for her to rise and become the second main-eventer and top entertainer in the House of Ruin. She couldn’t do it being so careless with her life.

Getting to my feet, I turned and headed out of the café, leaving the woman to her thoughts. Looking back once more through the window, I spied her looking at me for a moment. I smiled and nodded to her before she was out of my sight as I headed back to the arena. Looking down, I observed the empty vial in my hand, filled with remnants of the fake necro.

It had to be done.

--Shilo--
She would have killed me or herself otherwise.

Looking back up, I spotted a series of lights on a nearby window. One string was white, the other was colored. Christmas was over but people were lazy. It be another week or so before all was taken down. Still, I looked at the lights, still illuminated. I didn’t need Marina to tell me the symbolism here. I was already the color, shining brightly and catching the eye. Nicole was the white lights. She stood at a crossroads. She would either become the colored lights of success decorating the house of ruin…

Or…

She’d burn out and fade to black…

Sighing, and watching my breath freeze in the air, I knew that that choice was hers alone. But one thing was certain. The orchestration of this conversation that had passed and the results of it had secured it. Her tears, her doubt, her broken nature, even her loyalty had made it perfectly clear.

No matter what she chose…I won…

No matter what she did… I won…

No matter what… I won…



This time…no matter what…Nicole had to be the loser…for the good of the house of ruin…and for the good of the entertainment…

--Shilo (barely a whisper)--
I’m sorry Nicole…thus is the game of war…necro…



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