Post by Deleted on May 9, 2017 21:27:11 GMT -5
May 9, 2017
Metairie, Louisiana
The Home of Miguel and Zurine Mazara
(Tornado Descencadenado’s Parents)
Dining Room
Off Camera
Zurine Mazara lifted the lid to the oaken box she had just set on the table in front of her and produced a Ruger LCRx .38 Special.
“Take this,” she told her son.
Tornado Desencadenado gaped incredulously at the firearm; then to his mother, “No! For what?!”
“For protection obviously,” the woman asserted as she snapped open the cylinder to show it was empty of bullets, “Your father and I have spoken, and we feel you need it. He called in some favors with the state police, and can fast track you for a concealed carry permit.”
“Ma, I don’t need a permit, and I don’t need a gun,” the Spin Doctor said, still bewildered at the offer, “What brought this on?”
The small, zaftig brunette glared at her seated child accusingly, “I read online about the people you and that Trixie woman are wrestling this Friday in Georgia. I know what they did to the last person they fought.”
For once Tornado regretted the fact his mother had kept abreast of what had been going on outside his own matches, “Ma, Salvation is nothing to worry about.”
“Oh, no? Beating a man senseless and then literally crucifying him is nothing?!”
“Well,” TD studied his calloused hands embarrassedly, “It’s not like the first time it’s happened in wrestling.”
“This isn’t a joke, Tony!” the matriarch of the Mazara clan set the gun down on a barren doily, “I, we, have indulged your interest in this… hobby for ten years, despite knowing full well a mistake could end any kind of a normal, healthy life for you. But this is different. Those people are animals; and they should be locked up like animals. But since that’s not happened, you need take precautions.”
Zurine placed both her palms down on the table and leaned forward, locking gazes with her son. After a few moments he closed his eyes and slowly shook his head.
“I never wanted a normal life, Ma. That’s why I’m wrestling. As for what Nemesis and his flunkies did,” his eyelids snapped open and he again met Zurine’s glare, “Yeah, they crossed a line. Even in this sport, they went too far. And they will pay for it. But that’s not going to get done by me carrying a gun. That kind of escalation, it’s even worse than Salvation’s actions at Fallout. ”
“When do they get what they deserve, then? When you pin one of them for three seconds? Do you realize how stupid that is?”
“It sounds stupid,” Tornado agreed as he stood up, “But that’s how the sport works. Groups like Salvation, they feed off attention, off fear. You beat them in a match; you show that they’re nothing to be scared of where it counts most of all: the ring. A loss will damage their credibility in ways a gun never would. That’s what Trixie and I need to make sure we do when we face them Friday; beat them without any gimmicks or excuses.”
The Fundamental Elemental went to the other side of the table and wrapped his long, apish arms around his mother to try and comfort her. Zurine briefly tensed, but then returned the embrace. She hugged her first born child tightly, and blinked back tears.
“Be careful, Tony,” she beseeched him.
Tornado smiled down at his mom, “I will be. We know what we’re getting into. Beautiful Storm will be ready for whatever tricks Salvation tries to pull.”
For a moment neither spoke. Zarine broke the silence with a question offhand in tone, but one meant to serve as a final chance to try and get her son to be reaosnable.
“Is pepper spray against your rules too?”
May 12, 2017
Duluth, Georgia
Infinite Energy Arena
Backstage Locker Room
On Camera
Tornado Desencadenado sits on a bench in front of a bank of lockers. He’s in his ring gear, a blue, white, and silver singlet with whorl-like patterns airbrushed on the spandex. He addresses the camera, his face hardened; his tenor severe.
“In a few minutes Beautiful Storm is going make its debut in Union Battleground. I consider my upcoming match the most important one in my UB career, maybe in my entire career. That might not mean much in theory, given I have only fought under the Battleground banner twice before, and just a handful of other matches elsewhere, but our fight tonight against Salvation is a chance to make a statement. Well, two statements.”
The Ring Revolutionary holds up a single finger.
“First, a statement about ourselves. Trixie and I are serious about partnering up, and are in it for the long haul. We want to be the vanguard for a whole tag team division here in Union Battleground; to help build up something that can be a staple of Union Battleground for years to come. Tag wrestling is often looked down on by people in the sport. It gets accused of stymying individual achievement, but as a fan there’s nothing better than watching that style of match. Trixie and I formed Beautiful Storm to show how great it is to have two competitors at the top of their game working together, and we’ve spent the last two weeks training and learning how to best complement each other in the ring, how to best capitalize on her speed and agility and my power and technical skill. I think we’ve done that. I think we’ve discovered the formula for success as a team. Our first chance to prove that though, comes tonight. Which brings me to statement number two we hope to make.”
A second finger is raised by Tornado.
“We want to hurt Salvation. Union Battleground does not need them. These kinds of groups, they are a cancer to the sport. Nemesis, Camila Martinez, Kreature, and Sinister have united for all the wrong reasons. They want to try and dominate the company, and if they can’t dominate it, destroy it. Their leader, Nemesis, has made that very clear. So far, no one has been able to stop him. The man- and he is only a man- is undefeated as a part of UB. He’s been so successful he’s been able to attract a group of like-minded followers who see an opportunity for success through strength in numbers.”
TD puts his hand down. His expression becomes slightly wistful.
“I’ve seen something like this happen before, and recently. Alpha Wrestling was plagued by a group, Generation Now, with a similar motivation. They weren’t quite as… theatrical, but the mission was the same. And while they weren’t able to run roughshod through AWE like they had hoped it is highly likely behind the scenes they may be responsible for ending that federation’s run.”
There’s another pause as TD stands up from the bench.
“I don’t want that to happen here. And the best way to go about stopping Salvation and their mission is strangling it in the crib; expose its members before they can gain any momentum. Anton Chase gets his chance tonight when he faces Nemesis. Trixie and I have the same opportunity against Camila and Kreature. It won’t be easy, I know: Mila Martinez has a record almost as impressive as Nemesis’s, and Kreature, while clearly being out of his mind-“
He changes tone to one more inquisitive as he directly addresses Kreature.
“-you do know it wasn’t me Salvation set on the cross at Fallout, right? That it was Drew Stevenson you assaulted in your sad, desperate, sick attempt for attention? From your promo earlier I really couldn’t tell. Of course, I suppose facts don’t much matter to someone who’s 0-2 and still trying to pass himself off as a force of nature and so high above his opponents they’re barely worth his time.”
Tornado realizes he’s gotten off track with his dig at Kreature’s kredibility, and moves on.
“- despite all that, we’re not underestimating him. Trixie and I expect both our opponents to do whatever they can to beat us; and with that brute Sinister likely in their corner and their own lack of collective morals, it’s easy to understand why we might be seen as the underdogs. But we’re winning tonight. Camila, Kreature: Beautiful Storm isn’t scared of you. You’re all nothing more than sad lost souls who hope your ‘smoke and mirrors’ will give you some kind of advantage between the ropes. They won’t. All you’ve done is motivate us to work that much harder to beat you, and put an end to your plans to impose your will on this company. Tonight, you aren’t the Salvation of Union Battleground; we are.”
Metairie, Louisiana
The Home of Miguel and Zurine Mazara
(Tornado Descencadenado’s Parents)
Dining Room
Off Camera
Zurine Mazara lifted the lid to the oaken box she had just set on the table in front of her and produced a Ruger LCRx .38 Special.
“Take this,” she told her son.
Tornado Desencadenado gaped incredulously at the firearm; then to his mother, “No! For what?!”
“For protection obviously,” the woman asserted as she snapped open the cylinder to show it was empty of bullets, “Your father and I have spoken, and we feel you need it. He called in some favors with the state police, and can fast track you for a concealed carry permit.”
“Ma, I don’t need a permit, and I don’t need a gun,” the Spin Doctor said, still bewildered at the offer, “What brought this on?”
The small, zaftig brunette glared at her seated child accusingly, “I read online about the people you and that Trixie woman are wrestling this Friday in Georgia. I know what they did to the last person they fought.”
For once Tornado regretted the fact his mother had kept abreast of what had been going on outside his own matches, “Ma, Salvation is nothing to worry about.”
“Oh, no? Beating a man senseless and then literally crucifying him is nothing?!”
“Well,” TD studied his calloused hands embarrassedly, “It’s not like the first time it’s happened in wrestling.”
“This isn’t a joke, Tony!” the matriarch of the Mazara clan set the gun down on a barren doily, “I, we, have indulged your interest in this… hobby for ten years, despite knowing full well a mistake could end any kind of a normal, healthy life for you. But this is different. Those people are animals; and they should be locked up like animals. But since that’s not happened, you need take precautions.”
Zurine placed both her palms down on the table and leaned forward, locking gazes with her son. After a few moments he closed his eyes and slowly shook his head.
“I never wanted a normal life, Ma. That’s why I’m wrestling. As for what Nemesis and his flunkies did,” his eyelids snapped open and he again met Zurine’s glare, “Yeah, they crossed a line. Even in this sport, they went too far. And they will pay for it. But that’s not going to get done by me carrying a gun. That kind of escalation, it’s even worse than Salvation’s actions at Fallout. ”
“When do they get what they deserve, then? When you pin one of them for three seconds? Do you realize how stupid that is?”
“It sounds stupid,” Tornado agreed as he stood up, “But that’s how the sport works. Groups like Salvation, they feed off attention, off fear. You beat them in a match; you show that they’re nothing to be scared of where it counts most of all: the ring. A loss will damage their credibility in ways a gun never would. That’s what Trixie and I need to make sure we do when we face them Friday; beat them without any gimmicks or excuses.”
The Fundamental Elemental went to the other side of the table and wrapped his long, apish arms around his mother to try and comfort her. Zurine briefly tensed, but then returned the embrace. She hugged her first born child tightly, and blinked back tears.
“Be careful, Tony,” she beseeched him.
Tornado smiled down at his mom, “I will be. We know what we’re getting into. Beautiful Storm will be ready for whatever tricks Salvation tries to pull.”
For a moment neither spoke. Zarine broke the silence with a question offhand in tone, but one meant to serve as a final chance to try and get her son to be reaosnable.
“Is pepper spray against your rules too?”
May 12, 2017
Duluth, Georgia
Infinite Energy Arena
Backstage Locker Room
On Camera
Tornado Desencadenado sits on a bench in front of a bank of lockers. He’s in his ring gear, a blue, white, and silver singlet with whorl-like patterns airbrushed on the spandex. He addresses the camera, his face hardened; his tenor severe.
“In a few minutes Beautiful Storm is going make its debut in Union Battleground. I consider my upcoming match the most important one in my UB career, maybe in my entire career. That might not mean much in theory, given I have only fought under the Battleground banner twice before, and just a handful of other matches elsewhere, but our fight tonight against Salvation is a chance to make a statement. Well, two statements.”
The Ring Revolutionary holds up a single finger.
“First, a statement about ourselves. Trixie and I are serious about partnering up, and are in it for the long haul. We want to be the vanguard for a whole tag team division here in Union Battleground; to help build up something that can be a staple of Union Battleground for years to come. Tag wrestling is often looked down on by people in the sport. It gets accused of stymying individual achievement, but as a fan there’s nothing better than watching that style of match. Trixie and I formed Beautiful Storm to show how great it is to have two competitors at the top of their game working together, and we’ve spent the last two weeks training and learning how to best complement each other in the ring, how to best capitalize on her speed and agility and my power and technical skill. I think we’ve done that. I think we’ve discovered the formula for success as a team. Our first chance to prove that though, comes tonight. Which brings me to statement number two we hope to make.”
A second finger is raised by Tornado.
“We want to hurt Salvation. Union Battleground does not need them. These kinds of groups, they are a cancer to the sport. Nemesis, Camila Martinez, Kreature, and Sinister have united for all the wrong reasons. They want to try and dominate the company, and if they can’t dominate it, destroy it. Their leader, Nemesis, has made that very clear. So far, no one has been able to stop him. The man- and he is only a man- is undefeated as a part of UB. He’s been so successful he’s been able to attract a group of like-minded followers who see an opportunity for success through strength in numbers.”
TD puts his hand down. His expression becomes slightly wistful.
“I’ve seen something like this happen before, and recently. Alpha Wrestling was plagued by a group, Generation Now, with a similar motivation. They weren’t quite as… theatrical, but the mission was the same. And while they weren’t able to run roughshod through AWE like they had hoped it is highly likely behind the scenes they may be responsible for ending that federation’s run.”
There’s another pause as TD stands up from the bench.
“I don’t want that to happen here. And the best way to go about stopping Salvation and their mission is strangling it in the crib; expose its members before they can gain any momentum. Anton Chase gets his chance tonight when he faces Nemesis. Trixie and I have the same opportunity against Camila and Kreature. It won’t be easy, I know: Mila Martinez has a record almost as impressive as Nemesis’s, and Kreature, while clearly being out of his mind-“
He changes tone to one more inquisitive as he directly addresses Kreature.
“-you do know it wasn’t me Salvation set on the cross at Fallout, right? That it was Drew Stevenson you assaulted in your sad, desperate, sick attempt for attention? From your promo earlier I really couldn’t tell. Of course, I suppose facts don’t much matter to someone who’s 0-2 and still trying to pass himself off as a force of nature and so high above his opponents they’re barely worth his time.”
Tornado realizes he’s gotten off track with his dig at Kreature’s kredibility, and moves on.
“- despite all that, we’re not underestimating him. Trixie and I expect both our opponents to do whatever they can to beat us; and with that brute Sinister likely in their corner and their own lack of collective morals, it’s easy to understand why we might be seen as the underdogs. But we’re winning tonight. Camila, Kreature: Beautiful Storm isn’t scared of you. You’re all nothing more than sad lost souls who hope your ‘smoke and mirrors’ will give you some kind of advantage between the ropes. They won’t. All you’ve done is motivate us to work that much harder to beat you, and put an end to your plans to impose your will on this company. Tonight, you aren’t the Salvation of Union Battleground; we are.”