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Re:Play; [Tornado]
Topic Started: Nov 16 2011, 05:53 PM (39 Views)
Ash
Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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The scene fades in, backstage at Croke Park in Dublin, Ireland. With the camera set in a service corridor, it finds Damien Holburn sat on a chair and toying around with his cell phone. Having just come from a training session, Damien is dressed in grey sweatpants, a black t-shirt and a grey jacket over the top of that, whilst the Undisputed International Championship is draped over his lap. Finishing up with his phone, Damien raises his gaze to the camera with a smirk on his face.

Damien: "Mad Dawg, I don't know how you did it, but you found yourself on the top of the pile once more. One more match with ol' Tornado."

In case you don't know what 'one' looks like, Damien holds his right index up beside his head and nods slowly, almost sadly.

Damien: "And I'll be honest, I don't know what to make of this at all. Not to carry on flogging a dead horse, but back in June, you crack me in the head with a cinder block and get a shot at my Championship in the process. And last week, you crossed the line by harassing Drake Love's mom in her own home. But rather than being punished, instead, you get rewarded with another shot at my Undisputed International Championship. It boggles the mind."

Looking completely mistified by the logic, Damien holds his left hand up, literally offering nothing, and shrugs it off.

Damien: "But, I have an idea. Considering you're getting rewarded for criminal acts, I suggest you go rent a car - or steal Reign's truck again - and go run someone over. I doubt it matters who, just mow 'em down and you'll be a shoe-in for a main event Dual Crown match."

At this point, Damien turns and spits on the floor in disgust. He shakes his head and sighs to himself, then looks to the belt on his lap.

Damien: "I don't know what you've done to deserve this opportunity, I really don't. And I've said plenty of times that I don't want to deal with you anymore, because you leave a path of destruction wherever you go. The problem is, despite all the casualties that pile up and the fact that Mad Dawg always fires the first shot, he never - ever - wins the war. And that makes him even more destructive. To anyone that stands in his path, as well as to his partners, allies, friends, family and, ultimately, himself. A brick to my head. Drake Love's mom. I was only half-joking when I said it earlier, but I wouldn't be surprised to find El Valiente has been hit by a truck or that Super Kamen Ranger is tied to some railroad tracks with a stick of dynamite on his chest."

Again, Damien shakes his head in disgust.

Damien: "In all honesty, I'd rather take my chances in the ring with Super Kamen Ranger. I'm far more likely to lose the belt to Ranger, but at least I know he won't come at me with a brick, a car, my mom or a stick with some dog doo on the end of it.."

Unsurprisingly, Damien cracks a smile at the end of that sentence.

Damien: "As far as I'm concerned, Mad Dawg isn't my problem. My issue right now is with Keith Williams, considering his cowardly actions last Sunday. And I promise that he will pay for that cheapshot. I may not get the King of Old School, but I'm beyond that now. I just Keith Williams in the ring, one-on-one. No disqualification. No chance for him to run out of the match. So Reign, if you're listening, book that match! And as far as this week goes, if I have to defend my Undisputed International Championship against Mad Dawg this Sunday night, then I'm going to do it decisively and I'm going to do it swiftly!"

Wiping at his face with his left hand, Damien takes a deep breath and stares intently into the camera, directing his message straight to the intended target.

Damien: "What you did last week crossed the line. And whilst you may not be my problem, I have no problem kicking the crap out of you for what you did. When you step in the ring on Sunday night, Mad Dawg, I'll be your judge and your jury. We have business on a personal level, so I have no problem beating you all over Dublin if I have to. But that's where it stops. You crossed a line, but it wasn't mine that you crossed. I'm the judge and I'm the jury. But the execution, I'll be leaving in the capable hands of Drake Love."

A simple, solitary nod.

Damien: "Drake, please, stay away from the ring during the match. Between the bells, it's business between me and Mad Dawg. After the bell, he's yours to do what you want with. I have no issue with you and I won't stand in your way, provided it's after the match. I promise I will leave you something to sink your teeth into."

Rising to his feet, Damien slings the Championship belt over his left shoulder and then pulls his t-shirt and jacket down, smoothing it out. Again, he wipes at his face with his left hand, then looks into the camera once more.

Damien: "I'm coming up on one of the longest Undisputed International Championship reigns in recent memory. I have every intention of going down in history with this belt. Like death, I accept that one day I will lose this belt, either by being defeated in the ring or defeated by injury. But I can tell you that one day is not this Sunday in Dublin. One day is not in the near future for Damien Holburn. One day is a long, long way away."

Leaning in toward the camera, Damien lowers his voice to a whisper.

Damien: "And one day, quite frankly, will never come for Mad Dawg."

Holding his gaze with the camera for a moment, Damien stares intently into his own eyes. And then, he turns on his heels and walks out of the shot. The camera tries to follow, but is too slow as Tornado is gone from view by the time it turns. And then, the scene fades to black.

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