Post by Sentinel on Mar 19, 2014 9:52:27 GMT -6
- SCENE ONE -
LOCATION: Courtyard Marriott - Pasadena, CA
TIME: Tuesday, March 11th, 2014, 10:47am
PLAYERS: Sentinel, Talon, Aerynn Donnelly
The bright side of things. That's what folks tell others to look upon when things seem dark. It's supposed to urge us into positive thoughts and actions, to help us realize that things will get better with effort and a little hope. Those are the sorts of people who at this very moment should keep a large amount of distance from the Silent Destroyer. Leaning slightly against his 2014 Harley-Davidson Road King outside the front doors of Pasadena's Courtyard Marriott, the big man is gazing down at the Galaxy Note 3 in his palm. He has to be one of the few people on the planet whose hands actually make this phone look small...you know, the size of a normal smartphone. There's a voice emitting from it, a female one, but we can't make out what's being said before he cuts the recording off and glances toward the hotel doors over the top of his shades.
Nothing yet, apparently. His attention returns to the phone which notes that the text has indeed been sent. After a few moments, the device beeps and a new message comes through. So far, so good, then. Shouldn't be long now. So what about that bright side that was mentioned? Could it have something to do with the fact that Sentinel's team won the previous night? That despite the belly-crawling rich boy scum injuring his lady, Talon, they pulled through to beat the World Heavyweight Champion and her partner? It would have been more fitting had the little bastard stayed on the apron where he belonged, but no...he had to have his glory. The agitation is still etched on the features of The Silence Behind the Violence. A win is a win...that's another line they feed us.
Well, he won the match but he didn't beat the champion. Same as the champion won the four-way at Tragic Engagement but didn't beat him in the process. Fuck anyone who calls that semantics, the expression on Sentinel's face seems to say. They don't know his mind or his heart, nor do they see through his eyes. They don't wear his skin or live his life. They'd never make it two steps in his boots. Does that make his life a grander, more impressive thing than anyone else's? No, that makes it his life. That's all.
Moments after he tucks his phone into his jeans pocket, motion near the doors catches his eye. He looks up to find that the person he's waiting for has arrived. The view shifts and we see Aerynn Donnelly, the new UWA World Heavyweight Champion, approaching Sentinel. The big man watches her calmly, the strife of the past several weeks put on the back burner as their business had taken a hell of a turn as of late. When she's finally standing before him...well, it's not as if he's going to say hello. Instead, he mounts the bike and nods for her to climb on as well.
When she received a phone call from Samual telling her that Sentinel and Talon wanted to meet with her, well, to say it took her back was an understatement. But, she agreed none the less. She had come back from her morning workout and placed her own phone call to Logan and then Lia. Then got showered and changed. Now, now she walked out of the hotel. Gaze lifting just as Sentinel stood from his lean to nod at her and then mount the bike. She nodded lightly and did just that. As her arms slid around his waist, she tapped his waist lightly to let him know she was ready.
Pulling out of the lot and hitting the freeway, we watch them disappear into the traffic before fading to black. Cutting forward a bit, we see the same bike pulling into a roadside diner with a sign too faded to be read, at least from this vantage. Sentinel allows Aerynn to get off first before he follows, locking down the ride and making his way into the restaurant, assuming that she's going to follow. No sooner are they within then does a familiar redhead gesture to them from a corner booth. Sentinel takes a seat next to her, leaving the other side open for the champion. Talon, with some difficulty, addresses Aerynn.
Talon: "Thank you for joining us."
Her voice is a raspy whisper and she looks a far cry from the dangerous beauty the fans see every show. She looks...human. Once they reached the booth, Aerynn slid into the seat directly across from Talon and the Silent Giant. She nodded lightly to Talon as the woman spoke.
Aerynn Donnelly: "Of course. Seems to me we have a common 'enemy', if you will."
It was no secret that Aerynn detested Brody. And now that he's assulted Talon, yeah.. Brody was a LOT of things.. Brody had done a lot.. But this? No, not even Aerynn would stand for what he'd done to Talon. And for what? A skeez like Jezsika? Pffft, please. Then again, when you dredged the bottom of Skank Ocean, one can't expect to pull up a "Lady". Talon sniffs slightly at the use of the term 'enemy'. Sentinel's eyes narrow dangerously but he, obviously, says nothing.
Talon: "You have an enemy, Aerynn. Worley has an enemy. Sentinel..."
As if sensing his boiling fury, Talon puts a hand on the Destroyer's, squeezing his fingers and doing her best through that gesture to soothe him down to a more manageable level.
Talon: "...has a victim."
That would be the point she'd usually smirk or at least smile. Instead her expression remains flat and serious.
Talon: "If this is how Brody responds to honest respect then we shall have to be careful about whom we profess such regard to in the future. He has essentially left my Destroyer without a voice..."
It was Aerynn's turn to smirk this time. One couldn't be sure if it was from digust, or sarcasm.
Aerynn Donnelly: "Yer 'respect' is rather misguided, Talon. An' I think we both know it."
She sat back against the booth and looked from Talon to Sentinel and back again.
Aerynn Donnelly: "I dinna give one wit if ye respect me 'r not. But tae give respect tae someone like Broderick Montgomery? I'm not surprised tha'..."
She motioned to ALL of Talon.
Aerynn Donnelly: "...happened."
She leaned forward and placed herforearms on the table. Dark eyes leveling on Talon. And not tearing away.
Aerynn Donnelly: "This is Brody, we're talkin' 'bout, Talon. Ye dinna know him like I do. An' I have a feelin', ye'd've not listened if I tried tae tell ye otherwise.. Before hand."
She straightened up.
Aerynn Donnelly: "So, tha' brings me tae me next question.. Why am I here?"
Talon: "To discuss business. As loathe as I am to even suggest this, there are no other options. Every word, every syllable, takes great effort for me right now. For purposes of what is to come, we require use of your voice."
To anyone else that would sound a little silly. A part of Aerynn truly felt bad for Talon. And, by proxy, Sentinel. No woman should be harmed at the hands, or cock, of Broderick Montgomery. And those who choose to willingly allow themselves to be.. Well, Whatever happened/happens to them.. Is their own damn fault. Aerynn had a hard time trying to garner real sympathy, though. She hadn't truly suffered at the hands of Sentinel, not really. But she also detested Talon for other reasons. However, those feelings were easy for her to lock away in her mental closet.. For the time being, anyways.
She looked to Talon once again and arched a brow.
Aerynn Donnelly: "So, ye need me tae play puppet."
Brutal, but honest nonetheless.
Talon: "I need you to accept his presence until our business is settled. Make no mistake, 'champ'..."
There was acid in that singular word. Talon, it seemed, had some of the same feelings about Aerynn.
Talon: "...if there were any other option I would seek it first. There is no love lost between you and I. You can think whatever you want of me because it makes no difference. That goes both ways, I am certain. But as you alluded to yourself, the enemy of our enemy and all that rot."
She coughed slightly at first, then more harshly. Sentinel turned toward Talon with concern on those usually-stony features but she waved it off and took a sip from the steaming mug before her. In a moment the fit quelled and she locked eyes on Aerynn again.
Talon: "Once the match is over, do as you will."
It was true. The animosity between the two women.. Well, you could cut it with a knife and pull it away clean, it was so thick. But, Aerynn also knew when to take advantage of a situation. Contrary to popular belief among those gathered, Aerynn was rather intelligent. Oh, if only people knew what she was planning behind the scenes as they sat there. A simple, yet Heath Ledger Joker-ish, crossed her lips.
Aerynn Donnelly: "I think, come this Mayhem, Broderick will be surprised tha' he's poked a sleeping beast. Not only in me, but in Sentinel as well."
She looked to the man in which she spoke of. Then back to the red-headed harpy herself.
Aerynn Donnelly: "Give me three days. Three days an' then we'll destroy tha lil boy who claims tae be King."
Talon: "Fine. You have his number."
Talon excused herself then, whispering something in Sentinel's ear before she departed. She must have come in her own vehicle. Sentinel, meanwhile, retook his seat and stared at his folded hands. Something inside the man was fighting to escape and one could almost feel the heat emanating off of him. Those instruments of destruction sought the throat of one Broderick Montgomery III...but did they seek that of Aerynn as well?
Somehow...that just seemed unlikely.
Aerynn nodded lightly as Talon agreed to give her three days and then left. She watched Talon saunter away and then looked back at Sentinel. She stayed quiet for a few minutes as she noticed the look in his gaze. She knew that look only too well. Especially since she's had it a time or ten.
Aerynn Donnelly: "I know tha' look."
She nodded towards him.
Aerynn Donnelly: "I dinna pretend tae know whot ye an' her are all 'bout. But, I know tha look o' hatred an' determination. Ye want tae end him 'cause he put his hands on yer woman. Yer mate."
She shifted her gaze to look out the window.
Aerynn Donnelly: "I get it. More than anyone knows 'r could understand."
No one outside of Brody and Pauly knew about Aerynn's dad. Or what Brody had done to get Aerynn to come and work for him. Or why she put up with even a miniscule quarter of bullshit she did from the Boy Prince. But she already had plans put in motion to secure her exodus from the clutches of Broderick Montgomery III.
She looked back at Sentinel and nodded lightly.
Aerynn Donnelly: "Three days. I'll call ye wit' a place an' time tae meet in two days."
When she spoke those final words, Sentinel nodded slightly and rose to his feet. Already sensing reluctance from the woman, he beckoned her toward him regardless. When she braved those few steps he leaned down slightly and paused for a few seconds before rising again. She was indeed reluctant. But moved towards him nonetheless. And then he stood and leaned down towards her...and suddenly, her face went from mildly amused, to full on wide-eyed shock. Giving her a polite nod, he turned on his heel and exited the diner, awaiting her following of him outside to give her a ride back to the hotel. She turned and looked at him as he turned to head outside.
Aerynn Donnelly: "...son o' a bitch..."
...and outside she headed. Two days later, as promised, Sentinel recieved a text message on his phone.
"Carson City, NV. 4pm. Daryl's Den."
Was the only thing it said. But, he'd know who it was from.
Shutting off the phone's screen after getting the message, Sentinel starts up the bike and peels off down the highway. We cut to just a few minutes before four as Sentinel walks in the door of the pub. All eyes are on him immediately but that's just how it goes when you're as monstrous of a man as he is. He sweeps the occupants once, spots Aerynn and makes his way over to her. The first thing he'd notice was.. There was something dangerously different about Aerynn. But also, sitting on the table in front of her was a manila envelope. When she heard the pub go suddenly quiet, she looked up to see Sentinel making his way toward her. She raised a mug of Guinness up and took a drink. That done, she motioned for him to take a seat in front of her. When the server came to the table upon seeing him sit, Sentinel gestured to Aerynn's glass before turning his attention on her. His gaze dropped to the envelope, then looked back to her quizzically. She waited for him to order whatever he was drinking (a Guinness like her, apparently) and then followed his quizzical gaze to the envelope.
A smile formed.
Aerynn Donnelly: "We'll get tae tha' in a moment. Enjoy yer drink, first."
She figured since he entrusted her to hear him actually speak, she could entrust him to this. She waited until the waitress brought out Sentinel's drink and lifted it up in a sort of cheer.
Aerynn Donnelly: "Slainte."
She said before lifting the mug up and taking a drink. Sitting it down, she pushed the envelope toward him.
Aerynn Donnelly: "Fer tha past few months, I've been building up a file on Broderick."
She slid the envelope towards him. It was bulging.
Aerynn Donnelly: "Talon is far from tha first woman he's harmed. Albiet, she's tha first one he's harmed physically. In this are copies o' tha women he's taken advantage of. In jus' tha past few months alone."
She looked at him.
Aerynn Donnelly: "Ye've reason 'nough wit' whot he did tae Talon. I've more reason fer whot he's done tae these hundreds o' women."
It was personal for Aerynn. More personal than anyone would ever know. It went deeper than her father and his care.
Aerynn Donnelly: "He's not focused. Oh, he pretends tae be. Tae try an' throw me, an' his opponents, off. But I know him better 'an tha'. Right now, he's focused on tryin' tae get tha' skeez o' a wife o' his tae try an' make their faux marriage work."
She tapped the envelope.
Aerynn Donnelly: "Also, there's a list o' his businesses tha' are in trouble. An' ripe fer a hostile take o'er. I dinna have tha' kind o' money.. But, I'm willin' tae bet ye do."
She tilted her head slightly as she waited for his response. Sentinel slammed quite a bit of that powerful Irish ale, no stranger to the good stuff. As she explained, he perused the contents of the envelope, nodding where appropriate, listening to her every word. Did he have the money and the means? Absolutely and he responded with a nod to her implication. Putting the envelope contents back down on the table, he drew a pencil from his pocket and started jotting down notes here and there...women in cities where he had contacts, businesses that he could help her with...the whole shebang.
Pushing the appropriate papers back to her, he allowed her time to look over his notes while he sipped on the remnants of his ale. She took a drink as he wrote down notes and such. When he pushed the papers back to her, she sat her own mug down and began to look them over. Nodding here and there, she reached over and took his pencil and began to make her own notes in the margins. Looking at some cities and placing a star by them and then crossing others out.
Aerynn Donnelly: "Not his type...too prissy..."
...were just a couple of the comments as she relooked over everything. She glanced up.
Aerynn Donnelly: "I'm goin' back through tha women tae see which he'd be most likely tae try a second go-'round wit'."
She smirked.
Aerynn Donnelly: "If anythin', Brody is a creature o' habit. He canna resist a woman o' loose... morals."
Glancing up to Sentinel.
Aerynn Donnelly: "'R a woman tha' he knows will piss his opponent off. I.E: Talon."
She wanted to make sure he knew that she wasn't insulting Talon.. At least not by calling her a whore, anyways. Nodding to indicate that he got her meaning, they spent a little while going over their notes (and another beer or two), before settling on a few that suited their needs. As they continued their meeting, a text message came through on Sentinel's phone. He swept his fingertip along the screen and his expression hardened considerably. This gets Aerynn's attention and Sentinel passes the phone to her to see the message.
"Doctor says three months. Have to figure out what to do. Headed home."
The name at the top? Talon. She looked at the phone, read the message and then looked up to Sentinel.
Aerynn Donnelly: "Her throat."
Aerynn frowned at that. It wasn't a question, it was a confirmation of what she, Talon, was meaning. She sat there for a moment and thought...
Aerynn Donnelly: "I have an idea..."
And then she went into telling him the idea...at which point the feed cuts to black. Shortly after, a spotlight-illuminated Sentinel, standing in an empty room, stares coldly at the camera. Someone's voice speaks in the background...unrecognizable and, from the sounds of it, electronically remixed for just that purpose.
?: "The hour grows close. We shall keep this message short and to the point:"
Amusement lingers in the voice, that much we can tell. Sentinel doesn't look to be in a jovial mood, though. Standing in his ring gear, we can see every muscle tense on his powerful frame...especially those of his arms and hands. He seeks destruction like never before. He seeks to bring pain. No one in his path is safe.
?: "Broderick Montgomery, your fate is sealed. You shall survive this war but know beyond any doubt that it is only by the grace and will of the Silent Destroyer that you do so. Foregoing the pleasure of feeling flesh tear and bone crack within his hands, he will only make you suffer enough so that you might not answer the proper count. You will survive, scum, until such time as the Silent Destroyer feels the moment is apropo to rend you to pieces, hanging your remains as a warning for any who seek to draw his attention through the unwarranted means of assaulting those he considers kin.
Oliver's decree, your money and all the security in the world won't save you from this. Your partners are even less likely to do so. Pauly has twice now suffered defeat at the hands of the force of nature before you. We are not ignorant of his improvement of late but he is not a stupid man. He knows. He can look into these eyes as surely as you can, Brody. He does not wish the wrath reserved for you to in any part be directed upon his person. You are not worth that to him or anyone. Especially not Gabriel Krown who in another lifetime found himself brutalized to a vicious degree by Sentinel already.
You see, coward, no matter where you turn the end result will be the same. Even the slimmest victory against the odds before you will only exacerbate future sufferings. A smarter man would turn and run, but you've nowhere near the self-preservation or presence of mind to do that, do you? Or is it pride? Perhaps you're thinking that, like so many other things, you can throw flesh and money in the way of you problems to make them go away? No, Brody, it shall not be so. First, Mayhem. Then, at that blissful moment in the so-very-near future, the end. You brought this on yourself."
Sentinel nods once to punctuate the message...and then the image fades for the final time.
- END -
