Chapter 2: Meeting the Patriarch (o2 LH)

[The Ømen]

No video packages here folks. It was time to meet one of the few that could pose a threat to this man's cause. While the arena was being rebuilt from an... unexpected explosion. The Omen, whom has become a man of mystery. More or less, an enigma of sorts. Paid a visit to Chris Lionheart at his own home.

But this wasn't just an ordinary visit just to see how you are, and how have you been. No, No. This was for a purpose. As Omen approached the door. Oddly enough, to go along with his rather unique persona. He was dressed like a Monk, or a druid of some sorts. With the hood draped over his face.. As if he was trying to shield himself from the outside world. It was indeed... very strange. Why would a man go to such lengths as to hide himself?

He rang the doorbell, and patiently waited for the man that he needed to meet first hand to answer.

[Chris Lionheart]

The front door opens as the sound of crying babies escapes into the outside world, Chris takes a quick look at the hooded figure, calls back into the house to his wife that he'll 'be back in a minute', before slamming the door shut behind him and narrowing his eyes slightly at the suspicious figure on his porch.

Hello... can I help you?

[The Ømen]

Christopher Lionheart I presume? I don't wish to be your acquaintance. But rather, I'm here with a message. If only you'll spare me a moment of your time.

[Chris Lionheart]

The would be Chris Hart, now. I used to go by Chris Lionheart, but I recently retired from the wrestling business. Besides legally owning The New Blood Wrestling, I have nothing to do with the company anymore, in front of the camera or behind the scenes.

You have a message for me?

[The Ømen]

A maniacal, sickening laugh comes out of Omen. He couldn't believe what he just heard out of Christopher's mouth. The once tough, brave and bold "Patriarch" of a once great nation. Now reduced to a child's play thing. Ruled by his wife & kid. The once great "Chris Lionheart" now was a normal man without much of a heart.

As you wish, "Chris Hart".

Omen walked over and took a seat in a chair nearby on the porch. With an empty chair next to him. He invites Christopher to join him.

Have a seat my good man. We have much to discuss. Don't worry, I won't bite.

[Chris Lionheart]

Chris decides to indulge the hooded stranger, as he was quite curious as to his message. He also wondered how the man had managed to find out his home address. Taking a seat on the nearby chair, he smiles.

So who did you say you were, again? It's not every day people get a hooded figure delivering a message for them at their home address...

[The Ømen]

I have my ways. It is for your own good that you best not worry about how I found you. But rather, what effect I will have on you after today.

While we have technically never met face-to-face before. We have worked together under the same umbrella. Many, many years ago. In TNB's ancient past. I worked for you. Back during the days of yourself, Vince Russo, Nick Cash, and many others taking turns playing political dictator.

My given name is "Rex Try-tan". But you may call me "The Omen".

I have to say. I'm not too impressed with your... retirement life. For a man of your stature. You seem so... normal? heh, heh, heh!

Naturally, he didn't want to spill the beans on everything just yet. Why he was here. What the message was. How he was involved in TNB's past at some point. More or less. He just wanted to test the former fighter whom once proclaimed himself to be strong & brave.

Just how does a man of his caliber react to the unknown?

[Chris Lionheart]

Chris decided he wasn't bothered about this guy knowing his address, so long as no harm came to his family - this was his 'real life' away from the business afterall. The way the internet was these days, pretty much anyone could find out that information about his address. He is puzzled about his past as he doesn't remember a wrestler named 'Trytan'.

I see. Well, I know my retired life isn't 'larger than life' like my wrestling career was, but I'm happy with it. Please continue...

[The Ømen]

You seem so calm in the face of the unknown. Maybe I underestimated you a little bit, Christopher. As for my past. My old name may not make alot of sense to most people in your old company. But it will make sense to you, and to 'him' as well.

My face being shielded under this robe. Is of, a rather symbolic nature. As you see. Back then, my face was shielded too. That gutless coward, Vince Russo. Gave me a silly gimmick that I couldn't forget. Oh, how I wanted that man dead for years for ruining my career many eons ago.

My message to you is simple. Your company is under fire yet again. In more ways then one.. I'm sure you've heard about the explosion, yes?

[Chris Lionheart]

Yes, I have heard of it. Apparently something exploded in that crazy-ass Ryan Blaze's casino basement. It's a tragedy about Keith Williams' daughter, but luckily she is the only fatality I have heard about so far. I am under the understanding that it was a freak accident as opposed to some sort of terrorism. Even if it was some sort of 'message sending', it shouldn't involve me as I was leaving the company that night. If it is the start of something that will affect TNB, it's up to someone else to find the solution.

[The Ømen]

You see, that is where we must agree... to disagree.

While you may have taken yourself out of the lime light. In reality. I believe you are running away from something. I don't exactly buy the retirement act. Its been done all too well before. People come & go, but always find there way back to what brought them to the dance.

I believe the explosion was a sign. A warning sign. TNB is in grave danger. Instead of standing up for your own place. Your running scared. You sit there, and do nothing about it.

The definition of a "Lion" is one whom has courage, strength and a will to defy all odds. You stood for that at one time. But now, you are just a 'Cowardly' lion.

Christopher... it pains me to say this. But I hold you every bit as responsible for the blood that will be shed on this company for weeks, months & years to come. That 'explosion', wasn't just some freak accident. It was pre-meditated.

"Somebody" or "Someone" did that.

I'm sure you are growing anxious to know of my past. As so you'll know who I truly am under this camouflage. But until I start hearing some answers. The less you'll hear of about me.

I'm not one to point fingers. But you were a man who once was in a position of power. You loved the spotlight. Admit it. You did. This business, was once your lively-hood. As I watched you grow from the shadows. I've seen you in many different lights. A man of truth & justice. A man, whom was corrupt with power who had no problem abusing it when you saw fit to do so.Now, I see you in a different light. One that I... never expected to see.

Tell me, Christopher. How does it feel to be... "whipped" by your own family? heh, heh, heh!

Now obviously, Omen was pushing a few buttons with Chris. Now wanting to get his family involved. The one thing Chris never wanted to see happen. But Omen... he did not care. They were all just a pawn, and he was the chess-master. /b]

[Chris Lionheart]

If you want me to be 'real' about it all, I will.
Truth is I've heard the rumors of a certain group looking to take the company by storm next season. I say 'Good Luck' in a sarcastic tone. There will always be problems in these big groups. Too many individual egos trying to run the group or use it to get their own things from it. Some of them might get injured or not get their contract paperwork in order properly, so the group will take a hit by having less members in it. Maybe one of the members will have a 'change of heart' and turn against the group. They just never work. And I've been on both sides of them in my long career.

Besides, I'm only one man. There will be others who step up to challenge them in my place. You think The Youngbloods, or The Avenger, or Brendan Maslow under the mentoring of Fuyuki, will quietly let them take over? I doubt that.

But no, I'm not running away from that group. I am simply retired from the game as a whole.

[The Ømen]

I knew it... Despite the new name. Your still the same, old Lionheart. Nothing has changed of you. Even though you try really, really hard to prove me otherwise.

You still haven't lost that competitive fire. Admit it, Christopher. I can see it in your eyes. If you had a choice in the matter. You'd come back in a heartbeat. For now, I must warn you. Stay out of my way.

There will be much, much more then a group of radicals coming in & taking over. What they all have to fear is the unknown that watches from the cracks. The shadows. The deepest, darkest of all holes of every arena. Tis where I lurk, and keep an eye on everybody. Consider me a spectre that haunts TNB's past & present. Life is after all our own fantasy world. We portray it as real. But in reality? Its all just a game. A movie if you will. Pick your genre, your cast of characters. Lest you be the Director, and watch your actors & actresses perform before you very own eyes. That is the world we live in. What is real, and what is simply memorex?

But since you have been so bold, and animated. Maybe I should clue you in on a few things as to just who I am.

First hint. Your blood, and his blood... runs through my veins as well. Think really, really hard.

Second hint. I was once dressed in Black & White from head to toe. My gimmick was that of a Boogeyman gone mad. Yes, Vince Russo's "finest" creation to date might I add.

Third Hint. What do you call a man who creates "Anarchy"?

[Chris Lionheart]

After the longest times, Chris gets a spark of recognition in his eyes...

Now I remember you. But Genesis denied you as his brother. Did you ever get any DNA testing done to prove that you were related to him... and I guess me as well?

I'm afraid my competative fire, as far as wrestling in between the ropes, has gone. I don't need any more titles or accolades to add to my long list. After five long years I finally acheived the top title in my opinion. Once in a multi-man match which anyone could have won, so I wasn't happy with that. But then I won it fair and square in a one-on-one match. I achieved my personal pinnicle in the wrestling business. Now it's time for me to be with my new family. Others will rise to take my place, like The Youngbloods, or someone new.

[The Ømen]

No silly tests needed. You both might be in denial, or believe that I'm simply lying. But I know otherwise. The same blood that courses through your veins flows through his. With me, its a bit of a different scenario. We don't share the same biological birth parents as you two do. But through our deceased Mother. We are still bonded. Think about it?

Connected. The three of us are a Nucleus that holds the key to Salvation. That explosion was no accident. It was premeditated. It was a message. A message stating that you are too busy running away from your problems instead of embracing them.

I implore you. Whether you fight this battle on the outside, or on the inside. Please... protect your loved ones. Don't let him destroy your lives just as he attempted to destroy mine.

No matter who steps up to fill the void you left, Christopher. They won't be able to conquer this evil prescence on there own.

Omen stands up from the chair. Turns his back on Chris and starts walking away from the home. As he walks down the steps. one small step at a time. Reaching the bottom. He slowly looks back at Chris and says one last thing.

... Til we meet again. Remember, heed my warning..

Omen leaves the area shortly thereafter.