GUERRILLA WARFARE | NEMESIS vs DICK DEVEREAUX

Scene I of I – Final Chapter: Full Circle

– Prologue –

Things in life always come full circle.

Nemesis and Dick Devereaux are just another prime example of that. Their war has waged on for over a year. Blood has been shed. Bones have been broken. Yet, here they are, ready for another chapter in their storied rivalry which many perceive to be the final one.

This rivalry has not only been the longest seen in Union Battleground but it has also been the most brutal, even drawing owner Axel Graves into competition and pouring over into the now defunct WarZone Pro. Their hatred for each other knows no bounds.

Though the event is aptly named after the Guerilla Warfare match itself, the real warfare will transpire between these two men with the Union Battleground Championship on the line.

The stars in the sky move like never before, almost as if they are swirling in a circular motion, making it quite the sight to behold. Underneath the sky though are rock formations, though the sun is setting, we are mere moments away from it becoming completely dark out. An eerie silence looms about, as if it’s blanketed the air. Panning down, bench seating is to be seen, as well as aisle ways for pedestrians to walk up and down. All of a sudden, as the sun sets in the background covering the amphitheater in an abyss-like darkness, a spotlight flicks on, revealing a ring, positioned in front of the bottom row of bench seating.

Standing under the spotlight is the Union Battleground Champion Nemesis as a gust of wind picks up, swaying the Guerrilla Warfare ring apron with it. Nemesis stands in a long black trench coat, his ritualistic head piece moving to the rhythm of the wind like the ring apron and his face painted with the evil markings that one is so used to seeing inscribed upon his flesh. The Union Battleground Championship itself is buckled up as if it was on a waist and on the ring mat in front of his black boots with the gold plate facing the viewer, glimmering slightly thanks to the dim spotlight from above.

"This is where it all began Richard”, Nemesis says with a calm demeanor

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Moments Later….

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[Devereaux looks down at Belane again and kneels down to him. Devereaux smears his hand all over the face of Belane, and then smacks himself on the face, giving him his signature hand print! The crowd begins to boo as Devereaux leans in and gives the Guerrilla Warfare winner an embracing hug!]

[Nemesis, Sinister, and Devereaux all raise their arms in victory and circle around the ring, and the boo-birds are out in droves to a deafening point. Then, out from nowhere, Devereaux rocks Nemesis with a Pipe Bomb! The crowd goes nuts! Devereaux stands back up and hits Sinister with a homing missile! Devereaux begins to kick both big men until they both roll out of the ring, and scurry up the ramp.]

“Some might be surprised that you are coming back for more but not I, no, from the moment you decided to falsely pledge your allegiance and deny the path to Salvation, I knew that we were destined to be eternal enemies who clash far and wide, high and low and wherever our hatred for one another may take us”, He reaches down to pick up the Union Battleground Championship which he holds at his waist while looking down at it

“At Guerilla Warfare, you and I both know the stakes are much larger than this…”, He holds the title outwards to indicate that is what he’s referring to

“This is about more than gold, pride or dignity…this is about the Ruler of the Battleground versus the Butcher of the Battleground and which one of us truly is the superior life form”, Nemesis brings the title back down to his side

“But you and I Richard, as bloody as our battles have been, as much of a toll this war has taken on our bodies…one of us will be far from finished once the final bell tolls because from back there…”, Pointing behind himself towards the darkness, another spotlight comes on revealing the set and entrance ramp for Guerilla Warfare

“Twenty men and women will be salivating at the opportunity to pick apart what’s left of one of us and while I have recently purged Salvation of the incompetent and worthless, I still have numbers Richard, I’ll be okay, while you, well, if by some miracle of the Heavens you happen to rip this Title away from my dead hands, I can guarantee that there will be nothing left of you to stand against whatever comes out from back there and whenever they decide to”, Now turning his attention back forward, the spotlight that once illuminated the entrance way goes out again

“But that won’t happen Richard, so fret not for it will be I that has to worry about a stale twig like Finn Whelan winning Guerilla Warfare or even that over accomplishing Alyssa Daniels who by the looks of it, can’t even decide what color she wants her hair to be day in and day out, yet somehow thinks she can step toe to toe with myself. How laughable. Then there’s the ‘Chosen One’, Emery Layton. You know, that fiery redhead that Union Battleground’s boss has hid from me? Who he’s protected from Salvation?”, Nemesis sarcastically asks rhetorically

“Ms. Layton, I have watched your dimwitted actions in your promos that you try and pass off as cute, only to regurgitate in my mouth. I watched as you travelled with the Trench War Title and fought mediocre-at-best competition that Axel found for you while he failed to feed me worthy opponents, let alone even try and determine number one contenders, no he saved that spot especially for you with that adorable piece of tin you wear on your shoulder with that goofy smile; the King Cobra Title.”, A sneer from Nemesis echoes throughout the amphitheater

“Any male or female who has lost to Rogan MacLean, especially a Championship, is inferior to myself and Salvation, plain and simple. You try to pass yourself off as good and honest, yet won’t do the honorable thing in your position by openly challenging me. Or are you too afraid because you know one on one, at one hundred percent, you wouldn’t stand a chance? What’s your game? To win Guerilla Warfare and the King Cobra Title so if I beat you at Coup De Grace you can cash in immediately after you lose? There’s nothing to respect about you. You’re just another snake in the grass waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike, so it’s fitting for you to be the King Cobra Champion I suppose.”, After finishing his words Nemesis begins to look around at his surroundings as if he can see through the darkness

“Looking around right now is like looking into the soul of Richard; it has become dark and empty. I have taken everything from him, even his own friends and family have had to endure insufferable pain as a consequences of Richard’s actions, yet still he persists on and even went so far as to challenge me to a Slaughterhouse Match”, As Nemesis finishes his sentence off with an arrogant laugh, he then looks upwards

From above the spotlight and then falling into it, drops a meat hook attached to a massive chain. Nemesis reaches out and grabs the hook, examining it closely, tilting his head side to side, slowly stroking it with his hands as it shines under the dim light.

“If leaving you hung on a meat hook, dangling within an inch of your life, will not only close this chapter of ours in the Battleground but also show the world once and for all why I am the dominant species, then so be it. Salvation has left you laid up in the hospital, beaten and broken but you’ve decided to come back for more and this time Richard…this time there will be no hospital bed, no casts, doctors or rehab. No, this time there will be a casket, flowers, a coroner and a funeral service. Like I said, I’ve taken everything from you Richard…except for one thing…your life.”, With that the spotlight above Nemesis and the meat hook flickers out

The wind whisks throughout the Red Rocks Amphitheater again and instead of being seen due the scene now being pitch black, the ring apron can be heard casually flapping with the wind once more as the picture cuts from the pitch black amphitheater to static.