|z|.Painful.Perfection.|z|

["The øne and ønly" Ðark HalØ]

|z|. I am the rights to self destruction… Morally dead, but so perfectly sinful. Balanced out in every form apart from what is right and wrong. Not blind to my judgment, just blind to emotions. When did such a glorious figment of your imagination, become so ruthless and unforgiving? .|z|



|z|.I bet you didn’t think your mind was capable of such feats.|z|

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...A Twizted Mind Production... [/color]

And when you were younger, you dreamed of the perfect world...
...Scene Opens...
The breath taking scene of the VNB compound pulses onto the screen. The angelic rain hurdling towards the concrete with sinister intentions, staining it a dreary grey flickers into sight. The guards are maintaining their stances as per usual, never batting an eye lid as the rain begins to thunder down.

The view from the window is spectacular.

Inside is however, so very close to perfection it is almost painful.
The interior is stunning. But, if you were to look a little closer, you could clearly see that is not what makes this such a marvelous place.

Seated on a chair, beer in hand… is a god amongst men. Chiseled features; so dreamy and perfect… stormy grey eyes with a thousand tales to tell, yet those lips let you know that he keeps them sealed tightly. Long, wet hair hanging upon his shoulders with such depression as it gently drips stray tears of water onto his bare chest. Many know him as The Prince… The Champion… Yet he only one name can be truly acclaimed to him; Johnny Mental.

Beside him… his grubby paws clutching onto two ice cold beers as he glares around the room… is a legend. His eyes may be blurry and his clothes may be trashed, but his skill inside the ring and his wit have shocked, impressed and burned many people in his time. “The Demolition Man” Michael “Fade” Gordy.

Standing before a roaring fire, his glare seemingly manipulating the flames which flicker before him… Is the Devil. His blood curdling red eyes fixated onto the beautiful dancing embers, his head tilted down slightly, his hand resting softly against the brickwork. As the two men behind him appear to have no worries in the world… the devil’s mind seems to be going a mile a minute. His body stirring only slightly with every breath he takes, so calm and collected… So oddly calm for such a beast… For The Ruler of All... For Jihad.


His head lifts slowly as he takes a deep breath in. Turning, a slow smirk creases onto his face. Looking around his room, he almost beams with pride, with confidence in what he and Fade had created. Inside his head he knows, this has gone much, much further then a mere tag team… It’s become… indescribable. Who would have thought that three single letters could strike such genuine fear into the hearts of millions of people? Who’d have thought mentioning three letters could possibly make a person quiver, perspire and possibly even run with such terror?

These thoughts… These thoughts run through the devils head, chasing one and other, twirling around, spiraling with chaos inside this genius….

And then he stops… Looking to his left.

His smile slowly grows larger, his eyes glowing. He’s laid eyes on the one person in the world who would understand what great pride he has for his creation… And the last piece of the puzzle to perfection.

Seated upon a table in the far side of the room, sits an onlooker perhaps to the celebrations which thrive within the hearts of Johnny and Fade. The slow, almost sensual grinding of a lighter getting louder, the closer Jihad gets. His eyes drag up and down this figure, a past time he has often enjoyed, he must admit. That fiery red hair, stretching down to her lower back… That glimmering tongue stud she often trails across her sultry lips… Those sensuous hazel eyes shadowed heavily by black eyeliner that compliments her tanned skin so damn perfectly. His eyes watch her… admiring her upper body slowly beat back and forth as she breathes; that corset that hugs it her body so tightly, showing her every last curve. His eyes flicker down, hitting her thighs… gripped flawlessly by black PVC, glinting in the light… and her big black boots…. Now Jihad sees why she is the One and only… Dark HalO

She grinds that Zippo in her hand so tenderly, as her eyes thud to Jihad’s… hatred swirling through her veins. HalO crosses one of her legs other the other, pulling a cigarette from her packet which rests beside her. Lighting it, she never takes her eyes from the Devil before her. Taking the first drag from her cigarette, the tip burning as bright as her eyes, she takes it from her sultry lips slowly… blowing smoke in Jihads direction.

Jihad grins slightly, chuckling. He leans over the table slightly.

| -|- | Jihad | -|- |
"...Not coming to join the party, Little one? "

HalO chuckles slightly, sliding off the table. Standing next to Jihad, the size comparison is immense. Jihad towers over the 5’5’’ beauty before him. However, you can tell by the fire in her eyes, she’s not a single bit intimidated.

However, before she can speak, a voice from the other side of the room bellows out, causing both Jihad and HalO to turn.

Fade is staggering slowly over to HalO, followed by a cautious Johnny. Fade holds his finger up in the air, slurring his words.

| ‘- | Fade | -‘ |
"…I see the stripper has arrived! Hurry up and get nekkid!… "

Fade laughs, stumbling slightly, before focusing… Realizing who it is, his smile slowly fades… But then re-appears….

| ‘- | Fade | -‘ |
"…Oh.. it’s my slave… Woo! Get Nekkid! "

Fade laughs at his own antics, before dropping harshly onto a chair which The Morningstar had placed behind him. HalO sighs, shaking her head, looking up at Jihad slowly.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"...And What exactly am I celebrating? ..."

Jihad’s eyes lift slowly, Focusing on The Morningstar. HalO turns her body slowly, folding her arms across her chest, glaring up at Johnny, a smug grin spread across her face.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"...Oh… Hello there deep fried fucker… Long time no see ..."

HalO grins, stepping towards him, looking up into his dead, grey eyes. Her fingertips gently following the curves of the bottle in his hand, the cold wet condensation on the outside, stinging her soft skin. She whispers, her rich British accent, tantalizing.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... So they recruited you to take over one of the greatest teams in history I see?..."

Quickly, she takes the bottle from his hand, walking past him, almost straight through him towards the fire. Her sensual hips swaying in that tight PVC, both Jihad and Johnny watching her. Slowly she takes a drag from her cigarette, the smoke oozes past her luscious lips as she speaks.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... You got some fine taste there Jihad..."

She crouches down at the fire slowly, eyes following the movements of the fire.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... I’m the surviving member of D.O.A... Johnny boy had a short stint in D.O.A, isn’t that right? "

She turns, grinning, eyes hitting Johnny hard, an intense feeling of rage filling his body.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... And that fucker right there was lucky to escape me alive..."

He shakes his head, knowing what she was going to say minutes before it even passed her lips. She stands, watching Jihad, grinning seductively.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... Wait... Hold on a minute here…"

She steps forward slowly, taking a drink from the bottle of beer.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... If… Johnny boy’s the new Ruler of All, Owner of the VNB.. Then Jihad…"

She points to Johnny, Before slowly turning her attention to Jihad…

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... Does that mean he owns me? Or even you and Fade? "

She steps closer to him, taking another drag from her cigarette, lowering her voice slightly.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... You’re willing to give all of this up without knowing for damn sure what kind of insane son-of-a-bitch you’re giving it to?... "

HalO turns around, folding her arms once again, eyes glaring into Johnny.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... How do you know, the poor boy won’t get power hungry… Ruin your image… Take for granted everything you have. Didn’t the thought even cross your mind, my darling Jihad, that maybe one day this man will be remembered for The Beauty you created with the VNB? Here’s me thinking you would have gotten someone who you, yourself couldn’t beat to rule your darling… to make sure the image is maintained... "

She steps forward, shoving the cold beer back into his hands, she grins evilly. She whispers to Johnny.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"...I'm sorry... I’m spiteful... I spat in your beer... "

HalO takes another drag from her cigarette, blowing the smoke in the Prince’s face, walking towards the couch.

|z|.Painful Perfection.|z| [/b][/center]

[MorningStar]

…Born of Fire… Born Of Pain…


A flash of anger, a slight trembling of the extremities. Fingers clench tightly around the bottle, knuckles white and straining until the bottle threaten to splinter into shards of glass. Eyes are scrunched so tight and teeth clenched to the point of cracking… and the moment passes. After all, everything that has been said is truth, is it not? Why deny it…

Opening his eyes, once more impassive and callous, Mental turns to the slightly worried face of Fade Gordy and the somewhat smug countenance of The Devil, the corners of his mouth upturning slightly into a curious smile. Turning slightly on his heel, The MorningStar strides towards an oak table nestled against the wall and – more importantly – the silver platter upon it. With a sigh of relief, he sees the servants – HIS servants – already know his tastes perfectly. Gently setting down the tainted beer, he reaches greedily for the crystal decanter, positively brimming with Absinthe – the emerald wine.

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
You done, Toots? Whilst I do love to reminisce, to sit back and remember “The Golden Age”, I’ve never been one to dwell on that which has past and will soon be forgotten… How IS The Corpse, by the way?

He chuckles to himself at his own little joke, but doesn’t bother to turn around and confront Hal0 after his little jibe; such a dig at the King of Kaos may well have provoked a response… but he neither worries, nor cares. Instead he focuses his attention on his drink, pulling the stopper on the decanter and pouring his absinthe into a beautifully cut glass.

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
Yes, D.O.A… my, how I remember it well. How, after only two years in the wrestling business I defeated The Corpse for the WCXF title. How I remember the look on your face as you helped your King backstage whilst I held my title aloft, and how – after losing it in a match with all the odds stacked against me – D.O.A thought me a better ally than an enemy. Were you worried about me, Toots? Did you and Corpse see me as such as a threat that you decided to eliminate the competition? Reminiscing doesn’t always work in your favour, Hal0… heard enough, or shall I continue?

Delicately returning the decanter to its pride of place upon the silver plate, Mental now reaches for an exquisitely ornate sugar tureen, expertly filling the dual stemmed bowl. Touching the sugar to the emerald liquid contained within the glass tumbler, he inspects it and, finally satisfied, rests it upon the rim of the glass. He fumbles in his pocket for a packet of matches, finding his cigar case also and dropping them also to the table. Quickly striking a match, he touches it to the sodden sugar, watching it spring joyously to life; fumes of caramel and burning aniseed begin to flood the senses in a heady haze. With a quick flick of the wrist, he dumps the burning sugar into the absinthe, watching the blaze roar in the glass.

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
But you were right about one thing, Hal0… you have taken me to the limits and come out on top. Yes, I’m beatable. But then again, so are you… and believe it or not, so are The Devil and The Demolition Man. None of us are gods, Toots, despite our best efforts. One by one, we all fall from grace. Heh… y’know what? I can still remember it. The icy sting of lighter fluid in my lacerations, the pungent, sweet reek of it in my nostrils… The searing heat of the flames against my skin, the sickly stench of my own flesh crisping. But three years is a long, long time Toots. People change…Now, Hal0, there is no King to hold me whilst you beat me like a stricken dog, no one to keep me immobile whilst you inflict your torture upon me…

He picks up the glass of absinthe, with thumb and forefinger, straring at the blue flames. A sharp intake of breath and a quick exhale, and the absinthe is once more pure, untouched by fire…

And Now, I no longer fear the flames…

Savouring the bouquet of his drink, Mental grins with pleasure before taking a small sip of the scalding liquid, and exhales happily. Opening his eyes, He spins gracefully to address his fellow compatriots in the Violent New Breed. His head tilted bizarrely, his grin somewhat maniacal, his peers exchange nervous glanes, whilst hal0 sits there, watching…

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
Now then, Hal0, we’ve discussed just about everything the past has to offer, wouldn’t you say? Or would you rather continuing your rather feeble attempt at getting my back up? Because quite simply, there is a future ahead of us, and it’s as wide open as the legs of a whore. It’s there, waiting for us to reach out and grab it. Can’t you see it? Can’t you feel it? It’s almost tangible…

Mental continues his trawl around the room, taking in the opulent wooden panels, the plush carpet, the fantastic view of the compound and the world beyond… a world for The VNB to command and conquer… Finally, he come to the fireplace, staring into the dancing flames, hungrily consuming the mahogany logs and cheerily illuminating the room as dusk falls. Idly he dips his fingers into his drink, flicking droplets of absinthe into the fire, watching them rise and fall… almost dancing to the tune of The MorningStar…

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
Quite simply, I now lead The VNB. I am the NEW Ruler Of ALL. I will be the one who flies the flag, who carries the torch into the new world. For years beyond numbering, The VNB has dominated everything it saw, and under my reign it shall forever continue to do so. Without fear and without doubt, without thoughts of selfishness I take upon this task freely… but what about you, Toots? Something of an anomaly, aren’t you? The unknown factor in the equation… So lets not beat about the bush, eh? Let us put our cards on the table, so to speak. No matter how you respond, Hal0, The VNB will push forward and prosper... I'd just prefer to know whether to rely on you, or crush you beneath the Tsunami like the others. So, Hal0...Are you For Us…

Mental turns his head, all traces of amusement fading from his face. Gaunt in the firelight, his chiseled features appear almost demonic; a hearken remnant of times best forgotten. Empty, Hollow slate grey eyes bore into her own hazel orbs, staring into the twisted remnants of her soul…

… Or Against Us?

(Toots Or jihad, Go Nuts)

["The øne and ønly" Ðark HalØ]

...A Twizted Mind Production...

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And yet you play right into my hands…[/color]
...Welcome to the Puzzle, John-o...
HalO’s face is that of pure picture quality, as she gently slides herself back onto the table which she had sat upon previously. A single eyebrow raised in amusement and a grin spread across her face as she slowly chuckles, looking down at her lit cigarette. Looking back up at the Prince before her, his regal presence only seemingly making her more amused as she brings the cigarette gently to her lips. Her eyes flick to Jihad as her soft lips embrace the filter gently, drawing the harsh poison into her mouth. Pulling the cancerous stick from her mouth, she lets the smoke flow down her throat and out of her lips like a glorious waterfall, cascading over her pouting smile…

Moving her long red hair out her face, she takes a deep breath, grinning evilly..

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... You seriously do make me chuckle Johnny boy… Honestly… "

HalO laughs slightly, crossing her legs one over the other, as Jihad makes his way to fade, to make sure he is at least still conscious. HalO takes another drag from her cigarette, shifting her upper body to get comfortable against the cold, harsh wall which she leans upon. Her burning hazel eyes never leaving Johnny.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... You a threat… "

HalO nods, looking her Ruler up and down as a look of utter disgust spreads across her face.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... How could I possibly see you as a threat, my dear boy, when I’ve already beaten you? … "

Grinning, she raises her eyebrow, looking over to Jihad, who now has HalO’s attention.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... In fact, Jihad… Do you realize we are the only two people who can actually say truthfully, we’ve never been beaten by The Immortal Morningstar? "

Jihad raises his eyebrow, Looking over at the Morningstar. His back turned coldly, as his eyes focus on the fire, surveying its every last movement, flicker or pop. HalO jumps down off of her table, walking over towards where the Morningstar stands… Jihad approaches them both slowly, cautiously… In the other side of the room Fade falls off of the chair, hitting the floor with a groan, mumbling “boobies” to himself. HalO steps in front of Johnny, locking her eyes with his.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... It’s funny… All this time I’ve avoided you Johnny; Kept away from you… Not for the reasons you're probably thinking, my dear boy... oh god, no…"

She looks him up down, shaking her head.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
".. But As you stand here before me …"

Her eyes locked on Johnny hard, watching him.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... I’m taking in every last detail of your body… Your…lifeless hair, crying to your shoulders… Dead, grey eyes showing no passion, no emotion… Your weak, pathetic body… Your Pale, cold skin…. "

She takes a single step closer, her voice getting quieter.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... And even though every last detail about your image makes me sick to my stomach… "

HalO grins evilly, glaring at John-o intensely, a few single strands of her sultry red hair hang before her face.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... The one thing about you, which I simply can’t stand… "

She gets closer, their faces mere centimeters from touching, whispering evilly.…

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... Your pointless fucking arrogance… "

HalO walks away from him, smoking her cigarette. Jihad turns, eyes watching HalO, grinning at how this scene is unfolding. HalO thinks to herself, speaking slowly.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... You’re fronting the Violent New Breed now. You’ve beaten the greats, you’re the world champion… "

She turns, glaring at Johnny.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... Yet your droning fucking constant ego rings in my head every damn time i look at you; Knowing damn well you think you’re better then every last person in this room, maybe even sizing us all up to see how well or how easy a job you could make it, making us fall to your bellowing commands.… "

Raising her eyebrow smugly, she grins.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... You make me so sick.… "

Grinning, She takes the last drag from her cigarette, before throwing it to the floor and stepping on it. She looks up slowly, smoke flowing from her mouth.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... Oh and technically… You’re not the ruler of all… Jihads still is … "

HalO kneels down, stroking the passed-out Fades hair.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... You’re more like… The New Demolition Man… "

She chuckles slightly, standing up, folding her arms across her chest. She whispers, mockingly.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... What a triumph for you… "

The red headed beauty smirks evilly at Jihad, before walking over to the fridge and grabbing a Bottle of Budweiser. She sits gracefully on the kitchen top counter, lighting up another cigarette, blowing smoke into the tense atmosphere.

|z|.And it’s HalO to you… boy.|z|[/color]
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[The VNB]

The sounds of a loud....

*THUMP*

Feels the room. The sound, Of Michael Gordy slightly rolling to the right, And landing face first in the middle of the floor. After a moment of rubbing his head, Fade looks up and slurs...

Fade ~ Damn it! This is like a episode of Family Matters gone way bad. I mean PUH-LEEZE! A guy can't even suffer from a decent hangover with all this bitching going on!

Fade finally drags himself up off the floor and looks over in Jihad's direction...

Fade ~ Yea... This was just a brilliant idea J! "The VNB needs two leaders"...

Jihad slightly turns his head and...

Jihad ~ As I recall... You agreed with the decision...

Fade ~ Yea well whatever...

Then turning, To face Halo who still sits perched on the kitchen top table, Fade mumbles...

Fade ~ I have a great idea Jihadette, Why don't you go and take your pretty ass on out that door. I mean hell, There is like no reason for you to be here anyway other than your T&A value...

And at long last... Jihad finally appears to be ready to now chime in...

Jihad ~ And why is it that Halo should be the one to leave?

Fade ~ Because it is obvious, If The VNB is going to have a new leader, It should be Mental. Simple as that...

Jihad ~ Is that a fact? Then do tell... Why should it be your pick over my own? Why should it be Mental over Halo? Tell me why it is so obvious...

Quickly, Fade turns to Jihad, Looking slightly annoyed, And states his reasons...

Fade ~ It is obvious because Johnny is the best wrestler in the sport. It is obvious because he is The World Champion... It is obvious because NO ONE in the damn XVI can take that belt from him!

Jihad ~ Is that a fact? Well then would you care to explain to me what Halo said earlier? How is it that Johnny has only two real losses... One to me, One to her?

Fade ~ Explain that to ya? No problem... I would say chances are Corpse interfered somewhere in the match and cost Johnny... Easy as that. Cinderella is good, I will give you that. However, She isn't as good as Mental...

Jihad ~ The record states otherwise...

The look on Fade's face, Appears to be getting more and more annoyed. Suddenly, He begins to pace back and forth. He then looks back to Jihad and...

Fade ~ J... Come on, Do you really want a "girl" leading The VNB. Face facts, She cant and wont get the job done.

And on those words, It now appears that Jihad is the one who is annoyed... But not just annoyed... Infuriated... He glares at Fade and...

Jihad ~ You stand there, And tell me that "Trish" could not lead this Empire simply because she is girl!?! If Trish would have been the least bit interested in the leadership of The VNB, We would not even be standing here now having this conversation! She would be leader, And The VNB would have still been just as powerful. So don't you dare stand there and...

But Jihad never gets to finish his statement as Fade quickly interrupts and...

Fade ~ WHY IS SHE HERE! Not once, Not one damn time has she ever expressed any interest in even being a leader within The VNB!

Jihad ~ She is here, That means she is interested...

And on those words, Fade's annoyance now has turned to rage. The beer can that rests next to him, Is now picked up, And Fade flings the bottle against the wall. The contents of the can explodes sending beer flying in every direction. Fade then glares at Jihad and...

Fade ~ Just how damn stupid are you! She is DOA! The minute she becomes leader of The VNB, And we leave this very compound. She will bring The Corpse into this house. It will be he that will be sitting upon your throne. He will have his cane hanging behind your throne, And they will rename this damn place The DOA Compound! Is that what you are wanting? Because it seems to me that Johnny and I are the only damn ones willing to do anything it takes to prevent that!

Jihad... Now glares a hole through Fade. His eyes, Now a bright red... He makes his way over to where Fade now stands. And then gazing, Straight into his eyes...

Jihad ~ Let me make something very clear to you. No one holds command over me. No man. No God. No prince. What is a claim of age for ones who are immortal? What is a claim of power for ones who defy death? Call your damnable hunt. And we shall see who I drag screaming to hell with me. Don't ever make the mistake, Of making me forget that you and I are friends Michael...

Jihad then turns, And promptly makes his way over to where Halo still sits upon the kitchen table top... He looks at her and...

Jihad ~ My Dear... Tell me now, Just exactly why are you here. Tell me in simple words, No riddles... Are you here to accept my proposal to take my place as a leader, Or not?

Jihad then stands in front of Halo awaiting her response. Meanwhile, Fade has made his way over to Johnny and stands glaring at Halo with his arms crossed...

Reply Johnny or Halo?

Sorry so shitty, But work awaits...

["The øne and ønly" Ðark HalØ]

...A Twizted Mind Production...

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Oh… I’d apologize for making you argue…[/color]
...But the rush is like ecstasy...
HalO grins, wrapping her full lips around the opening of her beer bottle. Her eyes glaring a hole through Fade, the sickest of smiles creasing slowly onto her enchanting features…

Without even glancing once at Jihad, HalO slides from the counter top, folding her arms across her chest..

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... Asking to replace a legend like you Jihad is obscene… "

Biting her lip gently, HalO turns her head, her long fiery red hair draping over her shoulders, her eyes intense.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... I’m here Jihad, because you are my greatest rival… All these years, my soul purpose has been to destroy you… "

A Cocky look spreads across Fades face.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... However … "

Jihad now has the Cocky grin, glancing over at his team members before looking back to HalO.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... Destroying something which in turn made me who I am today is just insane…"

Jihad chuckles slightly. She grins back at him, eyes flicking over to Fade and Johnny who seemingly stand divided on the other side of the room.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... Asking to replace a legend like you Jihad is Obscene…"

HalO runs her fingers through her hair, whispering slightly, eyes glaring back up at Jihad.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... But, being the Queen of Obscene, my darling Jihad …"

She grins, teasing her tongue over her top lip gently before tilting her head to the side slightly.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... I Accept…. "

Fade and Johnny look on… the expressions spread so clearly across their faces is rare. Confusion and shock I suppose are the only words to explain them.

Jihad chuckles to himself. HalO grabs Jihads t-shirt, pulling him towards her, their faces so close to touching. Softly, she whispers.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... Just keep those two bitches out of my face… "

She grins evilly.

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... Otherwise I’ll make sure we have three females leading the VNB… "

Raising her eyebrow slightly, the grin becoming more apparent on her face as her eyes slowly drop down to Jihads crotch area.…

| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... If you get my drift… "

Jihad grins evilly, as HalO lets go of his shirt. Taking her beer in hand again, she props herself up on the kitchen counter again.


|z|.And How it makes me grin.|z|[/color]
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[ishimaru]

Now, now my dear. What would you say if I said I caught your drift and raise you twenty?

All eyes turn towards the door as the sound of another voice echoes about the room. Though it takes a few minutes for their eyes to settle on the figure leaning against the door frame, the figure of a petite curved form elicits an audible gulp, groan, sigh, and squeal of joy from the current occupants of the room.

You know seeing as how J’s chosen Jihadette number two and Mickey’s chosen the dark boy wonder, one has to wonder if I should be the tie breaker or should I complicate matters even more by naming my own candidate…

Fade slowly sits up and shakes his head a couple of times before groaning as he stands to full attention and slowly staggers towards the door.

You’re B-B-BACK?!

Don’t worry Mickey. This isn’t a social visit.

The figure smirks slightly and pats Fade on shoulder which causes the Demolition Man to stumble back to the ground with a painful wince and very audible vulgar roar.

I stopped in on the way to New York for a series of client meetings and wanted to have you and J sign some papers. However, his pen seems to be somewhat preoccupied and close to spilling his ink so I suppose this could wait until I get back.

Strolling towards Mental, the figure raises an eyebrow and nods in a curt acknowledge of his presence.

I’m surprised you’re still alive. Resilience. Definitely a good quality of a member of the VNB…

Not bothering to wait for a response from Mental the figure continues to make their round about the room coming to rest right behind Halo.

Then again, anyone who can grab the devil by the horns tends to be a pretty powerful figure in my book. After all, who better to attest to that sort of power than me?

Looking straight at Jihad as they uttered that last sentence, the figure looks below towards Jihad’s pen before slowly dragging their eyes back towards those frozen, glazed eyes that spoke volumes yet articulated no sound.

Isn’t that right dearest husband of mine?

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Replies are welcomed. Warm cookies if you saw this coming a mile away! lol

*Don’t throw tomatoes…it’s been a LONG while since I've done this...it's like riding a bike, right?*

[The VNB]

As Jihad still stands next to The Dark Halo, He looks as if he is the cat that swallowed the canary. Meanwhile, Fade makes his way back over to Johnny, And very quitely mumbles....

Fade ~ Dude... You need to keep your eyes on that blond. Trust me, She is damn evil...

Meanwhile, The look on Jihad's face is one of... "What can I possibly say to get out of this mess". Finally, And quite confidently, He looks at his lovely bride, Trish Sullivan, And...

Jihad ~ Come my dear, Why the hostilities? After all, It is not as if we have not spoke of an open relationship. After all, It seems to me all of your "business" trips to Canada always end in stops at the homes of Mr. Cage and Mr. Copeland... And I feel quite sure you did not just visit those former VNB members to simply catch up on old times... Perhaps you should just....

But Jihad never finishes his statement. As once again... Fade interrupts...

Fade ~ For God's sake Trishy Poo... Would you just slap him and knock some damn sense into him. I mean you know just as well as I do, Jihadette is a damn floozy, I mean just look at her! She has your mans Johnson in her damn hand! And after you knock her out, Then me, You and John-O can all go out and celebrate the new VNB...

Jihad once again slightly turns his head to face Fade. And once again, Glaring at him...

Jihad ~ A floozy you say? Tell me Mike, Why do you think that? Because she stands now beside me, And choose to pass over the amusement park ride known as "The Fade Express"?

Fade ~ An amusement park ride? Funny, What was the name of the one chick you used to run with? Oh that's right, It was Stephanie... She didn't seem to think it was an amusement park ride now did she? Come to think of it, Neither did Ally... Actually, It seems like all the ladies that take a shine to you Devil, In the end always come looking for a ride on The Fade Express now doesn't it?

Then, Fade looking over both the ample bodies of Halo and Trish, Spits out the words....

Fade ~ Makes you think it's just a matter of time before they do as well. Now doesn't it Devil...

And on those words, Jihad quickly moves from the grip that Halo has on him, Begins to make his way around Trish, And then quickly making his was towards Fade....

Jihad ~ I think it is long past due that I put you back in my shadow where you belong...

Quickly, Trish reaches out and grabs Jihad's arm before any real damage can be done. As Jihad and Fade continue to glare at one another. There is a very odd quietness within the walls of The Compound until...


For the love of god, Someone please reply... You three are fucking killing me here lol.

[ishimaru]

Smirking, Trish amusingly rolls her eyes and takes a few short steps to stand between Fade and J.

Fade, calm your choo-choo train down before it falls off its damn track.

Fade continues to glare at Jihad but drunkenly flips him off and sticks his tongue out at Jihad before stumbling back towards Mental.

Trish turns around to face Jihad with that same self-satisfied smirk gracing her face.

My love, if I were here to speak of indiscretions, yours would take us into the next millenium. Like I told Mickey, I'm here on business...though a bit of pleasure wouldn't be objectionable in this case...

Trish gives Halo a full body glance before giving Jihad a toothy grin and elbowing him a couple of times in the ribs.

You did always prefer 'em young didn't you dear?...Better yet, don't answer that. Don't want her to assume she'll be replaced soon enough like all the others were. Though I must admit, the Shirley Manson look still works for a select few.

Walking back past the door, the lithe woman picks up a briefcase and pulls out two thick manilla folders. Glancing over the contents of both, she tosses one towards Fade and the other towards Jihad.

I expect you BOTH to have your nubes read over these contracts and sign them in their own blood - no Fade the pig blood shit was NOT funny - by the time I return from New York. No signature. No deal. No new leaders. Period. You boys may have all the fun you want mulling over these with your potentials. However, I suggest you let them know that no decision is final until the council meets and converses privately a-

Fade lets out a huge belch that momentarily disrupts Trish's train of thought. Clearing her throat, she chooses to ignore Fade's contribution to the conversation and continues...

As I was saying, council meets...yada yada yada...a decision is made...a test occurs...blood is spilled...new contract is signed. Done deal. Get all of that dearie?

Jihad is still frozen, not in anger, but in an awkward sense of amusement at his wife's abrupt change in attitude when speaking of business matters. Trish cocks an eyebrow at him before continuing...

Business is business dear. While you and Mickey play cops and robbers, somebody has to keep our business deals and prospects afloat. So you'll understand if this isn't a long stay. Then again, I doubt she'd appreciate my extended stay at the moment anyways.

But what abo-

Try not to talk love. You never win this round anyways. I may be wrapped up in my business dealings but I make it a point to be abreast of what's going on in every fed you enter and destroy. It gives me a slight thrill if I must say so myself...those days back in the ring...

Trish pauses mid-thought but shakes herself out of her reverie to finish her conversation with Jihad...

Anyways, explain it all to them together or seperate. For all I care you could make them read it underwater in the pool. Just make sure you take the sharks out this time. Can have a half-eaten new leader now can we?

Trish winks and pats J on the shoulder before walking behind Fade and grabbing him in the exact manner that Halo *ahem* procured the Devil by his Horns.

Oh, by the way Mickey...if you ever think or suggest that you're going to get a chance to ride this attraction, I suggest you continue to pine away for Halo because that'll happen just as soon as...

Trish trails off and begins to whisper in Fade's ear. At first his eyes and ears perk up, but slowly Fade's face contorts into a look of abject disgust...

You sick son of a bitch! You would make something so fun so damn impossible....

Trish simply smiles at Fade before grabbing her case and strolling towards the patio door. Before finally exiting the room, she turns back towards J who still stands speechless and slightly intrigued at the exchange between Trish and Fade.

And by the way funny hubby of mine, Copeland would've sent his regards but his mouth was a bit too preoccupied with other matters. Not that it matters since So was Cage's...Gotta love tag teams, right my dear?

Laughing heartily, Trish exits the patio and as her footsteps fade into faint clicks across the stone exterior a voice breaks the stiffled silence permeating the room...

[The VNB]

The moment that Trish Sullivan exits the room, From across the room you suddenly hear a burst of hysteric laughter from one Fade Gordy. He glares in Jihad's direction and...

Fade ~ Dude... You are so screwed! The only way that could gave got any better is if you had your hand down her pants as well! Tickets to Side Effect... 24.95, The cost of my new autobiography.... 31.95. Trish catching Halo with her hand wrapped around your Johnson.... PRICELESS!

Jihad though, Appears to be totally ignoring Fade, He instead just glares at the manilla folder that was just handed to him by Trish. After a moment, He then just simply tosses the folder over his shoulder and...

Jihad ~ These are meaningless... Hell, Chances are I am the one that wrote whatever the contents are... As long as Fade and I agree, The contents of those folders are null and void.

Fade ~ Yea... And there is the problem, We don't agree. But lets get to the more important question, We can we expect to see yours and Halo's video on the porn shelf next to Pam and Tommy's and China and Sean's?

Jihad hangs his head for a moment and shakes it, He then begins to rub his temples and...

Jihad ~ Mike... I realize that when it comes to brains, You are quite lacking. So let me explain it to you like this. Has it ever occurred to you that the reason you end up with the ladies I show interest in is simply because after I have rode them hard and put them away wet. That I no longer have any use for them and I just simply send my sloppy seconds in your direction... Now, Can we get back down to business?

The way I see it, We have three choices... One, Fade and I leave, Just as planned. Halo and Mental have control of The VNB, And they run it into the ground because of their bitching back and forth and end up looking like total fools... Option number two is. Fade and I leave, Halo and Mental remain as the leaders, You kiss and make up, And then rule this federation with an iron fist...

And then, Their is choice three... If you two cant get along. We simply have a match, And the winner of that match, Gains all control of The VNB. Halo, Johnny, The way I see it... It's your choice...

Suddenly, Fade leaps forward, Looks towards Johnny and...

Fade ~ Hell yea, Lets have a match! You would kill her! Plus, Why not put the match in a shark tank, With real live sharks? Hungry sharks! And the only way to beat your opponent is to stuff her down a shark's throat, And pin the shark. Wouldn't that be a hoot? Or better yet, If J keeps acting like a moron, We could have a Devil on a pole match! Where we hang Jihad by his neck over the ring, And the winner would have to climb a ladder, Cut him loose, And send him crashing to the canvas! Yea... I like that idea!

Jihad ~ And Mike here in about two minutes when I shove your head up your ass, Don't take it personally... Anyway, The way I see it... Halo, Johnny... The choice is yours. Unite and stand together, Or beat the hell out of one another, And decide the new leader...

Jihad then turns his head to Halo, Awaiting a response. As Fade mouths to Johnny to accept the match, And make Halo eat lighting and crap thunder...

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[MorningStar]

…So many Puppeteers, pulling their strings…
…So many Pipers, playing their tunes…

…Yet you dance for me, so prettily…


Hngh… Hmpf… Heh heh… Haha, haha… AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

As one, with faces a mix of apprehension and astonishment, three of the rooms dwellers swivel to The MorningStar, still stood before the fireplace. His shoulders shake with mirth, threatening to spill his absinthe over the lovingly laid stinkwood floorboards. His head is thrown back, eyes scrunched shut as peal upon peal of silvery laughter bursts forth from his pencil thin lips. Attempting to restrain his amusement, Mental head droops, fingertips pressed against his hooded eyelids, shaking back and forth slowly in disbelief…

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
Devil… only the lord knows how many years you have on me… and yet you’re STILL so blind when it comes to women?

Opening his eyes, he takes a small sip of his absinthe and sighs in satisfaction. He turns gracefully on his heel, leaning back against the fireplace with an elbow resting upon the mantelpiece. His face is still split ear to ear in a boyish grin, a reminder that, no matter what lurks behind those slate grey orbs, he’s still little more than a boy himself. He takes another small sip, amused by the look of uncomprehension crossing everyone’s face.

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
Didn’t you hear? Three years ago, our darling Toots here…

He indicates Hal0 with a nod of his head.

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
…Knocked over a kid before his prime, and procured herself a win over a future champion. But even when that kid was green as summer grass, it took the helping hand of a doddering old fart to seal the deal and put him down. Now that kids grown up, seen how hell is decorated and, modesty aside here, has become a sodding Icon in this business. You heard her gloat, you saw her smirk. Since my rise, she’s been riding this Quote-Unquote “Perfect Record” over me like a prize winning pony… you REALLY think she’s gonna giving up her bragging rights by stepping into the ring with The MorningStar? Jesus dude, I thought I had a lot to learn…

Mental runs a hand through his lank hair, removing stray strands from his field of vision, grin still set in place. Jihad can’t REALLY be serious about this… Draining his tumbler, he pushes himself off the fireplace and wanders back to his drinks table. Gently placing the glass on the polished oak surface, he then picks up his cigar case and extracts one, place it between his teeth as he fumbles with the matches…

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
Y’see guys, I’m seeing the big picture here. Whilst your Jerry Springer moment here brought a tear to my eye, there’s more important things at stake here, and it’s summed up in Three Simple Words… Violent. New. Breed. Lets focus on this for a moment, ok? The operative word here is “New”. Way I see it, you’ve got two people here primed for leadership, but one of ‘em is gonna end up playing second fiddle. On the one hand you’ve got creak of experience, on the other hand you’ve got the passion of youth.

Finally striking a match in a blaze of sparks and sulphur, Mental inhales deeply of the flame before shaking it out, and blowing a thick, satisfied smoke ring.

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
Who do you want taking the VNB into the future, flying the flag for everything it EVER represented? Someone who is willing to sacrifice their body, soul and very life for the lifestyle You yourself bled, Jihad…

He swoops his hands in an all encompassing gesture, obviously referring to himself.

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
… Or a nemesis who’s turned her back on the only life she’s ever known, who threw away everythings she’s worked for over the last god knows how many years… all for her pride?

Deadly serious now, the grin gone and eyes steely, Mental pads on silent feet to the central table, leaning forward, knuckles pressed on the table. He stares into the eyes of Sullivan, holding his stare without so much as a blink or a waver…

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
There are two futures now, Jihad. One where VNB’s influence spreads even further than you and Fade pushed it, the other where the VNB follows the course of so many other groups, and dwindles into the mists of time, broken and forgotten. I was chosen to make the former happen, and I’ll be damned if I let the Violent New Breed die now. If you can get her;

With another disdainful nod of his head, he signals Hal0 once more.

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
To put up her oh so precious Perfect Record, convince her to put her only remaining claim to fame on the line, then I’ll mett her head on, whenever and wherever.

With that he pushes off his knuckles, levering himself to his feet. Turning to the huge double doors, he quietly walks away, but stops with his hand halfway to the doorknob. Without turning his head, he sighs…

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
I ain’t playing second fiddle, guys. I ain’t standing back and letting our plans go to waste. Most importantly… I’m not letting Her try to rekindle the fires of D.O.A by finally getting rid of the VNB. I’ll be six foot under before that happens… If she decides to finally put up or shut up, you know where to find me…

With that, he opens the door and spins through it, the heavy panelling closing with barely a click, leaving the three of them to their own devices…

(OOC: Sorry guys, had to get out of it somehow... I DO have a match, after all )

(OOC Edit: Welcome back Trish Aww, Now the VNB is one big happy family )

[The VNB]

Once Johnny finishes speaking and begins to head out the door, Jihad then quickly begins to speak hoping it will get Johnny to pause for a moment...

Jihad ~ I have tried to think over this little problem we have from every conceivable angle. And after every scenario I run through my head. I keep coming up with one solution. And to be honest, The solution is quite simple and painfully obvious...

Jihad then moves from his position next to Halo, And makes his way to the center of the room. Once again, Looking from Halo, To Fade to Johnny, He again begins to speak...

Jihad ~ First off... If this meeting between us four would be broadcast on XVI television, They would thing we were four inbred fools. The bitching between us, Stops now. Now, With that being said, After thinking about it, A match between "The Morningstar" and my "Dark Angel", Would be absolutely insane. The XVI would see that as a huge sign of weakness and would take every opportunity to exploit that weakness. As always... The VNB HAS TO SHOW A UNITED FRONT...

You see...

For many years now, The world has always thought that Michael played second fiddle to me. I however, Never thought that at all. After all, How can a 5 time World Champion play second fiddle to anyone? Now, The reason the world thought this. Is quite simply, I have always been the focal point of The VNB. You see, I have always been the mouthpiece, I always wanted the attention that being the leader of The VNB came with. However... Michael, Did not. Mike was always happy being in the background, He wanted his privacy. But then... When called upon. Whoever stood in front of "The Demolition Man" was quite simply... Demolished. And when I was injured, Or suspended, Or just frankly needed a vacation. Mike stepped into being the focal point, The mouth piece of The VNB. And of course, He did so remarkably. And then, Upon my return. Mike would go once again to the background, Because that is where he wanted to be...

Now... Am I the only one here that sees some similarities between Mike and Myself, And Halo and Mental?

Jihad then moves from his position in the middle of the room. He now makes his way to where he is now standing dead in front of Johnny Mental. Jihad looks him up and down and...

Jihad ~ You and I Johnny, We are a lot alike rather we admit it or not... We both crave the power. We both crave the power that only The Ruler Of ALL receives. We both want the fame, The glory, The spotlight, We both want to be the focal point and mouthpiece of The VNB. And quite honestly, How could I possibly fault you for saying you will "play second fiddle to no man". When I have uttered those exact words on many occasions.

Jihad then turns from Johnny, To face Halo...

Jihad ~ And you little one... Rather you would admit it or not... And oddly enough... Unless I am totally reading your wrong, You and Michael are a lot alike as well. You both desire your privacy. You are both happy being in the background. And just like an Assassin... When you see an opportunity, You strike. And again, Much like the 5 time World Champion Michael Gordy. Though he does not need to be the focal point. You are more than capable of being a World Champion... MANY times over...

So with that being said... My opinion is as follows. The VNB, Will be ran, The same way it has always been ran. There will be two leaders, And those leaders will be Halo and Mental. You both will share equal power. However... Johnny, You are indeed... The new Ruler Of ALL... You will be the focal point of The VNB, And you will be its mouthpiece. And you will be the one that stands in the spotlight and takes the glory. The way I see it, That is exactly what you want....

Then turning to Halo once again...

Jihad ~ And you Angel... You will have want you want. Your privacy... You will stay in the background, Much like Mike did. And then, When called upon, Or you see the opportunity... You strike. And if ever there comes a time, When Johnny is injured, Suspended, Or just wants to take a trip to The Bahamas... It is then, You take his place as the focal point. And I have every confidence, You would rule The VNB with an iron fist. And then, Upon his return... You return back to your privacy... The only thing that is preventing this from happening, Is the petty differences between you two. So... Can you get past those differences to create a united VNB?

And once again, Jihad turns to face all 3 members. After a moment, He then adds...

Jihad ~ Any comments?

And on those words, He continues to look at the 3 until...

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John-O, Man I am SO sorry for interupting your walking out lol, I just REALLY wanted to get this out.