Accomplice

[Brother Zachariah]

Joint RP w/ The Doombringer

FADE IN: INT. U.S. BANK ARENA - CINCINNATI, OHIO - NIGHT

Nylon trunks and wrist bands drawn up to his biceps, were among the garb that made up Brother Zachariah's in-ring attire. He was seen departing from the rather inquisitive Adrianne Taylor, dabbing the mobile sweat from his left brow, when his glare would collide in a head-on collision with an aged man of admirable build, silver locks, and pale blue eyes. His tensing features, informed the audience that the seasoned man, was someone Zachariah knew of. But who was he?

LLORE WILDES
Hello, son. In the little time that I've been back here, I've been hearing good things about you. Things that would make me proud to be your Father. But here is where you disgrace me...in addition to all of these 'grand' things I'm hearing about you, I have discovered that there is a Tag Team Tournament in place. Why didn't you tell me you needed a partner?

The smile which curved Llore's pencil thin goatee, was quickly eradicated by the lack of contact on behalf of his first born.

BROTHER ZACHARIAH
You mean in all of the five seconds that I'd known? And besides, why would I tell you, you would have just forced me to enlist Xeno.

LLORE WILDES
And what's wrong with that, he's your blood isn't he?

Scoffing in response, Zachariah replies...

BROTHER ZACHARIAH
Don't remind me.

LLORE WILDES
Hey! I'll have none of that. As long as it is my blood that courses through your veins, you will mind your younger brother. Do not further disgrace me and yourself by slandering his name in my presence. Xeno has paid his dues -- just as you have -- he doesn't deserve to be disrespected as a bottom tier athlete by his older brother. But I'll humor you for a second, give me one good reason why he shouldn't be your partner? After all, he's got the look, the talent, and the qualifications, why can't he be apart of the Tag Tournament?

BROTHER ZACHARIAH
I just prefer to do this my own way is all.

LLORE WILDES
Uh-huh. Your decision wouldn't be brought on by the fact that the winning team will ultimately become rivals, would it?

A long sigh exhausts from the flaring nostrils of Zachariah. It amazed him that even without being physically present, Xeno somehow managed to come in between them. Even in this moment when Llore should have been excited for his eldest son's successful debut, was instead dampening his mood by campaigning for his brother.

LLORE WILDES
Your silence speaks volumes Zach. I don't know what kind of grudge you've got against your brother, but you need to resolve it for the sake of your career. You need a partner that can keep up with you and your brother is as good as it gets.

Feeling himself losing grip of the one good nerve he has left, Zachariah collects himself; relocating his center. He looks his Father in the eye after taking a deep breath and offers a solution that would at best get him to drop the conversation.

BROTHER ZACHARIAH
Would it make you feel better if I told you I'd seriously consider it?

LLORE WILDES
That's all I could hope for. Anywho it's been nice catching up but I must be going, don't be a stranger; oh, and just remember, blood is thicker than any stream you'll find in this dump. I suggest you choose your allies wisely.

Llore gives a playful tap onto his son's shoulder, then departs from the area. Leaving Zachariah to watch, brooding, as he takes his leave.

DISSOLVE TO: INT. ZACHARIAH'S CATHEDRAL - SPECIFIC LOCATION UNKNOWN - NIGHT

The cathedral is brought to life by the flickering chorus of cerimonial candles which encircles the seated Brother Zachariah, clad in his dark cloak; his mind remains focussed on the task at hand, becoming the next Heavyweight Champion and the path he'll undertake to get there. He'd realized that an accomplice was needed. But not one of this world. Mankind has let him down more times than he could count; thus he found himself curious to know what the realm of the supernatural had to offer.

BROTHER ZACHARIAH
Beings of the Great Unknown, hear my plea...a task of grave difficulty awaits me in the coming days, and I am left without a faithful companion to turn to. I require one of great power and skill to aid me in my endeavors to seize that which is pleasing to my sight; the World Heavyweight Championship. With it, I will adhere respect from warriors throughout this land and across the seas...I will wield unfathomable power that will send challengers to their knees in angst...and I will do this all in your name; but first I require assistance. O' otherworldly specter, if you can hear, reveal yourself to me -- aid me -- fight with me!

As the sound of thunder roars throughout the now pitch black sanctuary, smoke fills the air. As the smoke fluctuates throughout the temple, suddenly everything turns to a dark bluish color. The temple grew cold, very cold. From within the smoke, a silhouette of a tall figure appears making his presence known, followed by the sound of lightning. The Doombringer stands before Brother Zachariah, although only his silhouette could be seen.

THE DOOMBRINGER
The Reaper has come...

His deep, dark voice echoed throughout the sanctuary.

THE DOOMBRINGER
And with me I've brought their final resting place...and now the time has come that they lie in it. The Dawn of Darkness has arrived...

The sound of a gong goes off and the candles are once again enflamed. The smoke finally clears, revealing to Zachariah two caskets, both pitch black, one obviously bigger than the other. The smaller one has the name "Ry Drake" engraved on it, and the other baring the name of "Rex Terrell". Although he hadn't known it in this moment, Zachariah's prayers had been answered.

FADE TO BLACK