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George Dubya-Tee-Eff; [Tornado]
Topic Started: Oct 26 2011, 11:36 PM (35 Views)
Ash
Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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The scene fades in and we find ourselves in a hotel lobby, watching silently as groups of people come and go. Some with suitcases, others with nothing at all. The bellhops stand around, waiting patiently for their next job, More importantly, they wait patiently for their next tip. As the clerks at the check-in desk smile for the arriving guests, the camera pans around to reveal two things of interest. The first being that this is actually a handheld camera. And the second is that the camera belongs to Damien Holburn, who is sat in a corner of the room with his bag on the seat beside him. Wearing a black hooded jacket with a small tornado crest over the left breast and a white baseball cap, Damien is almost incognito with the Undisputed International Championship nowhere in sight.

Damien: "I apologise now for the quality of this video.."

Glancing up, Damien looks around the room, as if to check if anyone is listening to him talk to a camera. Satisfied, he lowers his gaze back to the camera.

Damien: "But whilst I was waiting to check in, I happened to come across a clip of Roy Maverick and felt the need to respond. I couldn't wait to get to the arena to film an official promo, so I've done the next best thing. Got myself a digital camera and I'm going to upload this to the internet for the world to see. I can only hope that, at some point, Rufus has disabled the parental controls on Roy's My First Laptop otherwise the mouthy punk won't get to see this."

Tornado smirks at his own comment.

Damien: "Roy Harlowe. Do you want me to start there? I am one of the few wrestlers in this company going by my birth name. I was born Damien Holburn and I will die Damien Holburn. Not Devil Holburn. Not Damien Holy Liar. And no other stupid cracks. You stand there and call yourself Roy Maverick, for whatever reason, and then call me a fraud. A liar. Questioning my motives and calling me a coward. Yet, you change your name. What are you running from, Roy?"

Staring hard, Damien furrows his brow in thought. After a few seconds, his eyes light up and his right hand appears in the shot, with his index finger raised, suggesting he has the answer.

Damien: "Oh, that's right, you're running from your own father."

Shaking his head, Damien sighs.

Damien: "Let's face it, Roy. You coming into that room last week and talking all that horse shit was a ploy to get this match. You don't make those sort of challenges without hoping to get something out of it. Either that, or you've just become incredibly lucky. Whatever the reason, I don't allow people to step to me like that. I have a point to prove with you now, Roy. I went to Reign and asked for this match. I think that alone proves I'm a fighting Champion. Proves I have the guts, the balls, the courage and whatever else you bring into disrepute to face you in the ring with my Championship on the line. Pity you can't do the same with your gold-painted Coke can."

Tornado arches his eyebrows in a knowing manner, showing a smugness as he turns Roy's own shot against him.

Damien: "I'll lay it down awful simple for you, Roy. You want to doubt me, go ahead. But whilst you're running around, screaming like a maniac and begging to get punched in the mouth, take a look at the past. We've met twice before, Roy. Champion Showcases, no less. Do you remember those matches, Roy? I won on both occasions. I bested both the Fighting Spirit Champion and the Dual Crown Champion on two seperate occasions. And, both times, I pinned you, Roy!"

Starting to get animated, Damien takes a moment to slow things down and glances around at the crowd in the hotel lobby. He smiles politely at someone out of the shot, then turns his gaze to the camera once more.

Damien: "For your sake, I hope you learn your lesson on Sunday, Roy, I really do. You say that I broke my own spirit when I faced Samuel Blake. I say I learned a lot about myself. I found my dark side."

His mouth curls into a sinister smirk and, for added effect, he pulls the brim of his cap down, casting a shadow across his face.

Damien: "Once you're done watching those Champion Showcase matches, go find the final encounter between me and Sammy. Watch what I'm capable of, Roy, and prepare yourself. Sammy didn't come back after that match. I beat him at his own game. And I beat him badly."

With the smirk still on his face, Damien nods slowly as he allows Roy the opportunity to think about the match with Sammy.

Damien: "I'm known for having a bit of a temper. Sammy experienced it. And Mad Dawg suffered it. I'd have to say you're next in line. Perhaps that's enough to convince you to hide under the bed and keep away from the ring on Sunday. But, somehow, I reckon you're stupid enough to come to Naples and try to take my Undisputed International Championship from me. And that's fine. I'm quite looking forward to testing your Fighting Spirit and seeing if that's as phony as the kid-size replica belt you carry around on your shoulder."

His arm getting tired, Damien switches the camera from the left to the right, providing a new angle on the whole scene. Rather than a corner, we now have a clear shot of a wall. And the right side of Damien's face, along with his smirk.

Damien: "I'm not going to play your game of childish insults and ridiculous accusations. I've been blunt and honest. I'm not going to fuel your insanity. I can only hope that, come Sunday night, I can change your opinion of me. Not because I want to be buddies and hang out, but so that I don't have to kick the crap out of you every single week. After our match, regardless of the outcome, I want you to come to me and shake my hand. I don't need an apology, a hug or anything else. Just a handshake."

Now with a serious look on his face, Damien nods his head slowly.

Damien: "Cards are on the table, Harlowe. You've made the comments and you're going to have to live with them. How are you going to feel when you get beaten by the Lemony Dog? Choke on that."

With that, Damien sneers into the camera, then lowers it and takes himself out of view. As he looks for the right button to power off, Damien manages to adjust the view to a black-and-white screen, then zooms in on his right knee. After some grunting from a frustrated Tornado, the scene suddenly cuts to black.

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