Tornado Desencadenado is sitting on the edge of a mattress in what appears to be an economy hotel room. He has on a dark blue tee shirt and a pair of tan hiking shots. His hair is kept clear from his face by a tied headband that prominently displays the Union Battleground logo. Leaning forward, he addresses the camera.
“I’m here in Concord, South Carolina, just a couple of hours until my debut match with Four Corners Wrestling. It’s a big deal- I’m opening a show, with big stakes… but don’t believe I’ve forgotten about Union Battleground. I’ll be in Nashville Sunday, to take part in Guerilla Warfare.”
There’s a pause as he realizes he needs to exposit more on that statement.
“I mean both the Pay Per View and the Warfare match itself. I plan on pulling double duty that night, taking part in matches that are equally important to me, though for very different reasons. The main event matters because, well, it’s the main event; an insane twenty man brawl that’s equal parts gauntlet match and battle royal, with the winner earning a shot at the Union Battleground Championship at Coup De Grace. You better believe I want to take part in such a history making match; it is the opportunity to compete in the harshest of conditions against the best talent the sport has to offer.”
Tornado’s excitement changes to consternation; however, as he begins to discuss the match he is definitely booked to appear in.
“Appearing in the Guerilla Warfare Battle Royal is no guarantee, though; in fact, no one other than Axel Graves knows for certain who’s taking part. What I do know is that earlier in the show I am being given the chance to dish out some well-deserved payback against an enemy that I and my tag team partner Trixie has been scrapping with for months. Sunday night at Guerilla Warfare I will be wrestling the man who tried to end my career, Sinister.”
The young man stopped talking, letting the accusation hang in the air before moving on.
“That’s not hyperbole; Sinister and the entirety of Salvation tried to cripple me. What other motive can you take from their actions in my last tag match against them? I and everyone else participating was down, out, and recovering outside of the ring when Sinister interfered; pulling aside the protective padding and dropping me headfirst on the concrete underneath. Then, to make it worse, he and his master Nemesis tossed me back inside and attacked me twice more before finally pinning me. They won the match, but that wasn’t their only goal. They wanted me leaving that ring on my back, wounded, never to return.”
A grin that could be described as being very sinister in its own right stretched across the Spin Doctor’s swarthy features.
“Didn’t work. Salvation’s attempt to rid Union Battleground of the weak and undeserving failed because I am neither of those things. I am still a proud bearer of the UB standard; and what’s even worse for Salvation, I’ve have the opportunity to represent what this company that stands for against a man that defiles that message. I get to whip the piss out of their face-painted stooge.”
The young wrestler leans back slightly, resting his palms on the bedspread. He adopts a more personal, almost convivial tone as he speaks words meant directly for his opponent.
“Sinister, I don’t know how good a wrestler you are; this will be your first match in Union Battleground, and I have no idea if you’ve ever competed anywhere else. But what I can tell you the shtick you’ve been using up until now isn’t going to fly at Guerilla Warfare. You don’t get to stand at ringside, waiting for the right moment to attack your target when they’re wounded or unaware. No, you have to be ready to fight from bell to bell, against someone who knows you’re coming. And don’t think you can rely on your allies in Salvation to play your old role in the match, because I swear if one of them interferes-“
He leans across his body to get something off the floor, his long arm dragging up a canvass bag. Setting the bag in his lap he reaches in and produces a long silver pull chain. Draping it across his shoulders he begins winding one end around his fist while continuing to talk.
“- I will beat them so bad your ‘Preacher’ will need to deliver last rites to THEIR careers. No joke here, Sinister; you tell Kreature, Mila, even Nemesis, to stay away. I’m not going to play the loser to your ‘numbers game’ anymore. For tonight, this is between you and me.”
After setting the bag aside on the mattress he rests his elbows on his knees, the links to the chain clinking dully as he moves.
“This is what you get when you push a man too far, Sinister. I’m all for sportsmanship and fair play, but in the end I’m still someone who makes his living hurting other people. Having some jerk think he’s above the rules I try to follow… that doesn’t sit well with me at all. I’ll be happy not having to use this chain Sunday, but have no qualms about bringing it out if I need to. Don’t make me need to.”
With his unencumbered hand Tornado rubs at the back of his head, producing more clinking and clanking from his cast iron accessory.
“I want a good, clean match; one that gives you the chance to show whether or not you can actually work, and one that allows me to hand you that receipt you earned last month. It’s what the UB fans deserve, it’s what I deserve, and it most certainly what you deserve.”
The Ring Revolutionary adjusts the chains so it isn’t pressing directly against the back of his bull neck, and then gives his final statement.
“Salvation likes to co-opt religious trappings to try and justify their thuggish behavior. I’m going to close with a quote that you should recognize; one that perfectly fits the situation Sinister finds himself in as he prepares to face me. It’s from the Book of Hosea, Chapter Eight, Verse Seven: ‘They who have sown the wind shall reap the whirlwind’. “
Tornado stood rose from his seat and moved closer to the camera, glaring directly into it; his dark eyes flashing with anger.
“That’s what waiting for you at Guerilla Warfare, Sinister: a virtual force of nature that will show no mercy to you or any of your stablemates if they decide to interfere. Pray to whatever sick power Salvation considers holy, you skunk faced bastard, because your day of reckoning comes Sunday at my hands, unchained or otherwise.”
| The scene opens to the roaring flames of a fire with the crackling of the embers adding to the effect. We see that huddled around the fire are four men, who seem to be settled in and camping for the night, having a few beers and telling stories around the good ol’ campfire. As the camera closes in, we begin to pick up the story one particular grey haired man is telling, and the men he’s talking to look to be far younger, maybe even teenagers. |
Old Man: Legend has it, that around these parts, lurks a being, unlike any man you could ever imagine, with eyes as red as the blood he’s shed of his victims, with a face that would make Madusa herself turn to stone if she stared at it long enough!
| We hear the breaking off a few twigs behind the men who all turn around at the same time, but thinking nothing of it turn back to the old man telling his story. |
Old Man: It has been said that around these parts, many people have spent the night only to never be heard from the next morning, with no campsite, sleeping bags, food or even a trace of their existence left behind, almost as if they were never even there to begin with!
| Once again we hear rustling going on in the wooded area behind the men who seem to look a little more concerned this time around causing one of the teenage boys to get up and take a quick inspection. He walks over and suddenly a bunny rabbit hops out causing him to slightly jump back and the younger boys along with the older man begin to laugh at the startled teenage boy. He shakes his head and returns to his seat as the old man laughs and continues on. |
Old Man: Don’t let a little bunny scare you boys! Now where was I…ah yes! The legend goes on to say that in the still of the middle of the night, you can hear the deafening screams of the men, women and children that this beast of a being has taken as his victims which scares the locals off from ever wandering out this way…
SNAAAP!
| A loud snap causes even the old man to jump out of his seat as he and all of the boys stand up to turn around and look behind them where the noise come from. As they look around, the camera shows that Salvation member Sinister is standing behind the old man who was telling the story. His presence causes the flames to rage, which grabs the attention of the young boys who turn back and notice Sinister standing behind the old man. In fear, they point but can’t make out any words to say and then finally, all three young boys take off in the other direction. |
Old Man: Hey! Where are you guys going!?!?! It was just a rabbit!
Sinister: They are running…like you should!
| The old man’s face turns from a joyful smile, to sheer terror as he takes a big gulp, turns around and is staring at the chest of Sinister who hovers over him. The old man finally looks up and then follows the young boys lead from earlier and takes off in the direction they did. |
Sinister: Fear. It has been associated with my name since I arrived here but like the legends passed around the fire, my enigmatic presence has weighed heavily on certain individuals, more notably Trixie, Tornado Desencadenado and Ashley Williams as they have all sought out to prevent us from spreading Salvation through Union Battleground but this Sunday, I will begin taking those three out, starting with the unlucky Tornado Desencadenado.
| Sinister walks up to standing close to the fire but instead of trying to warm up next to hit he stares deeply into the flames. |
Sinister: Tornado, I can’t describe to you how good it felt to drive you skull first into the cement, especially after the arrogance you displayed going into that match, as if you actually stood an iota of a chance against the power of Salvation led by our Master Nemesis. It was even more satisfying to roll you in the ring and pass you off, only to watch you get beaten to within an inch of your life…it was exhilarating!
| Sinister looks up from the fire and begins rubbing his hands in anticipation. |
Sinister: But we aren't done yet, are we Torndao? Now, there will be no one to tag in to save you. Now, your partner will be preoccupied with Anton Chase and not in your corner to watch your back. Now…you will be left alone with me and there is no escape in sight!
| Sinister laughs and clenches his hands into fists as once again the fire rages high into the sky. |
Sinister: But according to Tornado Desencadenado, he himself is going to be the one who shows no mercy and he himself is going to be the one who disposes of any Salvation member that even comes near the ring. How adorable Tornado, your mother must have made you your favorite comfort meal to gain the kind of gull you have to be able to make those kind of hollow threats. In fact, should we run it by your parents to see if it’s okay for you to come out and play at night Tornado?
| Sinister laughs as it echoes throughout the empty forest. |
Sinister: Contrary to the message you try to convey, you are not a “force of nature” Tornado, no, you are but a gust of wind passing through on a day full of clear skies, in short Tornado, you are nothing and I intend to finish what I started at L!GHTS OUT Eleven by ending your career once and for all, it’s not like anyone besides your parents would miss you and at their age, they won’t be too far behind you.
| Sinister once again laughs as the camera zooms in on the crackling embers at the bottom of the fire and fades out into their reddish, hot glow |
Last Edit: Jun 16, 2017 23:46:07 GMT -5 by Deleted
