Champions (RPG)

• Normal RPG rules apply.
• OOC Thread Here.
  

 
 
 
Greystoke Manor - Scotland (approx. 11:00 P.M.)

Honor, something Talon live on, she strived on it. A monster like herself needed reason suitable that fit her, something, a line that could not be crossed. And that thing was honor. It was the one thing that could actually stop her from killing, stop her from caring stop her from doing any thing. What she did she made sure that it would not dishonor the Greystoke line and or her father. Since becoming a Lycan she had desired on thing from him something she could never truly gain from her past. It was for him to be proud of her. And strangely enough she felt as if she had succeeded, yet there where always those things that inevitable ruined the moment.

Now she sat alone in her room, sitting by the windowsill. Yes life might have been slowing down yet Laura felt like she needed to do something now that every thing had slowed down. Some thing to honor her father to make him proud to be a different person! She didn’t know what that would be, either way she was up for any thing. Yet her father seemed to cherish this silence and slowness of life. Though it was one of the things that the mutant teen was unable to really enjoy as much as every one else.

Her life always moved so fast that some times she could hardly keep up. But when every thing slowed down to a point where she was dragging her life behind her it was obvious that this girl did not like life in the slow lane. But it was here and with all her action recently being revealed she found herself acquiring one of the most oddest hobbies for a girl like her to acquire: The art of reading. Since life had slowed down she took a great deal of time to read many of earth’s Shakespeare, C.S Lewis, J.R.R Tolkien and even some Jane Austen along with many other books set in that time.

It was interesting how her mind worked. For before she had seen reading as something that just waited time. Why read when you can Google? Or in her case why read when you know every that is important already. She had been trained since birth, and tutored personally every thing that he would need to know about almost every thing. Fighting styles, Mathematics, Physics’ and all of that. Yet as she read these books she found herself discovering things she never new.

For instance she was never aware that Mr. Darcy was such a cold man, and never would she had ever suspected him warming up to Elizabeth.   Along with the old classic “Much ado About Nothing” that one was an amazing plot of romance, treachery and tricking people to fall for one another. Which she found very amusing. And now with her new attained hobbies she finally thought that maybe life slowing down was not so bad. Maybe it would not be as boring as she thought. Maybe….

She froze in position as something caught her ear. It was a transmission. She wondered for a moment as to what it was an eventually her curiosity got a hold of her. Quickly getting to her feet she slid on her uniform for she never left her room with out it now. And strolled down the hall way. Reaching where the sound came from the loudest she found Hunter, Risky along with other members of the pack staring at the television screen. Reluctantly she looked at it to and from that point onward she regretted it.

"The people of of this world have been through so much as of late.  With the intergalactic threat of Ninjeta and other globally-significant events, we need to do something that will unify to people of Earth." Said a British official as he stood on a large podium. With a very large group of humans around him. Oh yet a lot had happened. A lot more than any of these people knew. But this was the way of earth always wanting to raise their peoples morals to get them buying more things. TI was a money making baseness and they did it very well putting in worlds like “Globally-significant” and “Unity” dolling it all up and hiding their true agenda.

She listened intently as he continued strong "Throughout the ages, Earth's great heroes and warriors have protected her from dire situations at all cost.  Therefore, the United Nations sees fit that, one month from today, these CHAMPIONS of our world be given a special honor..... to compete on a global level in a TOURNAMENT!" “Just like England to start every thing.” She whispered. A Tournament for the world’s moral. Oh this was just getting better and better as the clock ticked. Yet she did not agree, the Championship was a little bit eccentric to boost the worlds moral…..or maybe it was not the world it’s about some thing else.

"It has been agreed by the UN Council that this event will take place in the birthplace of the Olympics: Athens, Greece!"  He stopped for only a moment regathering his breath and then continued.  "Also, there will be in fact TWO championships rewarded: first, the CV ULTIMATE FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be given to warriors based on their unique fighting ability; and second, the CV WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be rewarded to the most powerful of beings upon the earth!"

Thinking herself incapable of either she was fully ok with staying on the side lines. Another battle even a big one could not cause her to change herself again. She had just recently came as close to humanity and now…now she was suppose to close up and become a weapon! Again! There was no way in hell that, that was happening to her this time. "After much contemplation and deliberation, the United Nations has decided that ALL current inhabitants of Earth will be allowed to compete....  Earth is the home of many off-world inhabitants, and we would like to extend our hand in friendship by allowing them to compete.  They help protect us; therefore they deserve the chance

  "In addition," Laura caught herself moaning slightly in annoyance didn’t this guy ever just..shut up. It was bad enough there was going to be a large scale battle. But it was even worse because what would happen because of it. The events that would follow this battle she hoped with be minor. But she had no doubt in her mind that while the hers where all fighting in their little dome in Greece that during that time where the worlds greatest heroes where away some villain will start spreading it’s roots in the mean time.

Never the less as he kept on speaking she kept on listening  "All beings formerly accused of crimes against humanity will be granted temporary asylum at this event.  By letting them compete alongside heroes, we wish to let them know that we will uphold a code of honor.  We believe that the best way to rid ourselves of an enemy is to turn that enemy into a friend....." “What the” but she was cut off by William Greystoke’s out burst "That's insane!" He yelled in astonishment getting up from his seat.

“What kind of spineless move is that?!  They actually think those ruthless villains will just play nice?!  And security...... By putting all the greatest heroes of Earth in one place, they're just ASKING for assassination attempts, terrorist plots, and more just to happen......" Exactly! At least some one was capable of seeing the danger in this situation…yet as she saw the smile creep on her father face she could no help but feel   as if he stomach has just been through a blender. When it comes the danger….Wolf Pack are always there first ready to face it off. Well team..... it looks as if we have a tournament to prepare for."

“What?” she sighed as she ran her hands through her hair. She stood there a little longer as Hunter gave out orders to each member of the Pack of what their next move was to be. She had no intention of joining this battle. No doubt she’d be killed before the first five minuets but as she looked at her father. She could see the fire in his eye the anticipation of what was about to happen. And she could see that he was looking forward to it. As she watched him her opinions of joining this battle altered as this became the best opportunity to show her father that she could do it, to make him proud and to honor him.

Instantly when that thought crossed her mind she dashed out of the room before she could get assigned to any thing. She ran full speed down the hall and skidded to stop in time for her room. She looked at the door a moment then quickly opened it staring at her room she moved her hand to her neck where Hunter had bit for what seemed to long ago. Then shaking her head as if coming to a conclusion she said to herself “Well them I might as well get started!” it was irrelevant that she was going to become the cold callous weapon that she once was but it was relevant to make him proud and to give it all she had. What happened to her in the process didn’t matter.

Casually she informed her father she had taken it upon herself to survey the fighting area in Greece Athens before leaving. And as she traveled from plain she could not help but wonder what would await her down the road. She was taking part in this battle once she got back she’d Tell Hunter so. As the plain landed she soon stepped out and felt the heath of Athens in full fury. Looking around it did not take her long to discover the arena where it was taking place.

And man, was it large. As she scanned it slowly taking her time she discovered that earth had taken precautions. Yet she could not help but wonder about the hidden agenda there always was one especially when the world all comes to an agreement. But pushing this behind her she foud out that the cells where each battle would take place was measured by 150' x 150' x 50' and there where also bars constructed of Adamatium which made this feel more like a prison that an arena.   She was also intrigued to feel that he floor was the mixture of the two most strongest metals both of which she had plated on herself. Adamatium and Vibranium appeared to be what they had used as the construction base. Yet there was a part in each cell that was created from non conductible mental. A smart move considering who you might be up against.

Coming to then end of her look around. She would return to the Wolf Pack base and inform Hunter on her findings also informing him that she was to take part in the battle. And finally she would be personally going over the data files of each oponent taking part in the tournament. Just to make sure she had every thing prepared. And whether she liked it or not she was going to push herself again, train herself, cut herself,   make herself stronger in order to make him proud of her.    

Eterna: A month before the tournament.

Breaker’s tower:

Planet Setron: Long before the Brekka Colony departure.

Notes for dummies: Just kidding, is for those who are unaware: 

Reckka: Another way of saying Breaker, just this time in Tangerin. Brekka is Braker in yet another language. (Tangerin is the old language. Is now use to identify young sils or low level soldiers.)  
Sil: The race that lives in Setron.
Dria: Is the money in Setron. 

Simi Valley, California

Eterna:

The base: containment rooms: Maximum security area.

The electronics store, as usual, was open late. It's owner sat behind his counter, passing the time by flipping through a magazine. It was a small store, with those annoying fluorescent lights and white tiles on the walls and floor. One of those shops that didn't have any style to it because the owner simply couldn't afford it. Rows of shelves carrying many different electronic products lined the small area. Every once and a while he would get someone coming in late to buy, and for this purpose he kept the shop open. He just wished it wasn't so damn boring. 
 
At that moment, a full grown man crashed through the glass door, shattering it into a hundred pieces. He slid and collided with a shelf full of miniature stereos, which fell down on top of him. Following through the empty door frame was a masked man, who wore concealing street clothing, A black cloth surrounded his face, and a hood covered his head. His name was Nolan, but e liked to be called Acheron, He quickly stepped into the store and walked towards the downed man, who was struggling to get up. 
 
He gripped the man by the cuff of his dirty white t-shirt, and raised his head off the floor, so the two were face-to-face, or face-to-mask. 
 
"I really hate....", Acheron began, and moved his grip to the top of the man's head "...carjackers." 
 
With that, he slammed the man's head back down to the tiled floor, instantaneously knocking him out. The tiles beneath his head broke. The clerk stared at him in stunned silence. Nolan was beginning to walk out of the shop when something on one of the TVs caught his eye. It was a news broadcast, repeating a press conference which had been held earlier, live. Nolan obviously missed it when he was punching out muggers, or something. He stared intently, listening closely. 
 
"As I said,The people of of this world have been through so much as of late.  With the intergalactic threat of Ninjeta and other globally-significant events, we need to do something that will unify to people of Earth. Throughout the ages, Earth's great heroes and warriors have protected her from dire situations at all cost.  Therefore, the United Nations sees fit that, one month from today, these CHAMPIONS of our world be given a special honor..... to compete on a global level in a TOURNAMENT!"   
 
He was very interested now. 
 
It has been agreed by the UN Council that this event will take place in the birthplace of the Olympics: Athens, Greece!"  Pausing briefly, the representative continued.  "Also, there will be in fact TWO championships rewarded: first, the CV ULTIMATE FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be given to warriors based on their unique fighting ability; and second, the CV WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be rewarded to the most powerful of beings upon the earth!"      
 
Now this was really something. For a while now, Nolan was thinking that he needed a break from simple street-work. Crime had gone down recently in New York because of all the vigilantes running around. He could take some time off. He obviously wasn't a candidate for the Heavyweight Championship-that was stuff for the planet-protectors, not the street-cleaners. But the Fighting Championship he could do. He had trained with some of the best martial arts masters in the world, in many different styles. He might not win, but at any rate, it would be a informative experience. 
 
Reaching into one of his pockets, he brought out a wad of cash. He tossed it at the clerk, who barely caught it. 
 
"Sorry about the stereos", Nolan said. And then he left. 
 
 
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He had returned back to his home as quickly as possible-a modest apartment in a decent neighborhood. He didn't want to alienate the people around him because of his considerable amount of money. Once he got there, he changed out of his costume, cleaned the grime off of him and made a few calls. Nolan, being the only surviving member of a extremely wealthy family, had connections. He called in a few favours. Within the time span of one hour, he had gotten himself into the tournament, and from there, he quickly arranged a flight to Athens, Greece. To compete in the tournament of the champions of the world was not something to be taken lightly, but he looked at it as a learning experience. 
 
And who knew? Maybe he could make it far into the tournament. He didn't know much about who he could be fighting in Greece, but he was ready for anything. That was one of the upsides of not feeling any pain-it didn't make you scared of much. He grabbed a traveling bag, and stuffed his costume, six thousand dollars worth of extra cash, and some simple living supplies into it. He had booked accommodations for himself in Greece. Since he was going to be away from home, it didn't hurt to rest in a nice hotel-one that costed $10,000 dollars a day, especially if he was going to be bloody in it. 
 
With a last glance around his simple apartment, he closed the door, and headed out to the airport.

Hair glided with the northern wind currents as back-flips allowed the feminine body to flow graciously with the area.  Thoughts flowed while memories projected themselves.  Funez a name that is echoed across the state of New Jersey.  A wealthy family that are known to be attention whores, awaiting to cast a shadow on their dear little children.  Throughout the long time-line of every sibling.  One has died only to be resurrect while another commits suicide so the youngest may feel alone.  With no where to turn, Funez Industires has seemingly dismantled.  With the Conclusion to every Complication locked away momentarily for the crimes made during the event simply known as Requiem.  Clara Mass the deceptive damasel, patrols the perimeter around Funez Tower. 
 
Seeking any odd behaviors, she intends to keep the under construction sight from being tormented.  Soon a clown can be seen, but indeed not your average.  Hoping to stop this new villain or possible vigilante from acting in the primitive mannor, a ballerina fashion twirl sends her into the air.  Floating quietly near this adversary dressed in the red and black attire, the exquisite reality-warper finally makes her presence known.   
 
"Clara Mass do not attempt to lay a finger on your brother."
 
With shock and awe, the mercenary whom managed to survive a confrontation with Angelique LeBeau, sets her body into the defensive position.  Immense power surged itself, crawling like a spider, on the veins pumping strongly.  "Why are you wearing that costume?"  The man had no face expression, due to the helmet blocking the view of his true identity.  "I cannot believe you would question me little sister.  If you want to know the identity of the brand new Closure, I guess you better connect the dots."  With words of confusion ringing alarms of pain.  The newest Closure disappears with just a blink of only one eye. 
 
Palms drenched with sweat, the feeling of nervousness oddly filled her soul.  Was this man just playing games with her mind, or was he spelling out a coming attraction?  Down below where electronic stores filled a partial void of what Funez Industries created, sends off a voice talking about a tournament.  Like a fallen angel, she dropped down swiftly and soundly.  As if she were a pedestrian, Clara Mass acted interested with the peculiar broadcast.  Eyes zooming on the speaker, pupils widened due to the astonishment of criminals being allowed to accomplish winning a championship.  Excited by the thought of fighting others to prove the simple fact of being the best, Clara Mass made an intellectual assumption.

Licking her lips with joy, maybe if she won this competition, she would gain the oppurtunity of making her name known.  Furthermore, this new Closure would most likely want to take the done the redheaded assassin.  If so maybe this weird identity crisis would come to an absolute conclusion.  No matter, the next step in fulfilling her most recent personal legend would be to discover a way to join the tournament of champions across the super-human community. 

If villains were to join this battle of warriors.  Than by a mere accident those criminals would perish.  So, with a sinister grin the often heroic Clara Mass took her odd life added it to this grand oppurtunity and summed up the outcome as making her world a better place.  Wiping certain incompetent fools off the face of the world, would be spectacular.  Whispering underneath her breath, the former mercenary from Sector Eleven spoke.  "To realize one's destiny is one's only obligation."  With that said, a plan would slowly commence in her favor of course.  This was a chance for the Funez name to finally be heard but in the scariest way.

Tokyo - Red Dragon Tavern - Two days ago

 
Tokyo - Prime Minister's Home - 12:00AM

 
Tokyo - Prime Minister's Home - 7:01AM

Greystoke Manor (4:30 A.M.)

New York

The Streets of Lower East Manhattan, New York

Amber's and Magnum's Apartment , 7: 30 PM

Gerald’s Room

Gerald had awoken from his sleep in his room only to see everyone was gone, he slept in as always as he sat up stretching his arms out like the wings of an eagle in flight. He got up scratched his stomach than proceeded to get dressed for a day where the unknown would happen, as he threw on his shirt he would go to eat breakfast and than go work out.

He went to his room really quick to snatch his gear, he opened the door and gazed upon his vibranium vest his vibranium helmet, and his most prized possession of all, his adamantium sword. He placed the cold metal upon his chest and the helmet upon his head. Gerald knew where he was going..to the training room where he spent most of his life making him the man he is today.

Training Center

This was the same training center his mentor had been murdered at, he chose to pay for it with his own money and keep it around under his own name, Gerald could not lose the memories he had here this is one place he could give it his heart and soul. Gerald had went into the all familiar situation room, he had chose option 3A he was going to fight a small battalion of robots armed with current high caliber firearms Gerald felt his adrenaline running like it normally does against something he’s used too, armed foes.

He walked down stairs and set the door to unlock when he was the last man standing, he set it to go and suddenly bullets where flying his way, Gerald leaped in the air dodging bullets as he managed to dismantle one and another whether Gerald ripped off there arms using his 4-5 ton strength or using his fighting skills to literally break the robots in two after disarming them, when all was said and done Gerald had felt rejuvenated felt more experienced and more

Eterna

Gerald headed home at the Elite Order base to take a shower and clean himself up, he heard the tv going off once he had sat down after getting dressed. It rang to him and said as he gazed with a smile from ear to ear saying,

"As I said," the representative of stated.  "The people of of this world have been through so much as of late.  With the intergalactic threat of Ninjeta and other globally-significant events, we need to do something that will unify to people of Earth."  He then paused for a moment and continued by saying, "Throughout the ages, Earth's great heroes and warriors have protected her from dire situations at all cost.  Therefore, the United Nations sees fit that, one month from today, these CHAMPIONS of our world be given a special honor..... to compete on a global level in a TOURNAMENT!"

To answer those questions, the representative of stepped up.  "It has been agreed by the UN Council that this event will take place in the birthplace of the Olympics: !"  Pausing briefly, the representative continued.  "Also, there will be in fact TWO championships rewarded: first, the CV ULTIMATE FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be given to warriors based on their unique fighting ability; and second, the CV WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be rewarded to the most powerful of beings upon the earth!"
 
After answering a few more questions, the representative stated that more details would be disclosed near the actual time of the tournament.  Later on, a question arose asking who exactly would be able to compete.  To answer the question, the representative of the took the stand.  He said, "After much contemplation and deliberation, the United Nations has decided that ALL current inhabitants of Earth will be allowed to compete....  Earth is the home of many off-world inhabitants, and we would like to extend our hand in friendship by allowing them to compete.  They help protect us; therefore they deserve the chance."  What he would say next would shock everyone.  "In addition," he continued.  "All beings formerly accused of crimes against humanity will be granted temporary asylum at this event.  By letting them compete alongside heroes, we wish to let them know that we will uphold a code of honor.  We believe that the best way to rid ourselves of an enemy is to turn that enemy into a friend

Gerald’s phone had started ringing, he had no idea of who could be calling he answered and said “hello?”

During Strifes everlasting run from the world and all it’s flaws he came upon a safe haven where he could finally be left alone from those pursuing him, changing shape into a normal human, he had purchased a home with the money from his various bank robberies. Strife hated having to do things like that, he wanted people to work for him instead of vice versa. He was doing low end jobs for low end money and he knew he was greater than that, he was perfect!

The perfect soldier program had given him everything he needed, all he wanted at the moment was a chance to prove himself to the world, a chance to prove that he would not be taken lightly, and that he was a force to be reckoned with when it came to battle with those who seek to do good. He was waiting for a time to approach where he could gain publicity and share his dreams with the world one where perfection would run amok and only the greatest would be the living ones.

At this home of his that he had purchased he had everything set up and chose to remain underground for the time being. He was living a regular boring life again, this infuriated him beyond anything else he needed to polish himself back up and prove himself to the world, on the tv he had just plugged in he had looked on the tv only to see those with power in this world announce something to the masses, the masses that could be his to do whatever he pleased with.

"As I said," the representative of stated.  "The people of of this world have been through so much as of late.  With the intergalactic threat of Ninjeta and other globally-significant events, we need to do something that will unify to people of Earth."  He then paused for a moment and continued by saying, "Throughout the ages, Earth's great heroes and warriors have protected her from dire situations at all cost.  Therefore, the United Nations sees fit that, one month from today, these CHAMPIONS of our world be given a special honor..... to compete on a global level in a TOURNAMENT!"

To answer those questions, the representative of stepped up.  "It has been agreed by the UN Council that this event will take place in the birthplace of the Olympics: !"  Pausing briefly, the representative continued.  "Also, there will be in fact TWO championships rewarded: first, the CV ULTIMATE FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be given to warriors based on their unique fighting ability; and second, the CV WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be rewarded to the most powerful of beings upon the earth!"
 
After answering a few more questions, the representative stated that more details would be disclosed near the actual time of the tournament.  Later on, a question arose asking who exactly would be able to compete.  To answer the question, the representative of the took the stand.  He said, "After much contemplation and deliberation, the United Nations has decided that ALL current inhabitants of Earth will be allowed to compete....  Earth is the home of many off-world inhabitants, and we would like to extend our hand in friendship by allowing them to compete.  They help protect us; therefore they deserve the chance."  What he would say next would shock everyone.  "In addition," he continued.  "All beings formerly accused of crimes against humanity will be granted temporary asylum at this event.  By letting them compete alongside heroes, we wish to let them know that we will uphold a code of honor.  We believe that the best way to rid ourselves of an enemy is to turn that enemy into a friend.

Strife had smiled his day had come and he had all the time in the world to put his plan into effect

E.D.I.T Underground base   11:00 am

Various members of the factions were standing around at the flat screen monitor watching the UN conference on T.V, the EDIT Family stood in a circle around Sean Smith, who sat in a very aristocratic manner. He hands met at a spade in front of his face, as he concentrated on the T.V not a sound echoed through the building, his adept ears caught the sound of Edit pro’s saliva, dripping on the shoulder of Edit Assassin. Editboy and Editgirl were hugged up above him. Editer the newest member had not been present. Sean’s fascination with the screen continued to grow, many of his employees did not say anything for fear of being scoulded. Sean watched as the Representative from Great Britannia stood up and approached the bench. The people of of this world have been through so much as of late.  With the intergalactic threat of Ninjeta and other globally-significant events, we need to do something that will unify to people of Earth."  Sean’s eyes dimmed as the renowned representative paused. "Throughout the ages, Earth's great heroes and warriors have protected her from dire situations at all cost.  Therefore, the United Nations sees fit that, one month from today, these CHAMPIONS of our world be given a special honor..... to compete on a global level in a TOURNAMENT!"
 Sean’s eyes dimmed even more, and glanced around his room, all eyes were on him, her started to say something, but his preemptive action was interrupted by a delegate from Greece.

"It has been agreed by the UN Council that this event will take place in the birthplace of the Olympics: Athens, Greece!"  Pausing briefly, the representative continued.  "Also, there will be in fact TWO championships rewarded: first, the CV ULTIMATE FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be given to warriors based on their unique fighting ability; and second, the CV WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be rewarded to the most powerful of beings upon the earth!

Sean didn’t even stay in the room to hear the rest of the speech; he entered an elevator and slowly moved up through the floors.

“Dad where are you going?” His daughter Shaundra asked. “I’m going to speak to the president about making and American all star team, if we have to be in this tourney, I want the best” she slightly bit on the tip of her pin and then asked another question. “You just became head of National Security do you really want to take on something this big already?”

He kissed his daughter on the cheek and walked off, “You’re just like your mother, honey, a pain in the ass HAHAAH”

OVAL OFFICE 1:20 pm

“Sean what can I help you with?” Sean walked up to the president and shook his hand. “Any luck with the E.D.I.T imitative?” he said jokingly. “Nope how that healthcare plan coming along?” Sean said with a grin on his face. “I’m sure you heard about the tourney, I want you to give Editman and the Edit family clearance into the tourney” Sean looked at the president’s posture and then watched as he rubbed his hand across his face.

“Editman can go, because of all he’s done for this nation, but I’ve handpicked others I want in the tourney and submitted their names already.” Sean nodded and exited the white house with a not so happy look on his face.

E.D.I.T Tower

“I want meh suit polished, I want dress suits and sunglasses all in my luggage” The esteemed head of security headed off towards his jet, and ready to see what the “ancient world” had to offer.

Palmer, Alaska 8:00 A.M.

  Kastiel was in his old room, he has not seen since the age of 17. To him it felt good to be back. Away from the Elite Base, and their protocols and such. Kastiel always found it nice to come back home and visit his 42 yr. old mother, but there was one small problem..... his mother's atitude towards him.

Kastiel was still asleep when it 7:45 A.M. He didn't expect anything as of a late. The world was pretty quite, the villians went underground, most of the heroes started to ease back. Except for Wolf Pack of course. They were always at the top of their game, but the Elite Order wasn't too far behind. In fact they are mighty close to surpassing them. After a few more minutes he started tossing and turning in his sleep. Then all of a sudden his ears perked up from the sound of footsteps in the hallway heading towards his room. Though he didn't wake up, his subconscience must've figured it was just his mother, but it would soon regret that mistake. 

When his mother was bye his bedside, she yelled. "Son, wake up already." 
 
Kastiel just responded by mumbling in his sleep. From that unsatisfied answer she yanked the covers from right on top of him and wrapped the whole thing around his right ankle and with all her might she then yanked him out of bed. The back of Kastiel's head landed on the bedstand, then his body was followed to land on the carpet floor with a loud THUD.  
 
"Mom! What the hell are you doing?!" 
  
"You're a superhero, plus you are just barely human, so it shouldn't hurt so much. Plus your dad said, that you needed tough love, so I'm here to give to ya." 
 
"And you listen to him? Out of all people, c'mon what did I ever do? 
  
She then responded with, "Nothing." 
  
After a long intense stare, she started dragging him down the hall. Kastiel then grabbed the door hanging on for his well being. "Mom, don't make me go ape on you, cause I will. I mean it. She kept pulling. "Hey, hey. If you toss me down the steps I'm really not going to visit you anymore till you're 43, do you understand?" "Well, yes I do and I don't mind either, because you're too needy anyway. She, then opened the door and tossed Kastiel down the steps. "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey" Unfortunately for him he had a long way to go before he reached the bottom and by the time he did his head was throbbing like hell. "Why do women in my life insist on hurting me for what they call 'fun'?"  
 
Kastiel headed toward the downstairs' livingroom and watch HLN with Robin Meade intil something caught his interest. 
 
Up on the screen was an important newsflash where a rather large press conference was taking place.  Several members of the United Nations were present and were standing behind different podiums.
 
"As I said," the representative of Great Britain stated.  "The people of of this world have been through so much as of late.  With the intergalactic threat of Ninjeta and other globally-significant events, we need to do something that will unify to people of Earth."  He then paused for a moment and continued by saying, "Throughout the ages, Earth's great heroes and warriors have protected her from dire situations at all cost.  Therefore, the United Nations sees fit that, one month from today, these CHAMPIONS of our world be given a special honor..... to compete on a global level in a TOURNAMENT!"
  
To answer those questions, the representative of Greece stepped up.  "It has been agreed by the UN Council that this event will take place in the birthplace of the Olympics: Athens, Greece!"  Pausing briefly, the representative continued.  "Also, there will be in fact TWO championships rewarded: first, the CV ULTIMATE FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be given to warriors based on their unique fighting ability; and second, the CV WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be rewarded to the most powerful of beings upon the earth!"
 
After answering a few more questions, the representative stated that more details would be disclosed near the actual time of the tournament.  Later on, a question arose asking who exactly would be able to compete.  To answer the question, the representative of the United States took the stand.  He said, "After much contemplation and deliberation, the United Nations has decided that ALL current inhabitants of Earth will be allowed to compete....  Earth is the home of many off-world inhabitants, and we would like to extend our hand in friendship by allowing them to compete.  They help protect us; therefore they deserve the chance."  What he would say next would shock everyone.  "In addition," he continued.  "All beings formerly accused of crimes against humanity will be granted temporary asylum at this event.  By letting them compete alongside heroes, we wish to let them know that we will uphold a code of honor.  We believe that the best way to rid ourselves of an enemy is to turn that enemy into a friend....." 
    
Kastiel then holled upstairs saying, "Hey mom, I'm going to Athens to enter the tournament. I'll be back soon." 
 
"Okay, sweetie have a nice trip."

As her flight landed in Scotland she slung her night bag over her shoulders. It was presently 3:30 in the morning for she did not want to waste any time till she returned back to Wolf Pack base. And gladly she had not. The moment she left for Athens Greece she did not bother to buy any place for lodging. And then as her expedition came to an end she just hoped back on the fastest plain and was here. She had only been away for several hours maybe one day and she was looking forward to some rest…any rest. Rest of mind, soul and or body…excluding soul since she was not capable of resting that.

On foot she ran through the forest at great speed but knew it was not great enough. Coming to a halt she looked around a moment before acknowledging her fastest way to get to the manor. So briskly she sighed as she began transforming into her Lycan form. She seldom did this. For she felt uncomfortable and slightly exposed yet desperate times called for even more desperate measures. As her body shifted in size and midnight fur began to sprout from her skin she remembered how much she actually enjoyed this. Now fully in Lycan form she scanned the area swiftly taking in the scent of the manor.   She could pick up her fathers scent loud an clear truthfully she could find him no matter where he was.

With out any more delays she sprinted off in the direction of the base. Leaping over fallen trees as her fur shimmered in the moon light. Her bright yellow eyes stared in front of her as in each step she dug her paws into earths soil each time. Her heart was pacing fast as her sleep increases, she flet like she was flying let alone running. Soon the manor came into view as she slowed her pace and approached it cautiously. Slowly and silently she reverted back to her human appearances. Taking a second glance she noticed that her attire had been torn in the process. That had completely slipped her mind, that her clothes would in this state each time.

Thinking no more she quietly snuck in through her window. For it had become a force of nature never to use a door in any circumstances. As she climbed up through her window she could see that her father was still up and working. From his scent he had not slept yet. But thinking that he was 90 + she knew that what he did and what she did could never be the same…but for tonight she had to much on her mind. For whenever she transforms into her Lycan self she finds herself more restful that when she began.

Slowly entering through the window she looked around her room as her eyes rested on the desk and laptop on the corner. Approaching it all facts that she needed to get changes left her as her assignment came into play. Her fingers typed like a forest fire spreading from each key to another A trait that she had acquired through her time at the Facility. She could type fast, like really fast even faster than any one in her family. But that was mostly the reason she dealt with technology so much.

As her fingers slowed their pace images of each candidate came into view as it filed her screen. Her eyes budged slightly as he gasped for some of her opponents she knew. But there where those that the moment she saw their names her heart skipped a beat and anticipation for the upcoming battle awoke with in her. That long   dormant excitement for something was coercing through her veins. Now she understood why her father must have enjoyed it so much.

 For she saw that there was Gambler. The shifty Cajun, the sly knight of deception himself had entered. Then Kurrent the electric executioner, the master of energy himself. Them there where also name that where unfamiliar to her yet she knew by reputation. For there was the noble Ninja Nevann. Who affiliated himself with WALL, and with Feral Nova. Along with the many others including some of the Wolf Pack members. Though it made her a little uncomfortable fighting them she would get over it. She was always willing to kill a team mate to protect another. And she was always willing to die for any of her team mates. So at the same time it was hard a easy to fight them.

As she continued looking through the data she began to feel exhaustion over come her like a storm. She had recently not had any sleep. Even before the tournament she had not taken it into consideration that her body required sleep . The time was presently 3:45 and most likely she’d get five hours of sleep. So retiring from her PC she dropped onto her bed and fell asleep almost eminently.

She was about to enter R.E.M. sleep when she head her fathers loud voice bellow through the halls as he was waking all the members.  "RISE AND SHINE....... WAKE UP!" She moaned as she placed her head under her pillow. She was not in the mood in getting up and she would not. There was nothing that would make her. She had spent the last three nights with out any sleep for…personal reasons and now this night with out any.  

Not even the Lycan king would get her out of bed. Laura was many things and she was stubborn as well!  Soon after she heard her door open and before she let him say one words she spoke first  “Father I am presently not in the state of mind to be awoken at this hour. If possible leave me unaccounted for. I shall join you and the other members as soon as possible. I just desire a few more moments of unconsciousness. “

With that she heard the door close and was relived that she had succeeded. But if not only five minuets latter she felt the covers being pulled off her. She clutched them tightly and was pulled off the bed forcefully and dragged into the hall way “I swear! Please for heavens sake no!” she whispered a she shut her eyes. Unraveling the covers from herself she stared up at her father. She was taken a back at his actions and wondered if she had done something wrong.

 He cracked a playful grin on his face. And she wanted to retaliate with an act of aggression. But as she looked up at his face she could see that he did not intend to harm her instead he was…the term was “playing around” with her. He was merely attempting to get her in the mood and to get her up. And he had succeeded. Even though she did not like it and was in a presently humiliating situation she sighed and smiled back at him “I’ll be there in 5” she said standing to her feet and pulling her beading back into her room.

Quickly making up her bead and tiding up her room she soon turned her attention to herself. Walking into the bath room she quickly brushed her hair and oddly enough braided it behind her. It was a style that made her look like a little girl. She would many times do this when going on an assassination mission when she was younger. Once done she slid on a jeans and a simple plain blue shirt. She knew that training would lye ahead but she was not the kind of person who always wanted to wear a uniform or clad armor.

Once she was fully clad she quickly left her quarters and dashed over to meet the others. "Alright mates," William began I a strong voice.   "We've got one month to get ready for this competition.   Therefore, we will rise early each morning and begin training.” She let out a sigh. “Off all the days “ she muttered. Considering she chose the worst week to not sleep. “While we're in this tournament, we're not just representing ourselves.... we're representing the Pack." She nodded her head in agreement. He then looked her in the eye as she avoided him by looking at the floor. She was not sure if she should have singed herself up to it.

"Now, each of you need to train for different things. Each member needs to perfect their combat style to the best of their ability.   For those competing for the CV World Heavyweight Championship, I recommend focusing on four areas:   Your physical condition, your abilities, your combative skills, and finally an expansion of your knowledge - study what you don't know and be ready for anything." The Lycan king said the group competing in that tournament. He then turned his attention to the other group. The one that included her and gave his advice which to her, where orders. "Now, those of you competing in the CV Ultimate Fighting Championship will need to concentrate on four areas as well:   Your physical condition, your hand-to-hand combat, controlling your abilities when in a closed space, and acquiring additional knowledge.   As I said, be ready for anything."

With that she quickly left with out another world and went to her room and shut the door. In anger she slammed her fist against the wall making a dent with in it. She was venting and she would. Her emerald eyes flashed bright yellow as a low growl resonated from her throat. Falling too her knees she ravaged her hands through her hair as a tear slid down her cheek. Quickly regaining her composure she stood to her feet. Her eyes returning to their emerald stated. “Control!” she whispered. Shaking her head she seated herself on the bed and looked at her hands for a moment.

Training was fine. But it was safe. She didn’t need safety. Yes sure the manor was equipped with many great facilities. But none could outmatch the pure wilderness. And heart beating danger .That was why she was going, she’d be gone for a while most likely the whole moth of training. She would swim the English channel a few times. Then maybe rent a boat and head out to the Atlantic ocean swim there a whole. After that the pacific. Then she’d go to Brazil spend about a week there. Go to Alaska maybe and some other cold. And once that was all done she’d most likely visit some SHIELD and HYDRA bases in order to perfect her hand to hand combating skills.

 As she sat there the scent of her father soon filled her nostrils through the open window. She quickly approached it to see her father dash off into the wilderness. Something inside her desired to go with him on his run. An emotion she could not understand or explain. She would be gone a moth. A moth of isolation with out seeing her father or any one. So maybe this run would do her good. With out another thought for she knew If she thought any more she would find some logical reason not to go so she acted on impulse.

Briskly she leaped out the window and ran after him.   She smiled continuously as she pursued him with all her might. He was fast, faster that fast. She idolized him and she was not ashamed to admit it. He was what she wanted to be. She wanted to be exactly like him. But she was nothing like him, she was a monster, an animal. And those thoughts weighed her down. As sweat poured down her face she took in the forest air and continued with out any singes of exhaustion. As the limbs and branches of the trees brushed up against her skin she cold feel her flesh slightly tear off as blood flowed down her arm.

Approaching the panicle of the mountain plain she could hear a roar. One fuelled with passion and pleasure. It was that of her honorable father. She could see him standing there like a giant. As the wind blew against his face. As it tossed his hair back and forth in it’s grasp. His dark eyes staring yonder at the sun. The sight of him made her smile a warm smile. And this man, this amazing man was her father. This man of honor and dignity, bravery and strength. Yes it shocked her that she had a father such as this. It shocked her that she could bear the name of Greystoke yet she did.

Taking in this she quickly dashed to the top of the mountain. Standing behind him she considered dashing off into the wilderness and remain missing for a moth. He would not ask questions he knew her. And he knew she had a life beyond wolf Pack. She would always dash off and some times be gone for days on end with out any word. But she felt inclined to inform him that she would be gone for a moth and would most likely remain out of contact.”Father…” she said ss she approached him from behind she outstretched her hand but quickly pulled it back.”No..never mind..” With out any word she dashed off back to the manor.

She wanted to inform him that she would be leaving for a long period of time. For she would be lying if she said that. Yes she would be leaving but only on a daily basis. At the moment she would train in the base. The nest day she head out possible to go swimming. And obviously she’d fight…like hell she’d fight to secure her control and her agility. Because she needed to do this, she needed to do her best becase he expected nothing less.

As night fell upon The Greystroke Manor in Scotland, Cifer sat in the Command Room with his fellow Wolf Pack members sipping down a cup of hot chocolate while reflecting on his rather eventful morning and the very chaotic afternoon which had followed, most of the morning had been spent grading mountains of paperwork that all of his students from the Nagano Prefecture Kizaki High School in Japan turned in at the very last second before school was let out for a short vacation thanks to the amount of work which now had to be done getting the almost a third of the school's walls and ceiling replaced due to the recent discovery of a considerably large amount of asbestos and black mold that was discovered growing within.

When Cifer had gotten back to Scotland later that afternoon he had discovered that all Hell was breaking loose a few miles out south going from The Manor into the forests. Apparently, not all of The Mindless Ones that had broken into our reality a few months back had returned to The Dark Dimension despite everything that had been done to ensure that every single unwanted guest that had come through those rifts went back to the places they belonged in.
 
The army of Mindless Ones had been running wild for months on end without any Master to control or guide their actions and anyone unlucky enough to get in their way had ended up being fried to a crisp. When they all came storming their way through the forests that afternoon a pack of Lycans who worked as Guards at Greystroke Manor along with their mates and offspring had the misfortune of coming into first contact with The Mindless Ones.
 
By the time Cifer had arrived to help there were very few survivors left...most of them had been Lycan pups who had all been mentally scarred for life as they watched The Mindless Ones reduce their parents to ash. The weirdest thing about the whole situation which he put great emphasis on in his report to The Hunter was that for some reason or another the victims had not brought any weapons or armor for protection let alone even one single communications device that would have allowed for back-up to arrive at a much faster pace. 
 
While he was by no means an expert on Lycans, Cifer had always thought that even if they were venturing out and about for a simple get-together outdoors they would have brought something just in case an event like that one had occurred. They should have known from the first moment they saw The Mindless Ones approaching that their claws, their fangs and even their incredible might was simply not enough for them to survive physical unarmed close-combat with those abominations.
 
But there were many factors that had to be taken into account here. The Lycans were not expecting an army of Mindless Ones to come marching through the forest this afternoon. The Mindless Ones had greatly outnumbered The Lycans who were all present at the scene not counting the children. Also, despite being as dumb as a bag of hammers The Mindless Ones were the physically superior race. They were larger, stronger and more powerful in comparison to even the non-average Lycans such as The Hunter. Their rock-like hides were far more durable and nearly indestructible in comparison to the fur-covered flesh of a Lycan. Not to mention the fact that The Mindless Ones could also fire powerful energy beams from the visor-shaped "eye" on their "faces."
 
Cifer also had to take honor as well as sacrifice into account. As far as he knew, honor was very important to The Lycans and The Mindless Ones had threatened to destroy it. It was that need to preserve that honor combined with their paternal instincts, which demanded that they protect their offspring at all costs, that drove them into combat with The Mindless Ones. Also...on some level The Lycans had to have known that if they preformed a tactical retreat The Mindless Ones would have pursued them all the way back to Greystroke Manor, thus putting even more lives at risk.
 
Cifer removed his glasses and rubbed both of his temples as he banished those thoughts from his mind, he didn't want to think about the incident anymore and so he focused his attention on the television in the Command Room just as a very important newsflash appeared on the screen. A large press conference was in full swing, several members of The United Nations were standing before their audience behind different podiums. Cifer's eyes briefly shifted from the television over to the back of the room as The Hunter and his Lieutenant, a woman he only knew as Risky teleported into the room and seated themselves.

"As I said," the representative of Great Britain stated.  "The people of of this world have been through so much as of late.  With the intergalactic threat of Ninjeta and other globally-significant events, we need to do something that will unify to people of Earth." He then paused for a moment and continued by saying, "Throughout the ages, Earth's great heroes and warriors have protected her from dire situations at all cost.  Therefore, the United Nations sees fit that, one month from today, these CHAMPIONS of our world be given a special honor...to compete on a global level in a TOURNAMENT!" As soon as the tournament was announced, there was immediately a large commotion from the members of the press as they were all trying to ask questions and get further details. Among those questions were such topics as the actual location of the tournament and other various details concerning it.
 
To answer those questions, the representative of Greece stepped up. "It has been agreed by the UN Council that this event will take place in the birthplace of the Olympics: Athens, Greece!" Pausing briefly, the representative continued. "Also, there will be in fact TWO championships rewarded: first, the CV ULTIMATE FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be given to warriors based on their unique fighting ability; and second, the CV WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be rewarded to the most powerful of beings upon the earth!" After answering a few more questions, the representative stated that more details would be disclosed near the actual time of the tournament. Later on, a question arose asking who exactly would be able to compete.
 
To answer the question, the representative of the United States took the stand. He said, "After much contemplation and deliberation, the United Nations has decided that ALL current inhabitants of Earth will be allowed to compete. Earth is also the home of many off-world inhabitants and we would like to extend our hand in friendship by allowing them to compete.  They help protect us; therefore they deserve the chance." What he would say next would shock everyone. "In addition," he continued. "All beings formerly accused of crimes against humanity will be granted temporary asylum at this event.  By letting them compete alongside heroes, we wish to let them know that we will uphold a code of honor.  We believe that the best way to rid ourselves of an enemy is to turn that enemy into a friend..." 
 
It took a moment for Cifer to register those last few sentences in his mind but when they finally did he was overwhelmed by a mixture of confusion and anger. But before he could verbally express his feelings The Hunter did it for him. "That's insane!" He yelled, leaping out of his chair as he did so. "What kind of spineless move is that?! They actually think those ruthless villains will just play nice?! And security...by putting all the greatest heroes of Earth in one place, they're just ASKING for assassination attempts, terrorist plots, and more just to happen..."  Cifer became a little nervous as The Hunter went completely silent and looked around the room. When a smile started to creep up on his face, Cifer immediately knew what was about to happen and then The Hunter said, "Well team...it looks as if we have a tournament to prepare for."
 
"What?" Cifer heard The Hunter's daughter, Laura or rather Talon as she was better known, ask aloud as she ran her fingers through her hair and then stared at everyone else in silence as if she were waiting for them to all make the next move. 
 
Cifer then got up from his chair, looked at The Hunter and smiled. "I cannot wait, this will no doubt be very exciting. Whatever task you wish to assign to me is fine, I'll do whatever it is that needs to be done. But for now...if you'll please excuse me I am going to turn in, Sir. I am pretty sure tomorrow is going to be a very big day for everyone. Good night." After placing his glasses back on and grabbing a hold of his cup of hot chocolate, Cifer walked out of the Command Room and entered the hallway. As he started down the path towards his private chambers Cifer began to think solely about the month-long training regiment that he would have to go through if he was going to be truly ready for this competition.
 
Cifer's eyes shot open wide as he instinctively backed up against the right wall and watched Talon zoom past him faster than a speeding bullet. She was obviously even more excited about this competition than he was. He was lucky that he had dodged her just in time or else there would have been hot chocolate flying all over the antique paintings that adorned the walls around them. Sighing in relief Cifer continued down the hallways until he finally reached his private chambers, drank the rest of his hot chocolate, took off his shoes, then his glasses which he placed on a nightstand and finally...crashed out on his bed.
 
The Next Morning...
 
"RISE AND SHINE MR. AROKINE! WAKE UP!" The Hunter roared as he ripped the blankets and covers off of Cifer and pulled him out of bed by his foot. Cifer yelled as he went flying across his bedroom and crashed back down onto the ground with a very loud THUMP!
 
"Ow..." Cifer mumbled quietly to himself as he stood up and watched Hunter quickly race off to wake up whichever unlucky bastard was next in line to get tossed across his or her room like a ragdoll by The King of The Lycan Underworld. 
 
"Oh yes...today is going to be a wonderful day. I can just feel it!" Cifer said in a dual-tone filled with both sarcasm and genuine excitement as he began getting himself ready.

He actually thought it was rather humorous. The humans, fresh from a disastrous war with the Ninjans, had decided to hold a tournament in honor of the fallen by making more casualties, those being injured instead of killed. Heroes from all over the world would fight to get the morale of their kinsmen back to its boiling point. It seemed like a version of the Olympic Games that included the chance that the planet would crack under anything that happened there. 
 
Watching the news, he smiled. He didn't know why.
 
The idea was just entertaining. And it would be a cold day in Hell before he passed up the chance to do something about Earth's champions making a mockery of themselves. He wanted to do that for them and see for himself what smashing their faces into the mud felt like instead of recording what happened into his mind. Warsman stood up from the couch supplied by the multimillion dollar hotel he was staying in for the foreseeable future. He laced up his wristbands and donned a new costume, one made of mostly red spandex following the contours of his muscles up to his waist from his legs and from his shoulders to his pectorals. From there, in the center of the chest, it alternated into a black and red star - almost like a nucleus for a science project. 
 
He slid the golden armor over his hands and onto his wrists, over the leather bracers. Even he was amazed by what Symaarian scientists could do. Perhaps he forgot their capabilities, but he could feel as if he was wearing actual skin and flesh. He had grown bald after he realized how easily opponents could latch onto his locks and tug at their nigh-unbreakable roots until he was ready to scream bloody murder and rip their insides to make their outsides. The Red Lantern energy coursing through him had made his eyes into burning coals, each seething with destructive potential. 
 
His new appearance was just as immense as it was before and startling from the vantage point of anyone who was not accustomed to seeing people with muscles dwarfing professional bodybuilders. He took a peek out of the window and saw a clear sky, which was odd for a bustling metropolis usually overloaded with airports and medical helicopters. There was no knock for the morning paper or any horns blazing from the street far below his floor to signal the rush for that early parking spot. He flicked at the bulletproof glass and it shattered, bouncing against the normally-busy sidewalk and exploding into splinters. He took a step out of the room and vanished, heading east. The smell of burned rubber as the military tanks still boiled from his heat vision tactics in the roadways and along the borders of the city. Whatever remained of a relief effort was just a pile of ash, disappearing into the wind. There was a reason that city was empty. That reason was now bound for Athens, Greece, to participate in the games being held there.

Focusing on his breathing keeping it at a deep slow pace, NeVann used it to drown out the mixture of boos and cheers as stared into the arena of the Ultimate Fight Championship tournament. He needed to mute the sounds because it would affect him in his fight, but for the fact that he didn’t wish to deal with the guilt. The people that spewed offensive slurs, threw thing and even spat at him had all the right in the world. As per the rules the Shinobi of Sarcasm unclipping his chest plate along with shoulder guards, they fell from his body as he went to remove his forearm and wrist guards only leaving the white wrapping tape that covered his hands and wrist. With his crimson colored armor that bore both the WAL and Uchiha insignias laying at his feet, Vann crossed his arms over one another as he gripped on to the sides of the bottom of his shirt. Lifting his arms up, he pulled the shirt up and over his head.

He could hear the cat calls and whistles coming from the female spectators, as he reviled his golden tanned toned torso. Tossing his weighted chainmail mesh mix shirt to the ground, it made a louder thud than that of his actual armor. Taking a step towards entering the cage like area he reached his right arm over his shoulder and rubbed what most would believe to be a tattoo. But to those that knew and or fought him knew that it was no mere tattoo, unlike the one on his right shoulder that he got when he joined the Anbu. It was something that he would have to keep in check as to not be disqualified from this tournament. As he entered the cage and had it looked behind him, Vann lowered his head for a moment and softly said to himself. "Bother you were a fool, I will not give in to this curse of hatred placed upon our clan…"

Month and half ago…

The sounds of sirens and screams filled the streets as a demon ravaged and destroyed the City of Angels. The demon was the legendary Nine tailed fox, and the person that released the destructive force was NeVann’s own older brother Uchiha, Kei. Though the member of WAL answer the threat that plagued the city, almost all of Los Angeles and part of southern California was left in shambles from the battle. The battle ultimately the battle was ended by NeVann thrusting the Chidori through his bothers back. "H-How… could I... a-a… full blooded… Uchiha… be def-feated… by my blind… younger… b-b-brother…" Kei said as he dropped to his knees, with a hole in his chest barely missing the heart caused by Vann’s Chidori. He could feel a warm liquid running down his arm, form his elbow to his finger tips as the song of a thousand bird had faded. Flicking his arm the Uchiha prodigy stained the crumbled asphalt with his brother’s blood.

"Brother and I use that term loosely, I know you fear the darkness that was coming. It’s all I see now, I would have willingly let you have the chance at eternal light. But you chose hatred and wanted to take it by force… why?" He said standing over Kei’s dying body. Laughing with malice in his voice and coughing up blood the elder Uchiha brother said his final words. "W-Why… you ask why… You a descendent of the clan cursed to a hate-fill destiny… hahaha. It’s almost poetic… Little.. brother.. Y-you’re… no.. H-H-Hero… just.. an. A-A-Avenger…." With no strength left his body Kei’s head drop to the ground and the life began to fade from eyes. Anbu form Konoha appeared surrounding NeVann and his slain brother, unsure if they were friend or foe do to his inability to see he quickly took an defensive stance until one finally spoke. Before they took the body of Kei, NeVann asked to take his brothers eyes in hope of acquiring a new inextinguishable light.

Month ago…

Walking through the Vann was going over the evaluation of the new class for Young WAL when felt something grab his wrist. Looking down he saw one of the new recruits to Young WAL and 14 year old hydrokinetic named Joseph. "NeVann I told to come find you, some weird people are on the T.V. and it seems to be very important." As he was dragged to the T.V. room, he couldn’t help but wonder what was the important news. In the back of his mind he wondered if it had something to do with his Kei’s attack a few weeks prior. The city had just began to start its rebuilding process, with WAL was taking place in helping. Even though the public feeling towards NeVann was inescapable. Protesters circled the tower with signs and chants that compare ninjas to ninjans, and the top one on the lynch mob’s list was the same one that have saved them count times.

It seemed that his brother’s word were coming true, he was no longer viewed as hero just simply hated. Entering the T.V. room Joseph point and asked NeVann who was the man talking on the T.V. Looking down he smiled and said it was representative of Great Britain before turning his attention back to the T.V. and listening. "The people of this world have been through so much as of late. With the intergalactic threat of Ninjeta and other globally-significant events, we need to do something that will unify to people of Earth." He then paused for a moment and continued by saying, "Throughout the ages, Earth's great heroes and warriors have protected her from dire situations at all cost. Therefore, the United Nations sees fit that, one month from today, these CHAMPIONS of our world be given a special honor..... to compete on a global level in a TOURNAMENT!"

To answer those questions, the representative of Greece stepped up. "It has been agreed by the UN Council that this event will take place in the birthplace of the Olympics: Athens, Greece!" Pausing briefly, the representative continued. "Also, there will be in fact TWO championships rewarded: first, the CV ULTIMATE FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be given to warriors based on their unique fighting ability; and second, the CV WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be rewarded to the most powerful of beings upon the earth!"

After answering a few more questions, the representative stated that more details would be disclosed near the actual time of the tournament. Later on, a question arose asking who exactly would be able to compete. To answer the question, the representative of the United States took the stand. He said, "After much contemplation and deliberation, the United Nations has decided that ALL current inhabitants of Earth will be allowed to compete.... Earth is the home of many off-world inhabitants, and we would like to extend our hand in friendship by allowing them to compete. They help protect us; therefore they deserve the chance." What he would say next would shock everyone. "In addition," he continued. "All beings formerly accused of crimes against humanity will be granted temporary asylum at this event. By letting them compete alongside heroes, we wish to let them know that we will uphold a code of honor. We believe that the best way to rid ourselves of an enemy is to turn that enemy into a friend....."

Once the announcement was made all the Young WAL member hat were watching turned to the shinobi with a look of wonder if he would enter the open tournament. Before the broadcast had finished the shinobi, already decided to partake in it. Though he didn’t enjoy killing, Vann did love a challenging fight and he knew that he would definitely get one. "NeVann, you’re going to enter this tournament thing right?" he heard Joseph say while tugging at his sleeve. Without a word the ninja looked down and gave a simple nod his head with a smile indicating that he would be an combatant before walking off to his office.

Present- 30 minutes ago…

Standing in front of a board NeVann, looked at the first round match up. Most of the names he did recognize through he may have actually met a handful of them and some he always wondered he ever got a chance to fight them how would he fair. His blood began to boil with excitement to possibly take on the likes of the Crafty Cajun, Lycan king, and Lady Luck herself. Those were definitely the top dog on this list though he had heard of the skills the some of the others that stood a good chance of walking away with the title, like Espada, Talon and Lady Nightmare.

Finding his name he looked over to see who would he be facing in the first round. The man he would be facing was someone he had never heard of that went by the name of Gregory Spook. Most would figure with the shinobi’s reputation it would be an easy advancement to the second round. Walking towards the main arena Vann tried to run different opening attacks to use, see he had no clue of what Spook was capable of and he didn’t want to underestimate the man.

Making his way to the center on his battle area, the Annoyingly Unkillable Shinobi closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he sat down, in an Indian style of one leg crossed over the other as his feet were brought in towards body. Calming his mind he wait for his opponent to enter the arena so his first round could begin.    

 The blazing sun shone upon the young fire goddess who was helping with a 10 car pile up on the I-10 Freeway, blocking traffic going east of it. While police officers stopped traffic coming towards the accident, Stephanie was busy carefully taking the passengers who were trapped inside their cars, out by ripping out the roof, doors, anything that was in her way from getting to the passengers. Also with her powers, she was able to cool down the cars by sucking the heat out of them, making sure no unexpected explosions would come out of the rescue. She was out there for at least three hours, making sure everyone was out safely and help moving the cars off the freeway. When she was, she let out a small sigh of relief, tension was filled in the air for all those three hours, and now it was time to relax. Before she made her way back to the WAL HQ, she walked up to the news reports and began to speak about how everything was now in order, and that the situation was taken care of. Answering some questions she then let out a yawn as she smiled.  

  “Well, its time for me to go, I hope I answered all of your questions, if you have anymore, Officer Vents will be more than happy to answer them for you.” With that she waved bye and was about to take off, until a report called out for her.

“Just one more questions please!” He yelled out.

Stephanie let out a small sigh as she turned back towards the reports and nod her head towards him.

“Are you going to participate in the Champions Tournament in Athens Greece?”

Everyone stood quite, waiting for the woman’s response as she stood there with a look of confusion on her face. “Huh?” her response left the rest of the news reporters baffled, did she really have no idea about this tournament that had taken the world by storm?

“Y-yes… the… Champions Tournament… its been on the news for the last week.” The man spoke again as he held up a flyer that had the details of the tournament on it. Walking up to him Nova took the paper and looked down at it, explaining everything about the tournament and the two different sections of the tournament.

“Well… I…” She stood there for a moment as everyone waited for her answer. “I guess I have no choice now!” She said with a smile as she bust out with a thumbs up. “Gatta go! Need to get ready for this fight!” with that she backed up and jumped into the air, bursting into flames as she took off back to WAL HQ, leaving the reporters still amazed she didnt hear about the tournament before.

There she was surrounded by the Young WAL students, asking her if she was also going to participate in the fight and letting her know that NeVann was already on his way to Athens.

“ Typical Ninja man, so eager to try out his new eyes.” She chuckled as she walked to her office, closing the door behind her as she walked up to her desk and pressed a few keys on her keyboard, second later the walls of the right side of the room began to pull apart, revealing a room. Walking into the room she clapped her hands as the lights turned on, showing her weapons, some file cabinets, videos, a larger computer screen and a small black box with a red phoenix symbol on it. Flipping it open revealed two metal like gloves with a red gem on the top of both of them that seemed to glow with energy. “Time to really test my new powers…” She smiled as she picked them up, slipping them on as she suddenly felt a surge of energy rush through her body, causing her to arch her back, throwing her head back as the gloves glowed a eerie red color, the lights in the room began to flicker as she fell to her knees, slumping forward as her breathing became shaky, looking upward she slowly stood as she looked down at her hands, now covered in the demon armor, she could feel the power of the hellfire rushing through her.

A few weeks ago, Nova would have been already dead due to the poison that she acquired during the Secret Wars, but in a strange twist of fate, Darkchild came to her one day, telling her that he could get rid of the poison, and teach her how to use hellfire, in return of simply her and the WAL team, to leave him alone. She reluctantly agreed to the training without any of the other WAL members knowing about it, but within a short time frame, was able to acquire the ability to create and manipulate hellfire, making her truly, a fire goddess.

Walking out of the room she pressed a button before walking out, allowing the walls to close back up as she walked up to the window, pulling it open and jumping out, bursting out into flames and taking off to Athens, Greece where she would participate in the CV World Heavyweight Championship. 

London - Conference Room (11:00 P.M.)

  Simon's Watchtower
  12 hours ago/ 12 am

"You jerk, when will you get over your ego and finally realize that the world doesn't revolt around your Ass." Kimiko yells at her  Wonder Man, he himself is probably trying to figure out why the Sun doesn't revolt around his ass. " Well that is because the sun doesn't revolt, its actually Earth and many other planets that revolt around the Sun." He answered back with a smirk on his face. She glared at him with anger, her fangs revealed itself from her strawberry lips. Her mouth became rather cruel-looking with sharp sparkling teeth almost canine like, with extraordinary palor, but soon returned to a normal state and put on a smile for her lover. "You are such a nerd. How can I stay mad at you? You always find some way whether it be good or You get into trouble just for me. I love ya, Simon". Before he got the chance to respond, Kim wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. A  passionate kiss at that, and when she finally pulled away Si was speechless. He cherised every moment spent with her because it could be his last. Day in and day out, Simon risked his life for Earth. Returning home to see his beautiful Wife, being near her divine aura often makes his bizarre mind to peace. Even  The Void seem to be at ease in her presences. "I love you too, Kimmy". Picking her up and placing her on their king size bed. Simon took great pride in caring for his pregnant wife. Though she can take care of most things herself, but Simon felt it was his duty to care for his wife. To him that is dedication to their marriage. Leaving their room, He walked down the stairs to the first floor where his butler, Jacob awaited him. "Sir, will you be remaking your suit now that Miss Kimiko is laying down?" Walking down towards his labotory, Wondy replied back within the seconds, "C'mon Jacob, We've work to attend to". Going down into the labotory, their presence activated the computer system there. "Welcome Wonder Man, how may I assist you?","Start the process for the new suit, ready the adamantium and vibranium alloys.Jac, get the power containment system online. I'll augment the suit's materials to make its durability near if its not equal to mine. When the suit is made, I'll put it on and enter the container. On my command, activate the process." Jacob was silence for a brief moment before nodding. One can see he was worried but Williams paid it no mind. "Sir, I am ready when You are." Simon smiled, even when worried and confused, Jacob stood by his side and trusted his abilities. He knew Simon was a being of great power and intellect, plans are conceived before he do the slightest things.

8 hours later

"You see, Jacob, I knew it would work. Jacob? Jacob?" Simon looked over to his desk to find Jake sleeping. Wonder Man picked him up and phase through the labotory wall. Phasing into Jacob's room, he placed him on the bed to make him sleep more comfortable. Phasing back down into his lab, Ol'Wondy took a glimpse at himself in the mirror. Flexing his muscles in the suit, it expended as his muscles moved. The suit was designed to expend as hus body did without causing friction or tearing, also to be as durability as his skin, making it nearly indestrucible. There was no vision change though. "Computer, good night.""You mean good morning, sir." Simon chuckled and made his way up to the kitchen. He started the coffee machine, the coco bean opened his eyes. His Alien physcialogy makes him sub-sustainable but chose to eat, sleep, and even breathe because it made him more human like. Picking up the universal remote from the oak dinner table, he sat down in his special chair made to support his adamant body weight. Pushing the TV button, a 70" hd plasma revealed from the wall and on came the morning news channel 5. A man in a suit came on, not one of the usuallys.  "As I said," the representative of  Great Britain  stated.  "The people of of this world have been through so much as of late.  With the intergalactic threat of Ninjeta and other globally-significant events, we need to do something that will unify to people of Earth."  He then paused for a moment and continued by saying, "Throughout the ages, Earth's great heroes and warriors have protected her from dire situations at all cost.  Therefore, the  United Nations  sees fit that, one month from today, these CHAMPIONS of our world be given a special honor..... to compete on a global level in a TOURNAMENT!". Simon sat back in his chair and sipped on his coffee. Another man came on this time to finish up where the another left off, " It has been agreed by the UN Council that this event will take place in the birthplace of the Olympics: Athens, Greece!"  Pausing briefly, the representative continued.  "Also, there will be in fact TWO championships rewarded: first, the CV ULTIMATE FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be given to warriors based on their unique fighting ability; and second, the CV WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP - a title that will be rewarded to the most powerful of beings upon the earth!" People from the press ask numerous question at once and another man well only responded to those that was clear to his hearing. He said ,  "After much contemplation and deliberation, The United NationAfter much contemplation and deliberation, the United Nations has decided that ALL current inhabitants of Earth will be allowed to compete....  Earth is the home of many off-world inhabitants, and we would like to extend our hand in friendship by allowing them to compete.  They help protect us; therefore they deserve the chance."  What he would say next would shock everyone.  "In addition," he continued.  "All beings formerly accused of crimes against humanity will be granted temporary asylum at this event.  By letting them compete alongside heroes, we wish to let them know that we will uphold a code of honor.  We believe that the best way to rid ourselves of an enemy is to turn that enemy into a friend....." Simon chuckled. His iphone rang and a familar face popped up on the display screen. It was Shawn Michaels, a WWE legend, and great friend of Simon.

Shawn: "Hey, man. I know We've catching up to do but did You happen to catch the broadcast on the News?"  

"Yeah, I did. I'm not too sure about this  one. Kimiko seems to--

  Shawn: "I understand she is your lovely wife but Si, I'm talking about the boyhood dream if err- I mean when You win the tournament."
 
"Well since I can't join WWe and accomplish it, I guess the WHC tournament should herald my participation." 

 Shawn: "That's what I'm talking about. Later man."


The call ended after his last word left his lip. Simon was thrilled with Anxiety and Intrigument. The thought of being World Heavyweight Champion took over his mind. He was to enter the contest and walk out with the championship in his grasp, high in the arm. He risen from his chair and called the Secretary of Defense by pressing 6 on speed dial. The phone rang for about thirty seconds before He picked up. "Mr. Secretary, sign me up for the WHC--" before he can finish the Secretary replied as if he heard a beautiful voice. "Good, I was hoping it caught your attention, Simon." Again another person hung up before He got the chance to express his gratitude. Williams was ready to leave the kitchen when He saw the fridge door shut. "Where are You going?" with the fiery in her eyes. "C'mon hon, You know I always wanted to be the World Heavyweight Champion since wrestling.""Well actually, I learned that yesterday when Smackdown was on and talked non stop about it.""Then You know how much this means to me but I promise when I can back, Earth will not need Wonder Man." With a disappointed look and tears in her eyes, she sighed and replied, "But the day will not come when You don't need Wonder Man. I'll, I'll be in the Living room if You need me." She drifted off from the kitchen to the living room. Simon's mouth was dropped, he reach out his hand to hold her but his body resisted. He tried calling out to her but the words couldn't project itself from his mouth. The Golden Guardian sighed and headed towards his weight room. It was filled with benchs, bars, weights, bicycle machines, punching bags, speed bags, vending machines, even katanas. He stripped down to his pants only, and strolled over to the weight rack. Grabbing two large dumbbells that weight 50 tons each and began to work on his freakishly large biceps and tricep muscle. But working out did not seem to ease his mind at the least. The Void tried consoling Simin but Si just blacked him out. Making his way towards the living room, he found Kimiko laying on the sofa watching Maury. Williams kissed her head and spoke in an angelic voice to suede her mind, his aura came on and gave off a golden glitter. "Yes, I have a dedication to you as my wife but I also have a dedication to Earth and its people, I use my abilities to help those in need or danger. I love You as I love Earth, You both have a place in my heart forever." He leaned over and kissed her lips. "Simon, you're more human than anyone I've ever met but when You soar through the skies and release fire from your eyes, its difficult not to view you as a God amongst us. I understand your dedications, I understand your noble hero thing but You have to understand my ferlings when I find out I can lose you at any second of the day." Making his way to the stairs, he looked back and replied, "As long as a single Star is alive, I can't not die. I guess God thinks me as an Angel in disguise. I guess my importance is too great for me to perish but I love You too." He continues down the stairs into his lab. "Computer, put my new suit on my desk, get me the file on all combatants entering the tournament, I also want the condition, information on the area and rules. Also activate the training room emulator, project Thor." The training room door opened from within the lab, files began downloading as he made his way into the room.  


8 hours later/ 3pm


Finally the doors opened and out walked Simon, his skin sizzled from smoke as if he was set ablaze. Jacob was sitting in the computer chair reading the files which Simon summoned for. "Find out anything interesting?" 


Jacob: "Well it would appear the Combatants so far are Hawk, Partisa, Akwa, and Breaker Envoy of Setron. It will be held in Greece, one month from now."


"Great, I'll fly over to the Wolf Pack HQ in Scotland, then the Ice HQ, and then the fortress of Solitude. I need a word with Clark. Gather more information on the combatants, area, and stipulations."


With that said, Simon clapped twice and a door opened in the ceiling revealing the afternoon skies. He took off within the instant and a golden trial followed him. Projecting himself to a high altitude in the clouds, Simon made way towards Scotland. The wind teared apart from his speed, traveling at 187,000 miles per hour as some would say speed of light. Before He could blink once, he arrivaled at the door of the Wolf Pack Stronghold. Phasing his way through the gates and doors. Simon found himself in their conference where several members were having a meeting about the events about to occur. Their Lycan leader was present at this time. "Wolf Pack, how's it going? Yeah, I do wish that I knocked and used tge door but time is at hand and let it not be wasted. I know You all seen the broadcast and some of your members are joining but I warn them now, Those who stand before me, Will fall before me. So good luck and May the best man win." After he finished his speech, Simon did not wait for a reply, he simply kicked off the ground phasing through the ceiling and went off to the fortess of Solitude. Upon arriving, He was not greeted at the entrance meaning Clark was absent at the moment. Instead of going off to the Ice HQ, The Golden Man flew towards space to be "alone" with his thoughts and use mediation exercise he had receiven from Dr. Strange.     

In the middle of the Atlantic Ocean a fishing boat was having a difficult time catching much of anything. None of the fish where swimming today for whatever reason. Suddenly as the crew grew bored and stress from the lack of anything to catch seemingly millions of fish rushed to the surface. They didn't care where they went they just wanted to escape out of danger. 
 
Many of them fell into the fishermens nets and some just jumped on the very boat itself. The workers couldn't believe their good fortune and ignored the lickly danger of such an event. Soon the water began to vibrate with incredible force. Massive waves surged tearing apart the surface of the water. The boat was being smacked around by the waves. 
 
They all wondered what was causing the horror beneath the waters and soon as the road on a massive wave never seen before a sperm whale shot out of the water. They thought the beast was the cause of the problem but then the whale continued to go higher into the sky. It was as if the beast had been thrown out of the water by something bigger and far more powerful as the beast continued to go higher and higher in the sky. 
 
The creature seemed to go maybe 600 feet in the air when suddenly another massive wave was made by some being rushing out of the water like a bullet. This creature significantly smaller was Partisa " COME ON HEEEEEEEEEEEERK YOUR A WHALE YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO DO BETTER THAN THAT." The small female atlantean matched the speed of the undersea creature and then passed it and hit it with both her hands sending the creature bac into the water from whence it came. 
 
This time an even greater wave and even a tornado like rush of air was birthed out of the crash point sending the still surviving boat to its undoutbable doom at the bottom of the oceans. 
 
The champion of Poseidon then sent herself flying back into the waters from which she was born of an under sea people. As she entered the waters she found herself falling into a trap made by a killer whale. The creature grabbed her in its razor sharp teeth and dragged her through the water and then spit her out hitting a rock formation.  
 
A blue whale then showed up and shattered the near by rock formation burying her in the rocks creating a grave for her. She didn't move for minutes and the whales thought they had won the fight. 
 
"Hekta Kuf NORMENTI " The dark magic atlantean spell sent the rocks burying her where pushed back by her simple spell the rocks smashed against the mighty beasts of the sea and wounded them causing them to sink to the bottom of the ocean. "Good job boys thats enough for today we've still got plenty of time to keep practicing". 
 
The whales then swim away bleeding and beaten and bruised no doubt thinking of finally getting back at the queen of the seas who beat them despite their strength at being the most powerful natural creatures known to on earth. " Fin Se" She utters the words of her teleportation spell sending herself to the famed city of atlantis. 
 
She swims to the undersea palace that her council use to make there plans about how to run the undersea city. Partisa reaches the council room and it treated with scorn by the elder Atlanteans. " My queen your actions have shown an complete and total disrespect for our ancient ways. Each day you live among the humans you forget the many traditions we have inherited from our ancestors. They would have never have approved of you living among them, helping them, beginning to deem some of the them members of our noble species and even worse now you join their filthy and unhonorable sport just for......" ENOUGH The elder councilmen is instantly dragged to her hand by her magics.  
 
"You pompous old man I am flowing with powers of Atlanteans even older than those of you speak of including our former god Poseidon. I weild his trident which deems me worthy to lead all of the seas. I have extended control over our nation to many of our lost cities which I FOUND NOT YOU AND YOU TRADITIONS. My methods are very different then anything you would do and that is why they work do not question them do not doubt me as a matter of fact don't even breath my water get out of my face and go hunt for a gold digging teen you can attempt to test you dried and dying man hood on. "  
 
She drops the weak old man and looks on at her council who now remember who is in charge. Now have a thousand of the army rookies meet me in the out crust of the city I wish to continue training and their numbers will cause much trouble for me as well as give me young strapping men to look at he."

Eterna: Situation room:

The Next Day: The Apartment

Athens, Greece

The joyful light brightened the money deprived men in the shelter. The scene was painted with sorrow and dirt as the volunteers passed out, to some, their only meal of the day. The only whispers to be heard were hungry citizens and helpful hands. Though the food nourished their stomachs a void filled their heart. It was if a black cloud eternity rain on them and the food was the only dry they could seek. The grimily man sat as peaceful has he could. His hopeless eyes were fixated on his soup. The hands of a weakened sprit grappled the spoon and dipped it in the soup. Since he predicted no further meal he liked to take his time. As the soon came to his mouth and the soup began to become acquainted his beard the doors of the shelter shot open.

Michiko walked in the shelter sharply dressed in a feminine suit. It was entirely black and touched with white on the accents. Her shoes were high and seductive. The starving hissed as like vampires to light and hostility immediately rose. Quickly, someone who possessed helping hands addressed her. “Ma’am are you lost?”“No”, Michiko smiled “ I know exactly where I am.” Her words slithered in the strangers ear when suddenly appropriately dressed cooks scattered the area with mouth watering dishes that look like God crafted them himself. The heavenly aroma crammed itself into the noses of those without. Smiles rain upon their faces and happiness temporarily found it way into their lives.”Why are you doing this?” the grateful stranger exclaimed. Michiko just smirked and said “I just felt like it.”

Her heels echoed the place as she left. The joyful raised their glasses in gratitude.Though her act of kindness warmed her heart. Her fist yearned for a challenging task. The sun nudged her to smile, but she could not fulfill its wishes. Her restless feet began to ache in response to her heels. However being her experience, the pain was in significant. The city was living all around her yet she still lay dead. Lately, every task, even Lady Nightmare’s had became fairly easy. A devilish thougth entered her mind, wishing criminals would become more ambitious but she soon relinquish it. “I wonder if they got something if they at the Pack’” she thought. Secretly, she made her way to a forgotten alley and disappeared in thin air.

To her surprise she could see several of her Wolf Pack members missing. This caused an inch in her mind. Her footsteps motioned toward her quarters before she decided to scratch it.

An alarming sound blared in her ears and destroyed her train of thought. Apparently there was a meeting to be met. Her inner child streaked in bliss. Lady Nightmare’s signature aroma filled the room. The blackness from her sudden presence filled the room. Everyone appeared to be gathered around the television screen and her attention was gathered. Her palms began to itch as she became aware to the tournament. She increasingly became insanely eager yet and still gained the ability to contain herself. Lady Nightmare’s dream clouds contained her mind. Visions of glorious battle lived within them.

They were immediately brutally murdered by talk of criminals participating. Like an English woman she exclaimed, “This is obscured!”..."Then again beating up the crazies can prove to be entertaining, however having all of us at the same place and time is the recipe for destruction", she continued to twirl her thoughts around as the announcer continued to speak. Her thoughts ceased as William, their leader, began to speak.

He proceeded to hand out assignments as usual. Lady Nightmare jumped for the universe as William gave her the duty of participating in the tournament. Plus, he warned her and the other participants of the work head of them. This was not a problem for, she viewed pain as a challenge rather than an obstacle.

Though she was confident in her skill she could risk not being prepared. Lady Nightmare left her signature in the room as her body became absent and began her preparation. 

Greystoke Manor - Approx. 11:35 P.M. (1 Week Before the Tournament)

The streets of long Island, NY

Airspace, just above Athens, Greece. About three weeks before the tournament.

“Clear your mind, open it to all possibilities. Beyond what is logical what is rational. Be ready for any thing. Equip yourself for the impossible for it can be made possible. Be ready, be capable be aware of your surroundings. Do what needs to be done. Do not hold back. Do not wait…no wait. Pre-calculate your moves before you commence in them. Plan out your attacks and every possible reflected attack from your opponent. Await your enemies attack. Do not be hasty to fight. Be ready to defend. Be ready to attack. Attack once and await your rivals attack.”

“Always know your enemy. Keep them closer to you than your friends. Study their moves. Study them, know them more than you know any one. Know yourself. Know your limits and your strengths. When faced in battle with a being more powerful than yourself do not match them in strength but in intelligence. In agility in structure and in guidance. Know their faults and know your own, so that you can change them. Alter your energy. Make it undetectable. Conceal your strength, conceal your inner energy. Make yourself like the wind. Be swift yet invisible, make it unable for them to know your move.”

“Be unpredictable, like the   ever shifting sands of on the beach. Know yourself, be ready for any thing…I must be! Be unpredictable, be illogical, be irrational…do not be yourself…do not be myself. Chang, change every thing! Don’t stop…I can’t stop…never give up…never surrender…do not compromise. I can’t compromise! I mustn’t. I need to make this, I need to do this….I will.”

“Await the appointed time. DO not rush take your time, harness your will, harness your skill. Be ready for any thing. And any one. Show no mercy be relentless, merciless, emotionless. Change…change every thing. Chang your personality, your fighting style….change your appearance! I must change everything! Follow your gut, be ready….be prepared. Control….I must control it! Harness it! Like a dog on a chain! I need control! Fight for purpose. Don’t give up. Give it all you got. Give it every thing else. Nothing else mattes, only winning. I must be strong!   I must stand strong….let defeat linger feel it, understand it. Understand every thing.”

“Be ready for death. Except it, do not forget it. Embrace death! Embrace defeat….hold it close to you always. Accept it! Defeat is not the end it is the beginning. Defeat makes you stronger makes you better than before. It’ll change you it’ll change me! Be ready don’t forget! Don’t forget who you are, where you come from. I can’t! I must remember you must remember who you are! Who am I! I am Talon! I can’t forget I mustn’t forget! Help me…..Help me remember! Please! I can’t do this with out you! Help me! I need you…I’ve always need you…..more than ever. But you where never there…you left me! Now please come back!”

“I need to be stronger. I’m not strong enough I’ll never be. I need to find you I have to find you! They can’t know! Control! I must control it! Don’t give in I can’t! You must not give in. Please help me, I’m not strong enough. I need to control it…it’s taking me over…help me! I need your help…I can’t…can’t control it…help me…help me..please…..I can’t do this….I can’t do this with out you. It’s going to take control…I can’t let that happen….no! I won’t let it happen….Mother! Help me!.....

“For as the wind blows I shall not fall. Even though my enemies attempt to crush me I will not brake! They can’t make me. I will strand strong on the hopes of seeing you! No I will see you! I won’t give up. And though they wish to kill me! I won’t die! I’ll be a throne in their sides! They will pay for what they did! Every one will! I won’t let them do this…not to you….not to me!.... I will fight it! I’ll fight it for you! They will come…like darkness that over comes a valley they shall come…they shall all come! I won’t give in! I will kill the….kill them all. Rip their flesh from their body. Rip their arms off. They will die! I WILL KIELL THEM I shall drive my sword…the sword into their body’s. They will cry for ,mercy! They will scream for it but I won’t give into it! Show now mercy I won’t show any! I’m Talon I’m a monster!”

“Fight it!...I can’t fight it! It’s hopeless accept it I must accept my fate I am a monster!..no! I won’t! Help me I need your help! I want to be it, I want to give in so much. I can’t stay like this much longer…..it’s taking control….it’s going to take over me! But I’ll fight it. I won’t give in I won’t let it hurt them! I’ll stay alive! I won’t give in! Father…I’ll fight it. I’ll be who you want me to be.. Give me a chance and I’ll do it. For nothing shall stand in my way. Blood shall over come me. Blood lust shall over take me. Darkness shall fill my soul. Hatred will fill my heart., Anger will over come me and I shall be a…..monster….”

“I’m not strong enough! Mother where are you! Why aren’t you here! Why can’t you help me! I can’t give up. They’re counting on me. They need me to win. I must win I can’t loose. Not now…not this…Control…what did he say?....control…..I must control it! For him for them….for my father I can’t loose this battle. I won’t! He needs me to. I must make his proud I have to!....I shall stand tall in the face of my enemies. I will not fall prey t their taunting. They will not harm me. They will not touch me. I shall kill them. They shall die in dishonor! I will honor him! I won’t let them down but…but I’m not strong enough1 I need more power…I need more help! I can’t o this on my own. I need your help…please guide me…teach me in the way that you where taught …I’m going to make him proud but I’m not strong enough how can I win when I’m not strong enough!”

“I’m not strong enough!” Talon screamed as she jerked forward from her bed as she ruffled her covers. Her emerald eyes flashed all around her as a cold sweat poured down her face and drenched her bed. Her black locks laid on the side of her face as she sat herself back, pulling the covers over her. As her back seated against the back of the bed. And like a scared little girl she sat there her bedding covering her. She was so scared. So vulnerable so….so weak! She slowly calmed herself down as she took another look at her dark room, The dim lighting of the moon light crawled through her windows and soon engulf her resting place.

Her eyes flickered feral yellow as the moon light hit her eyes. But soon it disappeared behind a drifting clouds above and darkness remerged itself. She felt scared. Something she had never felt before. She was immobilized. Staring, frightened out her window. But her gaze was not aimless. There was a purpose. She knew what needed to be done. There was a larger battle facing her and she needed to be ready. She was going to show them what she was….most of the time she barely was a live. Yes blood numbed through her veins yet she never truly was alive. Now she was…she was so close to awakening. So close, and it was dangerous.

Slowly she pushed aside her linins and her full body was revealed in the moon light. She so seldom slept in her bed that when she did it was always nude. As she placed her bare feet on the wooden floor she slowly walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of clothes. But these where not just any clothes they where special. They where significant. It was her uniform. Before Wolf Pack, before Hyperion, before Secret Wars. She needed to remember who she was and she was: Weapon X-23 of the Facility. Number 372, agent X. That was who she was…and she needed to remember.

Placing on her Facility uniform she walked over to her cupboard and picked up her cell phone quickly dialing a number she had not for several years. It rang a few moments before there was an answered. “Agent Conduct, address yourself” the voice was cold, and much harder that before but the voice spoke to Conduct was harder. “Weapon X-23, of section 001 number 372, I require your assistance!” She could hear the agent on the other side gasp in shock as there where a few second of silence. “X…X-23?...Why…how, what is the reason for this drastic action I though…” “I am presently located in Scotland. Your devices should be able to locate me with that information.” “Answer my question X! Now!” The voice on the other end was angered. Laura knew this but that did not change her.

“I require you to bring me in. I bestow you the honor. Find me with in 5 hours do you understand. And if you do not….them I’ll have to go else where..” With that she hanged up and placed her phone back on top of the surface. With that she quietly opened her door and exited her room. Her sword was in hand and her daggers in her belt that wrapped itself around her waste. The truth was, she wasn’t strong enough. She could never be! If she had any hopes in completing her mission she’d have to do the unexpected and by that she meant turning herself in….but to whom? There where many people who wanted her but there was only one she desired to find her…who she knew she could count on into making her a monster once more and that….that was the Facility.

Like a ghost she drifted in the halls of the manor. Her dark locks laying over her sword. She was able to located a harness for her word that would be able to hold her sword on her back. The moon light hat entered through the transparent windows glimmered off her sword and reflected on the walls. Her fist where tightly closed. And her eyes where set ahead of her at the large double door exit that she would soon be going through. There where still doubts in her mind as to what she was going to do. If this was the right thing to do. But she had passed right a long time ago. Now things needed to happen, She’d waited a long time and now, now she would find out who she was.

 As she pushed aside the two doors the icy wind filled the halls as she quickly exited her home and locked the doors. She did her best to make it appear as if she was never here. Doing her best to keep her scent hidden. What she needed to do. She needed to do alone. She was not strong enough. She never could be. She needed to change. At her current situation a confrontation with her opponent would prove fatal. Even though he was banned from using some of his powers it did not make it any less harder. Constantine, was a hard adversary she stood no chance against him. And she knew that very well.

As she disappeared into the forest she thought a moment about what she was going to do, and if her father would approve, and he probably would not. Walking into the belly of the beast he’d object to it. He’d object and say what she doing is a drastic attempt to become stronger. He’d say that she does not need to so this. He’d say that he’d always be there to help her if she needed him.  But he had helped her so much more than she ever knew possible. It was time for her to do something with out his permission. She had no Idea what effect it would have on her…but she had to try….she need to be stronger!

As she approached a clearing in the Scottish woods she waited there as the time passed slowly. She had all the tie in the world to reconsider her choice. But she would not. When she made a decision she stayed to it and did not change. Nothing would change….only her attitude. Soon the sound of a pair of foot steps filled the silence as they came nearer. Her eyes shifted to her figure that had just came into view. The moon light hit her as she could see her face clearly. “Well X-23, its been a long time” the young woman said with a simple smirk. Talon smiled and chuckled slightly. “Yes…yes it has old friend”

Two weeks Later, (One week till the Championship)

Slowly She approached the Wolf Pack manor. Exhausted and probably even more tired than she ever thought possible. She appeared not do different than when she had left. Though her hair had grown out a little more, along with her eyes which where in their feral form. Her hands where clenched and covered by the black gloes that encompassed themShe had not noticed that though. She was to tired to even think of any thing else. But at least she did it. Whether it would work or come to any use she would have to wait for the battle and see. Brushing aside her long black locks of hair from the sides of her face she inhaled the forest air. She had missed the trees, the manor even the annoying Akwa.

At this point she realized what a blessing she had been given. Sure she didn’t get along with every one perfectly yet, they tolerated her and she the same. But to think that she could have still been a HYDRA agent working for the Facility, going on assassination mission. To think she could have never escaped HYDRA. Doing what she did reminded her of what she had. And she was not willing to loose it she never could be! This was hr home. She was the daughter of a king!

Not bothering to climb though her window she pushed both of the doors aside with great force that they banged against the walls. Slowly she processed to walk to her chambers where she’d get herself cleaned up and most likely rest a while. Approaching her door she pushed it open was glad to see that no one had been in here recently. Slinging her bag on the floor she removed her attire and walked into the bath room.   She could have showered but she always did that. She had a bath in her room, why not use it? Because “It would be an inefficient wait of time” .

Her better scenes replied to her. She sighed and retreated by taking a shower instead. The day that she would be able to get rid of her weapon side manor would be that day that she’d be free. But till that day she’d do every thing in her power to be as decent and tame as possible. After five minuets she turned off the water and stood there a moment as the heat from the water discontinue. And though the cold breeze blew in threw her window she just sat there against the tiled walls thinking to herself. “Can I really do this, what if I fail? Will he still keep me afterwards…What will I tell him if I fail?”

Finally she suppressed these questions and soon dressed herself in something night worthy yet also able to walk in public with, with out any one thinking twice. But soon the scent of her father came into play as she heard his foot steps. She knew he was coming to her location she could smell it off him. Quickly she leaped onto her bed and sat herself down ad decent as possible. She sat there a   moment her heart racing. It was only then that she noticed that her eyes where still in their feral form. And just in time. As he knocked on the door her eyes faded jade as gave him permission to enter.

Why was he here? Was there something wrong with her previous performance? Was he less than happy about her. Did he know about where she went. But all those thoughts faded when she saw a smile form on his face. She sighed in relie f as he sat himself down across from her. Truthfully she felt awkward remained silent as she stared at him. "Well," he said with a slight   chuckle.  "These past few weeks have certainly been interesting to say the least....." She nodded in a agreement to what he said.

"You've come such a long way, Laura.... Why, it seems like only yesterday that I took you in.  My my, you were wild back then... just as wild as you are right now.... just as I was when I was your age....."  She could not stop herself from revealing a small smile at his remark. Yes she was wild back then, seeing every thing to be pointless and her life to be meaningless wild didn’t cut it. But she’d changed only now she was wild in a whole completely different way. But as she looked in to her fathers eyes she could see that wildness with in him. And previously she had seen it.

"Tomorrow I will be leaving for Athens." He said continuing the train of thought  ".....and I want you to come with me, Laura.  For an event such as this, it is important for you to be at my side." Thought she kept her calm appearance she was devastated inside. didn’t he not trust her, did he think he needed to keep an eye on her. Did he think her un-loyal. But then he smiled again and she had to hide her annoyance for how he always left her jumping to conclusions.  "Do not misunderstand, I do not want to check up on you or anything.....  It's just that... it would make me proud as your father to have you by my side.... if you would." 

She felt like letting out a scream of joy and quickly accepting is proposal, yet she remained calm. "If you decide to accompany me, we will be leaving tomorrow morning.  I will let you know when we are ready to depart." Just then before he got up he stared into her eyes. She didn’t move didn’t flinch as he uttered those few small words "Goodnight, Laura......"

With that he left Laura inn her room an in silence. She was over joy that her father did not feel embraced by entering her chambers. Actually she’d always wanted him to do something like that. Now if only she was able to retaliate her feelings toward him….maybe then would she be able to fully see herself as his daughter. But it was getting late. And she knew The Greystoke Ledged waited for no man….or daughter any way. She looked at her hands a moment then sighed as she left her gloves on.  So slowly and silently she crept under the covers and slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Laura was frantic, she was excited to a point that she was slightly showing it in her eyes. Se was eager to right and ready to win if even at all possible. She got herself up and quickly dressed herself ad awaited William Greystoke to call for her. It was obvious that he wanted to get there as quickly as possible yet in style. Though se was a little bit uncomfortable with the several Lycan body guards that accompanied the two of them, she had forced herself not to mind. At the air port to Athens they rode on a privet jet to their location. It was very nice, though Talon had traveled a lot she never took fist class.

As she was seated next to her father she cautiously looked over to him. She had been rehearsing what to say to him all night now was time to say it “Sir Greystoke. I am honored for this opportunity to accompany you to Athens in this kind of manor. And I an truly grateful to e going with you.” There all said and done…but now it was time for Laura to speak “And I want to thank you for every thing you’ve done for me. Even though it may appear as if I don’t care or don’t noticed I noticed every thing you do. Down to the smallest gestures of kindness. And I am sorry that I can never repay you fro what you’ve don’t…and” she paused holding back the tears in her eyes “I’m sorry that I can’t express my gratitude and my feelings the way I want to”.

With that sniffed and wiped her tears quickly looking away from her father. But as she looked back at him she did not see disappointment in his eyes and to her that was good. As the flight progressed the exhaustion of those two weeks got to her as she caught herself drifting off to sleep several times. She didn’t know how, or when it happened. But as she fell asleep she awoke to find herself leaning on her fathers right arm as she held it tightly. In shock she quickly pulled away and almost fell backward off her seat  wide eyes and stared at him a moment then attempted to calm herself due to this uncalculated action of emotion.

The flight soon landed after that as the two set foot in Athens. Every thing was smooth from there, they where accompanied by the guards to a Hotel set up by the United Nations. And like the flight it was firs class. Never the less as her father was about to enter his room she motioned for him to wait and entered first. Sure this as what the Lycans did, secured the room. But f there was one thing she knew she was good at this. Detecting any thing from listening devoices to bombs. But gladly she could find non and quickly gave her father green to enter. With that she slowly approached her room but stopped at the door. Looking around she saw no on around and quickly headed to the roof of the hotel.

Emerging she was stuck by the day light that hit her strait on. Sitting herself down on the roof she stared out yonder and thought about her father, about her actions and about her future.    

After having gotten dressed in perhaps the only clothes he considered to be casual while going out and about as Shadowstep was his Shihakushō or "Garment of Dead Souls"; which was comprised of a white shitagi, a black kosode, a black hakama, a white hakama-himo, white tabi and waraji. As usual though he had kept his glasses off, swept his hair back and allowed a bang to hang in front of his face. As he entered The Command Room, he could see The Hunter standing before the other members of The Pack who had arrived before he had. 
 
The Hunter was dressed in a dark gray tank top, a pair of black combat pants, and primitive-looking brown cross-country boots. The look on his face from what Cifer could tell was one of pure excitement, it was all too obvious that The Hunter was chomping at the bit to begin his own vigorous training regiment. That is probably why he went through the briefing so fast. "Alright mates," The Hunter said while handing him a copy of the regulations for The CV Heavyweight World Championship. "We've got one month to get ready for this competition. Therefore, we will rise early each morning and begin training. While we're in this tournament, we're not just representing ourselves...we're representing the Pack."
 
"Now, each of you need to train for different things." he continued. "Each member needs to perfect their combat style to the best of their ability. For those competing for the CV World Heavyweight Championship, I recommend focusing on four areas: Your physical condition, your abilities, your combative skills, and finally an expansion of your knowledge - study what you don't know and be ready for anything."
 
As The Hunter went on about The CV Ultimate Fighting Championship, Cifer turned around to see some sort of Superman-wannabe with long, flowing golden hair and bright blue eyes waltzing into The Command Room like he owned the damn place. Cifer raised his left eyebrow at the man and folded his arms across his chest as the interloper disrupted the briefing and boasted about how everyone who would stand before him would fall before him and then, after having the audacity to wish everyone good luck anyways, he was gone.
 
Cifer wasn't impressed by the man at all; he possessed an arrogant, holier-than-thou attitude, was completely lacking in proper manners and had no respect for other people's privacy whatsoever. At least...that is how Cifer perceived him as, in fact it was the only way he could perceive the man as being. Shortly following the disruption, the briefing had officially ended and everyone split up to go down their own separate paths. Cifer made his way down to the armory as fast as possible and began examining every single Katana they had in stock.
 
After half-an-hour of examination Cifer had come across a rather interesting Katana with an emerald-green handle, a hexagon-shaped crossguard and a black sheathe. The two sides of the blade were long, whereas the four sides above were shortened, making it into almost a diamond or prism-like shape. It was perfect...for him at least. After tying it to his hakama-himo sash, Cifer made his way to one of the training simulators, the moment he stepped into it, the simulator activated and a computer screen detailing all of the different scenarios Cifer could go through presented themselves in the form of a list.
 
After a bit of scrolling and searching, Cifer finally found a program that he believed would suit his needs perfectly. A simple one-on-one fight with anyone of his choice. After typing in the parameters and creating a suitable setting for the fight, Cifer waited patiently as the computer uploaded a holographic hardlight simulated version of his Inner Hollow, Lorkhan Azrael Kazami.
 
"Computer...it's time for me to face my own demons. Activate the simulation and take all of the safety measures off. I want this fight to be as genuinely lethal as it can possibly get."
 
"Request acknowledged and approved. All safety measures have been deactivated. Activating fighter simulation...now." The Computer responded just as the simulated form of Lorkhan sprang to life and immediately unsheathed its own weapon: a daitō with a black blade, a crossguard with four prongs bent out to form the shape of the manji and a black hilt with a short length of chain with a broken link dangling at the base of the hilt.
 
"Don't hold back. Come at me with everything you have got." Cifer said to the Lorkhan simulation in a rather demanding tone of voice.
 
"I never hold back. You of all people should know this by now." Lorkhan responded as he lunged forth with his sword poised to strike Cifer directly in the heart. "I am going to kill you Cifer and once I have taken what is rightfully mine...which is of course the body that we are forced by circumstances beyond our control to share...I am going to kill all of who are linked to you whether they it be via loose affiliation or by the decree of fate!"
 
Cifer lunged forth at nearly the same time as Lorkhan had and by the time he was finished with his little speech, their blades clashed against one another and sent sparks flying off in all directions. The CV Heavyweight World Championship was only a few weeks away...Cifer would need to train hard if he was going to be ready for what was to come in the days ahead.

Breaker's tower:

Athens:

Wandering the infinites of space, the beauty of seeing nebula clouds, planets, moons, and even stars came to ease the mind of Simon Williams. His mind was a bizarre place to be the Dweller in the Dark lurk there. Thoughts and Images of the past plagued him constantly. As a wise fellow once said, "I often like to dream of tomorrow's future, then yesterday's past. But also another quote was thought up in the process also. "The Past is history, Tomorrow is a mystery, but Today is a Present." Indeed it was, a goal was to be acquired. More like a boyhood dream at that. The ever so cocky Wonder Man wanted to reach out to his father for advice but his arms just wasn't the length to reach the dead. Letting of a large sigh of depression moments before trying to return to Earth. A voice hit him, echoing through space but there was no one even light years away in Simon's vision. "Look to the stars my Son, You will find me." Glazing in the countless stars of space, Chrysander found his father, a mere spirit at that. "Father, I need you Dad. I'm confused. I would like to think I've the confidents or concentration to go through this tournament but I don't. For once I'll like to take a break and achieve my own agendas but my Hands are full with being a hero. I want to be able to sit and have a dinner with my Wife but I'm too study being a Hero. What is The Golden Guardian to do?" Craving his Father's advice. The face in the stars disappeared and Eon appeared beside his Son in an astral form. Hugging his only Son, Eon responded to his Son in a calm, fatherly manner. "Chrysander, Last son of Pluxia. You have use your Abilities for the Greater good of man. There will come a state of Confusing and Self-Questioning even Gods come to such states but only you can answer it. As a proud father, Chrysander, I'll say achieve your Dreams as a God but take your Responsibilities as a " Disappearing before Wonder Man's eyes returning back to his heavenly plains. Simon came to build confident through his Father's words. 

Closing his eyes, letting his alien body soak up each solar ray of energy released by Earth's Star. He slowly opened his eyes and set coarse for Earth. The conference continued on, the press would be there with their pads, cameras, and spotlight that burn holes in the stage, past the Indian grave. Heroes and even Villains who were pardoned for their previous acts of injustice or as they would say crimes. A contestant was already up on the stage, there first to actually sign up manually instead of allowing technology to do it for him. 

A representative introduced him in front of crowds on a microphone. "Ladies and Gentleman we have our first contender. What is your name son?"  
 
"Slight...My name is Slight" 
 
"And Slight, what is your real name so that our viewers at around the world can see the face and know the name of our brave champion" 
 
"Oh...My real name is Avery Spottswood, and who are you" 
 
"I'm Irving Kelly...a correspondent for the United Nations. So Avery...Slight, what is you unique ability that makes you think you have what it takes to enter this competition?" 
 
"Well, I'm a hydrokinetic, and telekinetic, and cryokinetic, I can fly and heal... Cutting him off, he asked

"Layman’s...please.. In a humorous manner. 
 
"Okay well, I can control water, create ice from it and form from barriers and shields and things with my mind." 
 

"Well, Slight, you certainly are brave, and we wish you the best of luck...For the viewers at home could you give us a little demonstration of what you can do?" Leaning over, out of camera view he whispered..."We need all the press coverage we can get.  

Simon landed on the stage and all eyes landed upon him, some even connecting looking into his golden aura filled pupils as if they looked up at the sun before looking away from its direction. The crowds of civilians and media raged with applause, cheers, and questions. The representative applauded dramatically before yelling on the microphone, " Ladies and Gentlemen, that's now the greatest entrance in history." Simon could hear rather loud applause from countries away that reminded him of a full conservation with the Inhuman, Black Bolt. " I reckon you must be here to sign up, What's your name, Champ?" Looking at the man whose humor and motivational words came to amuse him. Walking up to him, and answered in the microphone. "My Name is Simon Williams, and I am " The crowd whistled and cheered on the Hero and the Water manipulating Slight, who shared the stage with him. "So Simon, may I call you that?" Si nodded, "What are your abilities?" Wondy smiled at him and the crowd, "Would you think a demonstration?" Yells of yes hit Simon at once. "Well make sure You watch the Tournament. I have Superhuman Strength-" the Representative cut him off. "The strength to move planets on a chain, or more powerful than a collapsing star." Simon laughed at his comedian way which came to the Crowds liking. "I have superhuman Durability, stamina, speed, flight, senses, psionic abilities and Energy Manipulation." Again the man cut him off, "Which are all godlike. Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls of all age lets hear it for Our Golden Wonder of the World." Fans cheered and cheered, chants of Simon could be heard. Simon walked over to Slight, shaking the man's hand and saying in his ear, "Good Luck Slight, I look forward to facing you and winning the World Heavyweight Championship." After saying what He had to, Williams levitated over the crowd at a snail like pace. He waved at them and also new cameras. Women throw their bra and undergarments at him; he smiled and blushed before shrugging his shoulders. A man threw his underwear at Simon, and screamed out "I love you, Simon." Simon held it up in disgust and humor before releasing it into the crowd and taking off like a rocket. He headed north and the people of kept their eyes on his Golden trail. He stood on the tip top of the and released a golden ray off like the Sun. The ray was a part of his photokinesis, its beautiful ray of light energy could calm the mind of the wildest beast, The Hulk as an example. Even flowers and other plant life lived longer because of its elegant effects. "This is for you, dad. I'll make You and mom proud." He whispered knowing his parents can hear him regardless.

Blackgate Airport, 7:30 am.

 The gloomy haze of a rainy sunday morning was the setting as James strolled out of his limo and up the stairs into the Blackgate airport. The lighting of the airport was peculiarly bright compared to outside and because James lack of sleep had left him a bit disoriented he shuddered upon entering nearly colliding with a lady and her infant. Shaking his head as he strode past them James sat down in the seating area besides his flight ramp. Closing his eyes his mind drifted away from the here now and he began to once again wonder whom else would be participating in the tournament. And who his opponent would possibly be. With so many heroes in this world he couldn't begin to guess which ones would participate nor who'd he be matched with. With no time to plan for a 100+ foes he simply fell into a deep sleep taking a wait and see attitude for the time being. 
 
"Dream raiding again I see?" A deep voice penetrated the dark silence as a female figure dressed in clear robes made her way onto the scene. An ominous glow huddled around her. "Can't a girl get curious?"The woman said, her velvet red lips shaping into a flirtatious smirk. "Hmph, curiosity killed the cat," She bit her lip tightly and moved closer to the man who spoke shedding light on the darkness that concealed him. Dressed in his tailored suit and Calvin Klein leather she wrapped her left arm around his waist whilst gently guiding her finger across his bottom lips. She then proceeded to place her lips upon his stopping just before they made contact and whispering "Satisfaction brought it back, now wake up my love, Flight 184 to Athens, Greece now boarding.." 
 
"Flight 184 to Athens, Greece now boarding!" Bellowed the flight attendant as people scuttled down the ramp. James awoke startled, shrugging off the sensations left from his dream. Grasping his luggage he traveled down the ramp and boarded the bowen 757 commercial airplane. The flight attendant attempted to relieve him of his luggage but found heavy resistance and after a small struggle James succumbed to their will handing them the largest suitcase as he made his way to his seat. Settling into the cozy seat James began to buckle himself in as the captain began his narrative of flight instruction and what not. A few moments later the plane took off into the horizon.

Athens, Greece 4:55 pm.

 The plane pulled into the airport with breathtaking speed as the engines intensity decreased. As the passengers exited James relinquished his blackberry and began dialing. As it rang he hefted his suitcase from the conveyor belt and made his way to the outside of the airport where another limo awaited his arrival. “Hello?” A soft voice slightly high pitched answered. James stepped inside the limo settling himself before responding. “I'm here Melanie, is everything ready?” She giggled light heartedly, “Why of course my love. When will you be arriving?” James smiled, “Shortly, we seem to be coming upon the bridge now.” The limo swerved to the left as it drove up the street headed for a large triangular blue bridge which lead to dirt road that lay along a mountainous trail. On the upper levels of the mountain were beautiful houses, penthouses and a mansion that lie at the mountain's peak. “Then I shall await your company.”

As the black stretch limo traveled along the rocky terrain James couldn't help but notice the abundance of wildlife that had been preserved in this exclusive area. The land around the houses had been untouched. This would prove for a great training area and his appreciation for his choice had swelled. As the black limo pulled into the driveway of the gated mansion red haired beauty dressed in clothing similar to the woman from James dream jogged up to the car with an eager smile across her face. As James exited the vehicle she leaped onto him and grasped the hero in a tight hug. His body felt warm as he grabbed her tightly, lifting the girl off her feet and admonishing her with kisses. The two slowly pulled away, gazing upon one another for a lengthy moment before James took his bags from the driver and followed her up a narrow passage to the front entrance of the mansion. The two were quiet as they traveled up the pavement hand in hand. Once inside the two instantly teleported to a private room deep within the mansion. As the woman pulled away from him she sat down upon the bed and crossed her legs twirling her locks and smiling at him. “Where is it?” He said, his eyes searching the room vigorously. 

  “Now now, not so fast. This is very powerful and corrupted magic. I need you to understand the risks before you go through with this. Now this concoction, will morph you into a new person. An alternate identity if you will. Your looks shall not change but your mannerisms shall. And for an alternate identity thats all you need. Your personality will change and your memory will be altered. I cant tell you exactly what how it will come out but you will remember everything you need to remember. Lastly, to be returned to your former self you need to return to me and I'll recite the incantation. Now the potion is behind you, I've lifted the veils so now it shall be visible to you. The choice is yours my love.” James whisked around staring at the bluish substance in the small vial. Grasping it gently he screwed off the cap and began to drink the liquid. Its taste was similar to that of blueberries and pomegranates. As the last drop slithered down his throat he began to feel the transformation begin. His mind, once plagued with thoughts was now emptied, his hair began to grow a bit and release itself a bit. His eyes grew more intense and he could feel his power returning to him. And then there was only darkness...

Hoboken, New Jersey -  
 
The symphony of beauty sways alongside the dance of trees.  Voices linger as cell-phones ring, and each recepient either laughs or just yells.  Cars drive by beeping or screaming at the person ahead, who seems to be causing traffic.  With the news of a tournament now floating the currents of media, super-humans both male and female finally decide to sign-up.  Redemption and self-worth seem to be reasons why most will join.  Whether villian, netural, or hero there seems to be no boundary.  Licking her lips with utter enjoyment, Clara Mass bites on her thumb for the feeling of pleasure circulaters throughout her body and soul.  Wondrous thoughts of how to get to this new destination was simple, one desire would be ultimately given. 
 
However this deceptive warrior did not like for her gifts to be offered with the slightest of ease.  In the fallout of Requiem, the Funez family had finally crumbled.  Closure was no masquerading as a villain, how pathetic.  On the bright side, Funez Tower was shut down and there would be no more publicity following the motives of the children born as heirs.  With similar facial features and traits as the now dead Katanna, the often call sociopath known as Clara Mass scans the perimeter.  An often action she did every time an event rocked the fragile world she lived in.  If this tournament were to challenge her skills in combat, but not power.  Well training would have to begin soon and not later.   Whomever her opponent may be, that he or she will righteously be crushed by the heel of Claratina's foot.

The noise of traffic subdues, and the alarm of laughter with the occasionaly pick up line takes its place.  From up above, the red hot sun slowly makes its way to sunset.  Shadows arise where light once shone, and the creeps of the night arrive where local innocence once walked.  Booze, drugs, and sexy women are intentionally on their conscious.  Except, today would simply not be their day for a flirtatious assassin was ready to test her strength. 
 
Simply by using her gorgeous clevage and beautiful green eyes, set the trap on her victims.  "What's up sweet thang?"  Wow, that is the pick-up line he dares use on me.  Whatever this piece of shit has in his sleeve will no longer matter.  With a single tap on the wrist, an armor of metallic components grows on her body.  The slithering motions sends shock of fear into the heart of a sleeze bag wanting some ass.  Her glossy lips and blondish hair were no longer an attraction, but the sign of death.  Just by headbutting the would-be rapist, Claratina Funez sent her nephews signature adamantium dagger, into the neck of the unworthy being.   
 
Her posture elegant, strength unrivaled, and death toll - 997.  Killing those who made the world a horrible place to live in, was a job she intended to do.  No regret only happiness, so as long as children could wake up and not worry about being caputred by a stranger, meant her job was splendid.  As soon as the man dropped dead, more of his friend came from an odd building.  There naurcatics were held as well as missing pedestrians that had debt.  Eyes alinged with the incoming creeps, the emitation of red light as dark as blood, gave her opponents a message.   
 
"You want some boys?"

 The gun totting mercenary, lunged herself into the air.  This aerial maneuver allowed the devious assailant to see her next kills.  Bullets released, shattered the knees of woman man and the shoulder blade of another.  Falling fashionably on her right hand, in the hand-stand manner.  Jersey's redheaded cleanser got back on her feet.  Sliding her hand into her left pocket, a small dagger emerged.  Pressing a ruby button cemented on the irresistable weapon of death, the dagger grew to the length of a samuri sword.  Crawling with his last ounces of breath, one thug sadly attempted to get away.  Laughing out loud due to the pure stupidity of the man, Clara Mass discovered the right way to end his life.

Clenching the handle of the sword tightly and aggresively, a slash of ultimate power beheaded the criminal.  Blood drenched on the sword made the antique more delightful.  
 
"My baby is red, but I liked it better when it was silver."  By licking the blood of her toy, the sword once again returned toward its natural formation.  As she grimaced at the sight of her artwork, Clara Mass wanted more than the death of unholy, but a worthy challenge.  "The coming tournament will suit me well."

Downgrading to her harmonized self, Clara Mass walked away from the scene, acting like your average civilian.  A photo is taken of her, and saved into the Sony Camera of a reporter.    

"I finally caught you."

Strife had gotten up taken his gear with him he had covered up any visible parts with artificial skin he had created at his home. He was headed toward the small airport full of private airplanes. He had reached there on time with thoughts of how the tournament would roll for him and who he could end up possibly fighting. He turned his arm into a pair of fresh brand new wire cutters cutting a hole through the chain fence. He had broken into the small air base and was there for transportation. An officer had seen him from about 200 yards away sneak in he raised his hand for his radio to call for backup.

Strife just looked at him and laughed raised his hand as it morphed into a Silenced pistol and shot through the radio with precise and perfect targeting thanks to his computers targeting system.

He walked toward a running private jet and noticed it start to speed up he didn’t want to expend any power so he ran at a minimal 50Mph speed and caught up to the door opened it up looked into the pilot’s eyes he could see the fear in them, he morphed his hand into a sword and stabbed him in the chest and through him out quickly. He took his hands on control of the wheel of the jet flying at max speed toward to get his way into this tournament of champions. One he felt he would prevail for sure in. He waited for time to pass and had run through his head..his name would be great, one that will be remembered for being the victor of it, or at least he hoped would happen if his precision and finally tuned combat skills would come into play against whoever his opponent would be. His computer had given him the number to Minister of Greece, he had transponded the number to a built in communicator in his computer, he had gotten ahold of him, the secretary had replied “hello? Who is this?” Strife said, “This is Strife, I want in on the tournament, let your minister know im in it.” Strife had spoken firmly and the secretary acknowledged it and let him know he had made it into the contest of champions.

Thermopylae,Greece

He had arrived to landing on their airstrip getting outside of the plane and grabbing his gear he had arrived to country where champions have come and gone for as long as history had been recorded. He had a ringing call it was the advisor of the tournament and he had some words to share with him, “you need to make it to the Thermopylae Peninsula, you’re opponent will be Hawk of the ICE Dragons he’s heavily favored to win you know?” said the advisor of the tournament. Strife had headed to the peninsula thinking, ..isn’t that where the 300 spartans fought against the Persian army and made a name for themselves? One where the underdog had almost taken the win from the favorite to win? Strife would be fighting on a piece of history; he could even feel how epic he knew this would be. Strife had arrived on the peninsula, nobody was there, or so he thought Strife had taken off all of his unnecessary equipment to be as agile as possible, he looked into the sky and saw something that resembled an angel glide in the air, he said “my name is hawk, and I’m guessing you’re Strife, let us get started.”

On a Plane to Greece

Athens, Greece 

lying high in the sky is the personal jet of   Vanoress Cellanmorisha better known to the humans of the surface world as Partisa. Her personal assistant addresses her on the issues she has present ."Alright maim we’ve already told the press conference that we’ll be coming they’ve asked that we give them 15 minutes of interview time which I think is a good idea since we’re going to be addressing a massive number of people. Members from the Church are also on their way too the stadium as well.  

 They have begun to even write a tomb and intend to add this as part of the chapter in the book. I’ve set up a number of charities and the longer you stay in the fight the more money people are going to donate. I think it was something along the lines of saving starving children something like that but I lost track in all the paper work. A lot of people love you, you know."

The Atlantean queen gets out of her bed. She leaves behind a man and a women both naked. The women seem to be in her mid to late thirties and the boy is barely out of his teens. This is truly a sign of the selfishness and strange behavior, but such things should be expected of something other than human.

"As they should I am an amazing women and beyond anything that sadly you humans can produce. It’s a shame really but I plan to do the best I can to improve your race of its weakness and bring you closer to the level of the aquatic sapiens. Although I will say you humans have a number of qualities I most enjoy and hope you continue to keep no matter in what ways you evolve." She smacks her assistant on the rear causing the young woman to blush. Obviously a sign that she is one of her many lovers.

The pilot then speaks to those riding in the massive vehicle. "Umm maim we directly above the stadium I’m going too land on the designated run way any moment now." " That won’t be necessary" "OH MY GOD WHAT THE HE11 DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING" Uttered out of the scare pilot as the queen uses her strength to open the planes door. "Giving the people on the ground a show."

The Atlantean woman jumps out of the personal jet plane and using her ancient powers begins to fly high above the air closing the door to the plane so the few others onboard don’t die from a crash. She increases her speed going faster and faster till it seems like she is in a bomb dive. Amazing swift she break her decent and begins to glide only a feet from the surface passing by the crowd as they wave and cheer her on.

She often times thinks of the humans as pets in some ways do to the fact that she is alien to them in so many ways and has powers and abilities only a few of them have gained. But despite her ego she also feels a burden to take care of these creatures as she feels her powers give her the best possible chance to do so.

She begins to stop flying hovering above the crowd. She gently and slowly lands and is cheered on even further by the humans she has seen on the grown. She takes the times to sign pictures of herself and a few of the holy writings the humans have dedicated to her since she began to save their lives. Her grand entrance is only a cover, a smokescreen blocking her fans and followers from seeing the bloodlust that drips from her shark like teeth. She hungers for combat to solve her life long boredom which can only be quenched when she wins in any way possible. This is her life's goal and this is her next step.

CV Ultimate Fighting Championship - Athens, Greece (Opening Night - Honor Guard vs. The Hunter)

"Hailing from Great Britain.... weighing in at 240 lbs..... he is the Lupine Lord..... the great Lycan Knight...... the immortal King of the Lycan Underworld...... the... HUNTER!!!"