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Method Of Madness; [Tornado]
Topic Started: Oct 21 2011, 11:15 PM (32 Views)
Ash
Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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The scene fades in and we find Damien Holburn standing backstage at the Olympia Stadium in Helsingborg, Sweden. The corridor is plain and bare - brick walls that have been painted grey lurk behind , whilst an unpainted concrete floor lay beneath him. Dressed in black trousers and a blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, Damien looks smartly attired, mostly likely for a media event rather than training. The Undisputed International Championship glistens on his shoulder under the flourescent lighting and Damien smiles proudly at the belt before turning his focus to the camera.

Damien: "Mister Reign, as I'm sure you're well aware, this is the third consecutive week I have found myself in a compromising situation with your random Championship match initiative. Is that a coincidence, or are you punishing me for speaking out?"

With a slight smirk, Damien arches his eyebrows, suggesting that understands Reign's game plan.

Damien: "However we spin it, I'm looking forward to the challenge. I don't agree with it, but I'm damn sure going to take this bull by the horns and wear it down. So toss a coin, throw a dart, pick the short straw and pin the tail on that donkey, sir, because I'll take whatever opponent you throw in my direction. If you're going to persist with the madness, then I am going to Champion it until you get bored. Line them up, one-by-one, and watch them fall. Starting this week with Max Rowley."

To add emphasis to his comment, Damien punches his left arm with his right fist.

Damien: "The Mogul of Machismo."

Nodding.

Damien: "The Sultan of Swing."

More nodding.

Damien: "The.. Postmaster of.. Possibility.."

Clearly a swing and a miss. Damien pulls a pained expression and lowers his head in shame. He takes a moment to gather his wits and put that hideous mistake behind him, then looks to the camera with renewed confidence.

Damien: "Max Rowley, we've met before in the ring. A match for this belt that rests on my shoulder, no less. We fought hard and it could easily have been the match of the night. The match fell in my favour, courtesy of the Tornado DDT. But I don't want to dwell on that, because the past is not indicative of the future. What I want to do, instead, is thank you."

Putting his right hand to his chest, Damien nods slowly, showing his sincerity.

Damien: "I don't know if you remember, but after that match, Mad Dawg and Quincy Wilson jumped me in the ring. The infamous brick incident that left me in a pretty bad mess. But what is over-shadowed is that you came to help me. You didn't have to, considering that whatever happens to me is of no concern to you. But you did. You took a beating in order to try and help me, and that is something I have never thanked you for. Things could have been a lot worse for me and there is every possibility that I wouldn't be standing here right now with the Undisputed International Championship to my name. So, Max Rowley, honestly and sincerely, thank you."

Nodding still, Damien points into the right with his right index finger and holds it for a few seconds, before giving a thumbs up. As he pulls his arm back, Damien looks to the belt on his shoulder and slaps the centre plate with his right hand.

Damien: "So that brings us to Sunday night. ReVolt in Sweden. Home of meatballs and Dolph Lundgren."

More nodding. A lot of nodding tonight.

Damien: "I've got a one-in-three chance of being picked to defend my belt again. I look forward to the challenge. The coin toss last week was painful to watch, but to actually gear myself up enough to get past Anna is one of my top achievements since winning this belt. It may sound silly, but I think we all know what a scorned woman is capable of. And I survived. To walk straight into Max Rowley. And all I can say, regardless of whether this is a Championship match or not, it's going to be a good match. And it's going in my favour."

Holding his gaze with the camera, Damien balls his right hand into a fist again as he continues to nod.

Damien: "No disrespect intended, Max, but I've been challenged. Roy Maverick has called me out on every possible level - calling me a yellow-bellied coward. Not acceptable."

The direction of Damien's head promptly changes and it begins to shake instead of nod.

Damien: "What that means is, regardless of stipulation, I need to win. Obviously, everyone needs to win. But after everything Maverick said, I need to prove him wrong. I know he's wrong. If you have an opinion on the matter, I'm sure you think he's wrong too, Max. Same for the fans in Sweden, and the rest of the world. Unfortunately, Roy doesn't listen to reason and he needs cold hard fact. So it's going to be a case of controlling this match and hitting the Tornado DDT for a decisive victory. A one, a two and a three in the middle of the ring. No questions asked."

Rolling his shoulders, it's apparent that Maverick's words are having an effect on Damien. He looks to the belt, then back at the camera and does some more nodding.

Damien: "I have the utmost respect for El Hijo Del Awesome, but I need to make it clear right now. Max, you may be the Slap Chop of Knife Edge Chops, and for as much as I love that one, you're not Tornado. You're not Damien Holburn. You're not the Undisputed International Champion. You're Max Rowley. And for that simple reason, you're not going to win the match."

Holding his hands up apologetically, Damien forces a smile.

Damien: "Helsingborg, hold tight, there's a Tornado coming to town!"

With that, Damien points into the camera and mouths a 'Bang!', then turns and walks out of the shot. With nothing to focus on apart from the plain brick walls of the corridor, the camera promptly shuts down and fades to black.

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