Post by Sentinel on Oct 23, 2015 19:18:27 GMT -6
Where there are usually preludes, tales to be told that put into perspective the situation and existence of the Silent Destroyer, on this day there is naught. In the weeks that passed since the most recent Mayhem, the UWA World Heavyweight Champion has been nothing short of reclusive. The last we saw of him was his being delivered a message by a backstage attendant and departing the arena prior to the main event.
And we are all quite aware of what went down that evening, are we not?
Attempts to contact the champion have all been turned away, be they phone calls, e-mails or anything else. Aside from a few cryptic comments and conversations via Twitter, the Silent Destroyer has been fully out of the public eye. The feeling is given in no uncertain terms that the only reason we're seeing visuals from him this time around is that he was cornered.
Sentinel: "...put that damn thing away. I have nothing to say."
Talon: "You should have plenty to say, Dorian."
There comes a grunt of irritation from the champion as the visual finally clicks on after Talon's comment. Our view of him comes from her perspective as he sits at the wheel of their bus, ferrying them to the site of the next Mayhem. Only a fool would miss the anger wafting about him as he stares at the camera briefly before turning back to the road. He obviously has no intention of saying anything. But Talon isn't a woman that any person says no to. Not even Sentinel.
Talon: "You need to talk about something. Hell, you're getting a chance to deal out some punishment to the bastard who had everyone pegging you as a stalker for months. There's nothing to talk about where that's concerned? What about Brody's career being essentially over? Forget the fact that this is a contractual obligation, baby, and see reason..."
Sentinel: "...reason?!"
HIs attention is drawn from the road for a moment, showing a twisted mask of fury beneath the unbound strands of blue-black hair.
Sentinel: "Where's the fucking reason in all this bullshit?!"
Turning his glare upon the road again, he unleashes a diatribe that Talon does not attempt to stem.
Sentinel: "What's the REASON that that gutterslut Ashley Kenyon decided to scare up Sloth from the Goonies and send him out to try and break Brody's spine in half? Didn't she get the damn message when he almost cracked her skull in half that she shouldn't be fucking with him OR her sister? She's got some bug up her ass about Bethany trying to replace their mother...or some bullshit since I don't care to lose sleep trying to figure the little psycho out...and decides to play the coward's role and send some monster out to do her dirty work!
And she had the nerve to ask how she ever respected me? I'd say, looking at shit as it is right now, that I wouldn't want her goddamn respect! If I've sunk so damn low that I'm to the point where a bottom-feeding wench with a Napoleonic inferiority complex is showing me respect then there's no damn saving me! From a woman who just decides to end a man's career because she got what was coming to her...yeah, there's no fucking words coarse enough to describe that kind of crap! Five bucks says she's behind that fake-ass message drawing us out of the place because I guaran-fucking-tee you that her pet Grawp would have gotten his if I'd been there!"
Talon: "You don't know that, baby. That guy's a damn monster."
Sentinel: "The hell I don't! I could have stopped that sonofabitch if I were there! But I wasn't and now one of my friends doesn't have a damn career to go back to!"
Talon's hand reaches past the camera slightly, an aborted attempt to try and comfort her husband that she thinks better of halfway into her reach. Sentinel never sees the attempt, trying to stay focused on the road.
Talon: "Might not have been her, even. Could've been the Children..."
Sentinel: "Wouldn't fucking surprise me. They're in the same damn boat that Ashley is in that they don't get the fucking message when it's punching them straight in the mouth. How many times did people like me, Bethany, the Dead Men and others lay those bastards out last year? What the hell did they even accomplish other than scaring a few people before we left them laying? But I get it. I really do..."
One wouldn't go so far as to say that Sentinel is calming. There's edged fury in every word he speaks. But he's at least speaking evenly and coherently. Perhaps the anger is merely becoming focused.
Talon: "What's to get?"
Sentinel: "McBride was a dry run for these people. Let the rabid animal run free with minimal direction and resources, see what kind of chaos he kicks up and then, before he gets too big for his britches, put him down with utter predjudice. You get to see what your enemies are made of and at the same time let loose the red herring that makes people think the nightmare is over."
It's more snarl than smile on his stony face.
Sentinel: "Now the so-called mastermind struts back in with a couple new recruits, spouting the same rhetoric that he let loose years ago. Thinks he's doing the UWA and the world a favor or some shit. Thinks the place and the people in it are primed and ripe for the taking. He thinks too goddamn much."
Talon: "I'm not ready to see that happen again. Last time they ran roughshod you were out for a long time."
Sentinel: "Don't fucking remind me. No, scratch that..."
The champion glances at his wife.
Sentinel: "...make sure I never forget that. Motivation is motivation."
Talon: "A-All right..."
Back to the road, Sentinel grits his teeth noticably, pausing his rant to reach for a lidless bottle sitting in the cup holder and downing some of the contents.
Sentinel: "Which, I suppose, brings me to the little stalker prick."
One could certainly imagine Talon rolling her eyes if her tone is anything to go by.
Talon: "His type...just trash."
Sentinel: "This entire Monday evening coming up is about vengeance, both immediate and further down the line. By some misguided stroke of luck, Cole Hunter gets his first date with destiny at a moment when my attention is divided. But he shouldn't think that that means I've forgotten what he's done or the effect that it had on me. He might dodge the SCK because neither of them seem to be able to get their shit together and get out of trouble thanks to his backup, but once he's in that ring with me and the bell rings...that's when luck runs out.
I don't care who you are. You step into that ring with me and luck will leave you all alone in the goddamn aisle. Especially bottom-feeders like this guy."
Talon: So you do have a plan, then?"
Sentinel: "It goes like this:
He pats the steering wheel firmly.
Sentinel: "Monday night I ride this beast up to the front of the arena, park it right in front of the fucking steps and walk in the front goddamn doors. Out into the cheap seats, down the steps and into the ring. Belt over one shoulder, chip on the other and a microphone in my pocket. And once the music cuts, baby, the gauntlet gets thrown down.
I don't give a damn who they are; everyone in that locker room better have their ears on from Olivier all the way down to the fucking ring crew. There's two sides in this war, and make no mistake about my words because WAR is what it is, and they go like this: you're either on my side or you're going down. The Children, Ashley Kenyon, Cole Hunter...scum of the goddamn earth, preparing to be one with it when I grind them into the dirt like the insects that they are!"
If we could see her expression we'd know that Talon isn't sure what to make of all this. Still, she does her best to be the voice of reason.
Talon: "Just be careful, baby. Last time you tried to go at people like this, you had to go alone and it didn't end well."
Sentinel: "Keep reminding me of that..."
He speaks quietly when he says such, a brief moment of calm before he properly retorts.
Sentinel: "If they can't pick a side and stand on it like they have a backbone then I'd rather fight alone. Dead weight dragging me down is something I don't need. Some people I won't question...people like Bethany, for instance. But the rest? They have a choice to make. The last thing they want is me making it for them."
Talon: "...well, what about..."
Sentinel: "No, Ren. Shut it off. I'm done talking. I'll say what I need to say Monday night. Let Cole run his mouth if he wants to...get it all out of his system or whatever. Where he's concerned, my fists will do the talking."
An unseen nod of acquiescence before the promo is brought to an abrupt close.
And we are all quite aware of what went down that evening, are we not?
Attempts to contact the champion have all been turned away, be they phone calls, e-mails or anything else. Aside from a few cryptic comments and conversations via Twitter, the Silent Destroyer has been fully out of the public eye. The feeling is given in no uncertain terms that the only reason we're seeing visuals from him this time around is that he was cornered.
Sentinel: "...put that damn thing away. I have nothing to say."
Talon: "You should have plenty to say, Dorian."
There comes a grunt of irritation from the champion as the visual finally clicks on after Talon's comment. Our view of him comes from her perspective as he sits at the wheel of their bus, ferrying them to the site of the next Mayhem. Only a fool would miss the anger wafting about him as he stares at the camera briefly before turning back to the road. He obviously has no intention of saying anything. But Talon isn't a woman that any person says no to. Not even Sentinel.
Talon: "You need to talk about something. Hell, you're getting a chance to deal out some punishment to the bastard who had everyone pegging you as a stalker for months. There's nothing to talk about where that's concerned? What about Brody's career being essentially over? Forget the fact that this is a contractual obligation, baby, and see reason..."
Sentinel: "...reason?!"
HIs attention is drawn from the road for a moment, showing a twisted mask of fury beneath the unbound strands of blue-black hair.
Sentinel: "Where's the fucking reason in all this bullshit?!"
Turning his glare upon the road again, he unleashes a diatribe that Talon does not attempt to stem.
Sentinel: "What's the REASON that that gutterslut Ashley Kenyon decided to scare up Sloth from the Goonies and send him out to try and break Brody's spine in half? Didn't she get the damn message when he almost cracked her skull in half that she shouldn't be fucking with him OR her sister? She's got some bug up her ass about Bethany trying to replace their mother...or some bullshit since I don't care to lose sleep trying to figure the little psycho out...and decides to play the coward's role and send some monster out to do her dirty work!
And she had the nerve to ask how she ever respected me? I'd say, looking at shit as it is right now, that I wouldn't want her goddamn respect! If I've sunk so damn low that I'm to the point where a bottom-feeding wench with a Napoleonic inferiority complex is showing me respect then there's no damn saving me! From a woman who just decides to end a man's career because she got what was coming to her...yeah, there's no fucking words coarse enough to describe that kind of crap! Five bucks says she's behind that fake-ass message drawing us out of the place because I guaran-fucking-tee you that her pet Grawp would have gotten his if I'd been there!"
Talon: "You don't know that, baby. That guy's a damn monster."
Sentinel: "The hell I don't! I could have stopped that sonofabitch if I were there! But I wasn't and now one of my friends doesn't have a damn career to go back to!"
Talon's hand reaches past the camera slightly, an aborted attempt to try and comfort her husband that she thinks better of halfway into her reach. Sentinel never sees the attempt, trying to stay focused on the road.
Talon: "Might not have been her, even. Could've been the Children..."
Sentinel: "Wouldn't fucking surprise me. They're in the same damn boat that Ashley is in that they don't get the fucking message when it's punching them straight in the mouth. How many times did people like me, Bethany, the Dead Men and others lay those bastards out last year? What the hell did they even accomplish other than scaring a few people before we left them laying? But I get it. I really do..."
One wouldn't go so far as to say that Sentinel is calming. There's edged fury in every word he speaks. But he's at least speaking evenly and coherently. Perhaps the anger is merely becoming focused.
Talon: "What's to get?"
Sentinel: "McBride was a dry run for these people. Let the rabid animal run free with minimal direction and resources, see what kind of chaos he kicks up and then, before he gets too big for his britches, put him down with utter predjudice. You get to see what your enemies are made of and at the same time let loose the red herring that makes people think the nightmare is over."
It's more snarl than smile on his stony face.
Sentinel: "Now the so-called mastermind struts back in with a couple new recruits, spouting the same rhetoric that he let loose years ago. Thinks he's doing the UWA and the world a favor or some shit. Thinks the place and the people in it are primed and ripe for the taking. He thinks too goddamn much."
Talon: "I'm not ready to see that happen again. Last time they ran roughshod you were out for a long time."
Sentinel: "Don't fucking remind me. No, scratch that..."
The champion glances at his wife.
Sentinel: "...make sure I never forget that. Motivation is motivation."
Talon: "A-All right..."
Back to the road, Sentinel grits his teeth noticably, pausing his rant to reach for a lidless bottle sitting in the cup holder and downing some of the contents.
Sentinel: "Which, I suppose, brings me to the little stalker prick."
One could certainly imagine Talon rolling her eyes if her tone is anything to go by.
Talon: "His type...just trash."
Sentinel: "This entire Monday evening coming up is about vengeance, both immediate and further down the line. By some misguided stroke of luck, Cole Hunter gets his first date with destiny at a moment when my attention is divided. But he shouldn't think that that means I've forgotten what he's done or the effect that it had on me. He might dodge the SCK because neither of them seem to be able to get their shit together and get out of trouble thanks to his backup, but once he's in that ring with me and the bell rings...that's when luck runs out.
I don't care who you are. You step into that ring with me and luck will leave you all alone in the goddamn aisle. Especially bottom-feeders like this guy."
Talon: So you do have a plan, then?"
Sentinel: "It goes like this:
He pats the steering wheel firmly.
Sentinel: "Monday night I ride this beast up to the front of the arena, park it right in front of the fucking steps and walk in the front goddamn doors. Out into the cheap seats, down the steps and into the ring. Belt over one shoulder, chip on the other and a microphone in my pocket. And once the music cuts, baby, the gauntlet gets thrown down.
I don't give a damn who they are; everyone in that locker room better have their ears on from Olivier all the way down to the fucking ring crew. There's two sides in this war, and make no mistake about my words because WAR is what it is, and they go like this: you're either on my side or you're going down. The Children, Ashley Kenyon, Cole Hunter...scum of the goddamn earth, preparing to be one with it when I grind them into the dirt like the insects that they are!"
If we could see her expression we'd know that Talon isn't sure what to make of all this. Still, she does her best to be the voice of reason.
Talon: "Just be careful, baby. Last time you tried to go at people like this, you had to go alone and it didn't end well."
Sentinel: "Keep reminding me of that..."
He speaks quietly when he says such, a brief moment of calm before he properly retorts.
Sentinel: "If they can't pick a side and stand on it like they have a backbone then I'd rather fight alone. Dead weight dragging me down is something I don't need. Some people I won't question...people like Bethany, for instance. But the rest? They have a choice to make. The last thing they want is me making it for them."
Talon: "...well, what about..."
Sentinel: "No, Ren. Shut it off. I'm done talking. I'll say what I need to say Monday night. Let Cole run his mouth if he wants to...get it all out of his system or whatever. Where he's concerned, my fists will do the talking."
An unseen nod of acquiescence before the promo is brought to an abrupt close.
