PCW Live: The One Where No One is Ready
I'll Be There For You
Everything for the night was set. Decisions were made and very little still needed preparation. Pavor's creation, Spike's perfected form looked at himself in the mirror, making sure no piece of his latched in hair was out of place, no smudge to his porcelain visage. He wore a striking black and blue suit, looking more like a painting in motion than a person.
After what she'd seen last week, Zara was more determined than ever to help her ex, knowing something was very wrong with him and with the entire situation at hand. "Spike?" She asked it as she entered the room and the elegant looking doll looked up at her quickly, his features softening instantly. "You've come to see me?" He asked, the excitement staying in his tone in a way he wouldn't admit to if asked.
"I did. There's something I wanted to ask you about." Anyone who could see her face would know Zara was playing this close and careful. "I wanted to ask you something."
He abandoned his beauty routine and walked to her. "I thought you would never ask." He looked like he was over the moon. "What can I do?" He looked doting, loving even.
The technician looked right into his delicately carved and painted eyes. "I want to stand ringside tonight. For your match and...even for Pavor's." It made her stomach churn to even say it. She knew this was the best way to this, the smartest way to get to the real Spike but thinking of even looking like she supported Pavor was a little much. Still, she kept up the act.
The living effigy looked delighted but soon his face fell into a dark, suspicious blankness. "Why would you do that? Of course, you'll watch me. And I'll show you how much better I am than that broken prototype... but why would you want to be at that match? Is it really for Pavor?"
She opened her mouth to respond but he walked toward her, his head tilting a little, his artificial eyes unblinking. "Is it because he's in it? Is it because "The REAL Spike" is there? Is this your way of wanting to see him instead of me? Do you really think that flayed bag of flesh is better than me still, Zara? I've done nothing but love you. Since I could be here for you, I have been. Where has he been? You think he still cares about you?"
Zara was visibly getting angry and started to spit back out that she didn't ask for his affections but the doll got directly face to face with her. "I promise. One day you will love me more than you ever loved him. I will see you at my match, love." He pressed a cold, possessive kiss to her lips and the scene cut.
Logan Square Auditorium
Scarlett Bordeaux vs Joey Ryan
Bordeaux and Ryan shake hands before locking up. Ryan gets the wristlock and tries to make Scarlett grab his crotch, but the blonde cartwheels and counters the hold with a hiptoss. She covers him, but he immediately kicks out. Bordeaux quickly gets the chinlock, putting her knee in his back before driving it into the spine multiple times. Ryan doesn’t tap still and Scarlett grabs the arm and stand before getting a leg over the shoulder a chest for an elevated triangle armbar. Bordeaux wasn’t playing any games, showcasing that she’s far more capable since the last time she faced Breeze.
Joey eventually rolls her up, but she kicks out at two. They both stand and Bordeaux goes for the clothesline, but he reverses into a hanging neckbreaker to the shoulder. Bordeaux crawls to the ropes to recuperate and Ryan races forward with a knee strike to the face. He rolls her over for the pin. One...two—Scarlett kicks out. He lifts her up on the shoulders and puts her on the top turnbuckle. He looks to follow up with a step-up huracarrana using the ropes, but Scarlett hangs on and Ryan crashes to the mat. She leaps off with a crossbody for the pin. One...two..th—Joey manages to kick out.
Scarlett has him up and whips him into the corner for a clothesline. Joey staggers out of the corner and follows up with a single-handed bulldog. As Ryan slowly gets to his knees, Bordeaux connects with the double knees to the back of the head for the pin. One...two...thre—Ryan stays alive. Scarlett tries to get him up, but he suddenly has her wrist and forces her to grab his crotch. Joey doesn’t waste anytime flipping the blonde with the Penis Plex. She rolls out of the ring to avoid the pinfall. The crowd are behind Ryan as he’s on the apron. She stands and slowly turns around to eat a kick to the chest.
Bordeaux drops to the floor and Ryan quickly sends her back in for the pin. One...two—Bordeaux kicks out in time. Joey has her up on the shoulders again, but she wiggles out of it this time and rolls him up. He immediately uses the momentum to avoid the pin and superkicks the woman back down for a two count. Ryan drags her to her feet and tries to whip her into the ropes, but Scarlett counters with a forearm to the jaw and quickly puts him away with the Scarlett Letter to secure a point.
Aleister Black vs Doll Spike (With Pavor Nox)
The doll takes Black down with a spear, driving forearms into the face while Pavor watches in amusement. Doll Spike has him up by the hair and slings him into the corner, driving multiple kicks to the chest. He tries for a clothesline, but Black ducks under it and drops the doll with backbreaker across the knee. It hardly hurt the doll, but it caused pain to the knee as the hard surface crashed against it. Black gritted his teeth in pain as the doll slowly stood, still stunned from the reversal. He charged in with a flying knee to the chest to take it down and hook the leg. It kicked out at one. Black forces it up and Doll Spike uppercuts him before dropping the champion with snap suplex into the cover. One...two—Aleister kicks out.
He crawls to the ropes as the doll is on him. It strikes down with heavy fists to the back until Black was down on the mat. It then shoved him out of the ring. The doll drags him to his feet and tries to continue the attack, but Aleister reverses and sends it face-first into the ring post. The face cracks slightly, but enough for Pavor’s rage to inflame. He commands the doll to fight back, but it was touching the crack, trying to desperately fix it. Black got behind him and dropped the doll with a German suplex to the floor. It cracked again around the neck area. Nox’s fists clenched and unclenched in rage and discomfort. Black realized what was happening and grabbed a sledgehammer from under the ramp.
Rules be damned, he wanted to end the Fourth Circle for their interference in his title match. The doll was slowly rising to its knees and Black had the hammer up high. It wasn’t until Zara raced out screaming for him to back off, even going as far as to stand between them, did Black hesitate. It was enough for Nox to grab the hammer and attack Aleister with it himself. He drove the metal into the abdomen before swinging down onto the back. Blood spurted from Black’s lips as he coughed and choked. Zara screamed, not wanting Black to suffer either. She dragged the doll and put it between Nox and Aleister, forcing Pavor to hesitate. “One more strike and the doll is crushed...” she says.
Pavor slowly backed off and smirked. “You’re growing attached. How precious.” He laughed and eyed Black. “Your time will come. Your end isn’t far from now, Aleister. Enjoy your free will while you can.” He smiles before shoving Zara aside to carry the doll away. Zara wanted to chase after them, but decided to remain until paramedics took care of Black.
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Atwell with Rocket Stars
“My guests tonight are Rocket Stars—a newly formed duo that’s been inches within championship glory. In fact, they were included in the tag team ladder match in which Vipress and Corvus became the new champions. Ladies, thank you for joining me!”
“We’re happy to be here,” Jenny says. “We’ve got a lot on our minds about the past two weeks.”
“Vipress formed the Fourth Circle,” Hayley starts. “Do you consider yourselves a part of this war that’s begun in PCW?”
Arisa shakes her head. “We talked about it, but we are only focused on the tag team titles.” Jenny nods in agreement. “While we know this group could easily come into play during our next championship match, we aren’t going out of our way to target the Fourth Circle. If they get in our way? Different story.”
“So neither of you feel obligated to help Tyler Breeze, Natalya, newcomers José—“
Arisa stops her with a wave of her hand. “We just want gold. They seem to have them outnumbered anyhow. They don’t need us.”
Before they can continue, Heart2Hart make their appearance and seem displeased with what’s said. “It’s funny how you guys feel you aren't involved when this entire company is under siege by these freaks,” Natalya says. “You think they’ll just leave you be because they have most of the gold? They will not stop until they’ve taken everyone out.”
“It started with the tag titles, but it won’t end unless we take them out. They are only one person down and that can always change,” Frankie says as she holds out her hand. “We need as many people against them as we can. Are you with us?”
Jenny and Arisa trade glances before walking off and leaving the former champions standing there in confusion and disgust.
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José Martínez & Tyler Breeze vs Spike Trivet & Pavor Nox
Tyler and Trivet lock up, but Spike immediately gets behind Tyler to drop him on the mat. Spike squeezes the torso of the champion, trying to snap his back in half. Breeze struggles to escape, but doesn’t tap as the pain magnifies once Trivet lifts him and starts slinging the body. He eventually tosses Breeze to the mat only to drop an elbow to the back. He quickly transitions into a chinlock, bending the neck and back as he puts a knee into the center of the back. Tyler slowly gets to his feet only for Trivet to grab the hair and slings him face first into the corner. He tags in Pavor and the ghoulish competitor chops the chest.
Breeze tries to use the ropes and make it to José, but Nox forced his neck into the ropes to choke him. He only backs off at the count of four and quickly plants Breeze with a belly-to-side suplex for the pin. Breeze kicks out at two. Pavor has the headlock from behind and slowly stands, laughing as José looks ok with concern. Breeze backs Pavor into the corner multiple times to escape, but Nox sits on the turnbuckle and uses the hair to pull him into another headlock off the ground. He has to let go at three, but kicks Tyler in the back to knock him over. Pavor tags in Spike and the man cracks his neck before attempting to lift Tyler with a crucifix powerbomb. Tyler escapes and gets the backslide. Spike kicks out and eats a knee strike from Breeze before they both collapse.
José is begging for the tag as Tyler crawls to him. Trivet grabs the leg in time and grabs Breeze back from his partner. Spike is quickly caught with the packaged pin, but kicks out at two. He grabs the ponytail, but Tyler connects with a thrust kick to the gut and follows up with a jumping DDT. He crawls towards José as Spike tags in Nox. Martinez makes the tag and goes up high for the missile dropkick. José takes off, rebounding off the ropes for multiple clotheslines. He races into the corner and leaps off the corner with an elevated neckbreaker for the two count. He has Pavor by the arm and twists it before dropping it against the match. He transitions over the back and pulls the arm over into an armbar. Pavor doesn’t dare tap out, but the pain was evident as the man dragged himself to the ropes.
He slinks out of the ring and nurses his arm as José is on the apron. Spike quickly rounds the corner and connects with a big boot to the chest to drop Martinez. Pavor takes control as the referee tries to control Spike. He slams the back of the head against the apron before dragging him off and sending the newcomer into the barricade. Pavor wastes no time choking him with the heeled boot against his throat as the referee makes the count. Nox finally tosses him in for the two count. He turns José onto his back and drops the knee to the neck, staying there to choke him again until the count of four. A sadistic smile graces his lips as he has Martinez on his feet and looks to toss him into the corner post. Martinez reverses and sends Pavor chest first into the corner.
José tags in Tyler and hops onto the apron for a running boot, Pavor’s face colliding with the post. The champion follows up with the double knees to take his opponent down for the count. One...two...thre—Pavor powers out. He tries to drag himself to Spike, but Tyler has him by the hair and pulls Nox up into the atomic drop on the knee. Breeze follows up with reverse Frankensteiner to pin him again. Pavor quickly rolls out of the ring to avoid danger, but Breeze wastes no time racing into the corner and leaping off with the senton to take Nox down. Tyler tosses him back in, but Pavor was immediately back to his feet. His eyes flowed a crimson color as he stopped a forearm with a single hand. Nox squeezed and Breeze dropped to one knee as pain ignited in his arm. He could’ve sworn he heard something crack.
Nox yanks knees the face and Breeze is stunned still until Nox lifts him up for a powerbomb into the mat for the pin. One...two...thre—Nox was shocked as Tyler muscled through. He cradled his arm, but as Pavor yanked him up, he landed a forearm with it. He chops the chest multiple times until Pavor is back into the ropes and whips the man forward. Breeze races behind, then past him, rebounding off the ropes for a cutter to drop an unsuspecting Nox. He looks for the pin, but Spike drags him off and tosses Breeze into the corner. Martinez races in, but eats a big boot to the chest. He’s lifted into the crucifix and slung out of the ring onto the floor. Spike tosses Tyler into his partner once he’s up. Nox’s hand was suddenly covered in red dust and put his hand over the nose and mouth while one hand was locked behind the back. Breeze kicked and waved his free arm in a panic as the dust-choked him. It filled his nose, clogged his lungs, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as Nox dropped to the mat, legs around the waist to hold him still.
Breeze couldn’t breathe and José was completely still on the floor. He eventually succumbs to the dust and passes out, awarding Nox and Spike the victory.
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Sky Blue and Black
Taeler found herself pacing back and forth in her underground haven. The ivy grew splendidly, covering the walls and door, but leaving the window for the moonlight to seep through. It made her crimson licks glow with a fiery intensity. Equal rage showed as the green orbs of her eyes flashed in the light. Her manicured fingers gripped at her hair, then balled into fists as she tried to compose herself.
“The Fourth Circle? That is what this pathetic little gathering is called. As I recall the Fourth Circle is for the greedy. Brutes with no self-control or discipline that believe they deserve all that the world has to offer. They walk the earth in search of all its riches, all its glory, and do so with little tact.” Ruby lips curled down into a snarl and her nostrils flared in a momentary huff of air exiting through them. “Prissy....darling....these are the creatures you betray me for? Those with so little will of their own they have come to this? You choose these...heathens over your own kin? And for what? Power?! Glory?!” Her voice cracked as the volume of it amplified for a moment. The ivy around her shook with passion, displaying her fury through their erratic motions. Some of the vines grew longer and formed cracks in the wall—a symbol of her ever-growing impatience and diminished sanity.
“Pathetic....but since you insisted on this crew of half-witted zombie, let me remind you right now that this world is not your own. The phoenix is a symbol of rebirth and this realm is a place of life. You are all dead things made by a dead power. You harbor no souls, no essence, no vitality—simply hollow shells walking amongst the living. Your purpose is to destroy all that you touch, this little regime you’ve created included. None of you will survive long as a unit. The demise of your empire is inevitable, but I am going to accelerate the process. This is a place of life and you do not belong here. If I have to burn the land to cultivate it again, just to rid you from my garden?” Her expression darkened. The fury in her eyes shined bright. She was far from serenity, but the ivy suddenly ceased to move. They stiffened as a flower grew in the palm of the woman’s hand. White petals sprung wide, catching the moon’s radiance. She let a smile form as the flower began to suddenly die. Its lifespan quickened and the petals wilted to a brown-yellow hue. The leaves lost its green color and she eventually crushed it in her hand.
“I am a woman of life—mother and Goddess Incarnate—but I am very much capable of destruction. This is my kingdom, my domain, my beloved garden...and you better Hail Hendrix or I will send you back to hell personally.”
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Marty Scurll vs Jon Moxley vs MJF vs Jay Lethal vs Austin Theory vs Phil Jackal vs Ivelisse Vélez vs Mitchell Knight
Jay and Jackal start off with test of strength. Lethal gets the advantage with a hip toss and rebounds with dropkick to the face. He hooks the leg for a one count. Lethal yanks Jackal up and whips him into the ropes, but Phil counters with a wheelbarrow into a shoulder jawbreaker. Jackal quickly rebounds off the ropes with a tilt-a-whirl faceplant and transitions into the crossface. Lethal doesn’t tap and rolls Jackal over into the pin. He kicks out and Jay gets the roundhouse kick. Phil twists around and Jay follows up with a backstabber before hooking the leg for a two count. Lethal forces Jackal up and is quickly rolled into the pin for the shocking three count.
He doesn’t have long to celebrate as Ivelisse comes down the ramp. She races in and the two start throwing punches. Velez gets the elbow to the face and follows up with a knee to the gut. She rebounds off the ropes for a single-leg dropkick for the two count. Ivelisse takes control as Jackal gets to his knees with multiple kicks to the chest. He doesn’t back down, slowly rising as her kicks stiffen up before finally grabbing the leg. She counters with the enziguri and tries for another pin. Two count. Ivelisse mounts him and starts throwing punches again, trying to keep him grounded. He eventually escaped and rolls into the corner.
Velez races forward and Jackal slips out onto the apron before kicking the chest as she tries to shoulder block him. Phil connects with a running boot to knock her back in the ring and springboards off the ropes with the 450 splash to put her away. Jon Moxley enters the ring next and he wastes no time kneeing the gut. He lifts Jackal and powerbombs him into the corner. He throws fist after fist before stomping Phil down. Jon then yanks him out and drops Jackal with the suplex to cover him. One...two...t—Jackal kicks out. Moxley yanks him up and starts drilling him in the face multiple times before whipping Phil into the ropes for a clothesline. Jon proceeds to stomp the chest, more focused on causing pain than winning.
He tries to get Jackal up and eats a kick to the gut. Phil rebounds off the ropes, but Jon catches his crossbody and swings him over into a sideslam for the pin. One...two—Phil kicks out. Jon rolls him over for the chinlock before slamming the face into the mat. He yanks Jackal up by the hair and lifts him up before slamming the back into the corner. Moxley looks for the clothesline, but Phil gets the boot up. Moxley races in again and Phil leaps over him. He rolls through and drops Jon with a cutter for a quick two count. He gets Jon up and tries for a whip, but Moxley counters. Phil rebounds and slips through the legs to trip him up. He quickly gets the moonsault on the back and rolls Jon over for another pin. He kicks out at a close two count.
Phil looks to scale the top rope, but Moxley knocks his legs out from under him. He lifts Phil onto his shoulder, but Jackal battles his way out and plants Moxley with the sunset flip powerbomb from the second rope for the three count. Phil moves on in the gauntlet, but the exhaustion was catching up to him. Marty comes out to the ring, but refuses to enter to start it. Phil wastes no time racing after him and that costs him as Marty uses the umbrella against the gut. He beats down on Jackal, before tossing him in. He races in to hook the legs as the match starts. One...two...th—Phil barely gets the shoulder up.
Marty throws a tantrum, demanding that the referee counts faster. Phil rolls him up, nearly getting the victory. Scurll knees him as he stands and clobbers down on the back before whipping Jackal into the ropes. Phil is clotheslined to the apron and manages to hang on. Scurll boots him down to the floor before celebrating in the ring. He allows the referee to count. By five, Phil is up, but Marty rushes out and slams the back into the barricade. The referee continues to count and Marty sends him back in for the pin attempt. Jackal kicks out again and Scurll lashes out with strikes to the face and torso. He forces Phil to his feet and whips him chest first into the corner.
Phil has the wind knocked out of him and Marty clobbers him from behind. He sets Phil up in the Tree of Woe. Marty kicks the gut before looking to connect a dropkick, but Phil lifts himself up in time. Marty crashes hard and drops to the mat, allowing Phil to go up high for the 450 Splash to put him away. MJF is next on the scene and he takes his time. He mocks the crowd and even Jackal, but remains outside the ring. Phil uses the moment to rest and recuperate. Maxwell finally enters and looks to take out Jackal early with big boot.
Phil ducks and rolls him up for a two count. Jackal drives the knee into the face and lifts Maxwell onto the shoulders before dropping him with a gutbuster to the knees. Phil hooks the leg for the count of one. Jackal is getting exhausted, but he has Maxwell up and tries to capitalize with a sliced bread. MJF catches him midair and slams him down with a sideslam. MJF dusts himself off before he has Phil up and backs him into the corner. He drives knee after knee into the exhausted competitor before chopping the chest. Jackal is whipped into the opposite corner and eats a clothesline. MJF puts the foot on the chest for the pin and barely gets one. Jackal rolls into the ropes and Maxwell tries to drag him back in, but Jackal yanks the arm through the ropes and MJF’s face and throat pays the price.
He stumbles back into the ring and Phil tries to roll him up, but MJF stays upright before dropping the knee to the face. Jackal is forced up to his feet and dropped with the South Hamptons Plunge for the victory. Jackal battled his way through many competitors, but there is only so much a man can take in one night. MJF capitalized off his weakened state and now has to face Austin Theory. He enters the ring, but the bell isn’t rung. Mitchell Knight makes his way to the stage with Quackenbush right beside him. “I know this is originally a gauntlet match, but I thought why not give the PCW fans a final match that will blow the roof off the arena? Sure, you could eliminate each other and we get a final, singles match, BUT what’s greater than two?” The fans start chanting “triple threat! Triple threat!” He nods and pats Knight’s back. “You three are officially fighting for those seven points accumulated through this gauntlet and now triple threat match. Good luck.”
Mitchell races down the ramp and slides into the ring to take on both men. They quickly overpower him and work together for a double DDT. Austin quickly betrays MJF with a rollup, but he kicks out quickly. Maxwell tries for the finisher, but Theory backs him into the corner with multiple shoulder blocks. Theory knees the gut and lifts Maxwell onto the top rope. Friedman wastes no time kick him back, but Austin came back with a jumping knee to the face to stun him. Theory scales the corner and looks for a suplex, but MJF hangs on for dear life. He battles back and manages to lift Austin instead of the front suplex, tossing him from the top while he remains seated. Maxwell claps for himself on the top rope and smiles as the crowd boos him.
He wastes too much time because Knight races forward and takes Friedman down with a huracarrana from the top. Knight tried to capitalize with a dropkick as MJF crawls into the corner. He rolls out the way to ringside in time and Mitchell crashes into the corner. MJF gets on the apron as Knight stands and forearms him back. He tries to suplex Knight to the outside, but he lands on the apron before fighting back. They trade blows back and forth until Knight kicks the gut and connects with the Canadian Destroyer. MJF is still on the apron and slowly slides to the floor. Theory gets Knight from behind and pulls him back over the ropes for snap suplex. He transitions into the Guillotine chokehold, trying to squeeze the life out of the former champion.
Mitchell refuses to tap and rolls over, getting Theory to his back. He manages to slowly rise on his feet before countering finally into a suplex. All three men are down and the crowd is behind Mitchell completely. He slowly stands and forces Austin to his feet before chopping the chest multiple times. He sends Austin into the corner and stuns him with the double knees. He sets Austin up high and gets to the apron before climbing up from behind. He looks like he’s trying for another huracarrana by climbing on the ropes, but Austin uses his power to hold him in place. He lifts Knight up and leaps off with a powerbomb from the top. It takes a moment, but Theory crawls into the pin. One...two..—MJF breaks it up in time. He starts to slam his fists into Theory’s face.
Maxwell turns him over and lifts him around the waist before dropping back into German suplex into a bridged pin. Austin kicks out at two. Maxwell yanks him up and whips him into the ropes. Theory ducks under the clothesline and rebounds with an attempted Unproven Cutter. Friedman pushes him off, but his forearm is blocked before eating a discus forearm from Austin. Theory proceeds to attack with a Northern Lights Suplex into a pin. One...two...thr—Knight springboards into the ring with Shooting Star Press to Theory and hooks the leg. Austin kicks out at two. Knight looks to capitalize, rebounding from the ropes for double foot stomp to the back. Theory rolls into the ropes and Mitchell looks for the baseball slide to send him out.
Mitchell hops onto the apron, looking for another aerial assault, but MJF quickly forearms him and sends him back in the ring. Maxwell rebounds with a shoulder block and follows up with running knee as Knight tries to stand. Stunned, Knight was easily lifted into the fisherman position before MJF drops him with a spinning sitout powerbomb for the pin. One...two...thr—another kickout. MJF is furious as he argues with the referee to count faster. Mitchell rolls him up, but Austin is back in and gets the double knees to Knight to hook the leg. MJF superkicks the back of Theory’s head and tosses the shoulder into the ringpost. Mitchell was able to come up behind with a tilt-a-whirl DDT. He quickly follows up with the Opal Miner to seal his fate. Mitchell picks up the win and just earned himself seven points.
Next Weekly Show:
Phase Seventy-Six: The One With the Blackout
Top Of The World
Underground and directly beneath the arena, there lies a secret place. One unfamiliar to most of the roster, but a place that was practically home to the Fourth Circle. It was dark, few candles dimly lighting the underground fortress. Dirt fell from above as others wrestled above them, the distant cheers of the crowd drifted from above. Priscilla was seated on the ground, legs crossed over each other and her prized possession, newly earned gold, strewn haphazardly across her shoulder. Her hair had been dyed an orange color now, something she enjoyed the most and pulled back into two space buns atop her head.
The circle she sat in had intricate designs carved into the stoned floor. They glowed a dim red light, almost pulsing like that of blood pumping through a calmed heart. An eerie smile crept onto her pale face, lips dripping with crimson as they curled. Her eyes flashed with malevolent glee and giggle slithered out with equal, sinister intent.
“You people continue to believe we are no real threat. You continue to believe we are nothing more than a joke. But, tell me, dear children...”
She pauses, licking over her two-toned lips. Top lip painted blood red and bottom lip painted black as night. One hand lightly trailed against her title as a hard laugh escaped her lips.
“Tell me, how does failure taste? How does it feel to not have the upper hand in any of this? You continue to oppose us as if you have any say in the matter at the end of all of this.”
She stands to her feet, brushing her black dress off. Dirt and dust littering her clothing as she tries to clean herself off a bit. She doesn’t mind it much but prefers not to be disturbed in moments like this.
“None of you have the slightest idea as to what exactly all of us are capable of. This is not a war any of you want. You will all perish at our hands at the end of it all and if you think we don’t have a backup plan for those who stand in our way?”
Another hard chuckle escaped her and she closed her eyes for a moment. Her neck rolled momentarily, from one side to the other. Sharp nails tapped against the table she now walked over towards.
“There is always a Plan B. There is always another option. There is always something far more dangerous at hand. Things you could never quite fathom. Things none of you are prepared for. From here on out, if you are not with us? Then, you are against us... and that is the wrong choice. Choose very wisely.”