Truth, Consequences and Championships: Part II
Oct 26, 2013 21:45:50 GMT -4
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Post by Sentinel on Oct 26, 2013 21:45:50 GMT -4
The hum of a powerful engine almost reaches our brains before the sight set before us does: in the back of a large SUV, perhaps an Escalade or an Expedition, sit two women. One we know as Talon, a member of The Unforgiven. Swathed in a black business suit that accentuates more than highs her considerable physical assets, she looks comfortable yet wary as she sits next to another woman. Her companion is of Mediterranean extract with black hair falling past her shoulders and an olive tone to her flesh. She sits very properly, very ladylike, next to the older half of the Sisters of Suffering, swathed in a light gray suit of her own though a far more modest one. It is she that breaks the silence in the early going...
Francesca: "You know why we picked you up today, correct?"
Talon doesn't look toward, but rather away, from the gray-clad woman, gazing out the window as we go to a hazy recollection of the recent past...
...to Talon and Sentinel exiting their hotel and finding themselves come face to face with the same trio that chased, or tried to chase, Zachariah Blood, Lady Rayne and Tyler Harrison days prior…save for the lady. Sentinel takes a step forward, his arm extending to motion Talon behind him when the biggest of the three steps forward. Same hoodie, same black jeans. He walks right up to Sentinel, whom he has height and weight on, and speaks quietly.
?: "We already know and wish only to talk. If you’ve nothing to hide, come with us."
Talon pushes Sentinel's arm down and comes to stand beside him despite his trepidation. She looks right at the hooded man.
Talon: "You assure our well-being, then?"
?: "I do."
Talon looks up at Sentinel who hasn't taken his eyes off the hooded man. Alessandro watches them like a hawk while the woman simply stands there, looking serene. The Silent Destroyer nods once, prompting Talon to nod in response.
Talon: "We accept."
Cutting back to the (much clearer) present, Talon responds to the woman sitting next to her.
Talon: "Something we had nothing to do with, yet are linked to by association. Our safety is assured, as our former benefactor stated, but knowing what you already know I see little purpose in us talking at all."
Francesca: "Because we attempted to deal with the other half of your group a few days ago, yet they escaped us. They are desperate and will not hesitate to act in violent, dangerous ways to keep themselves out of our grasp. Your new little...friend...was invaluable in their retreat."
That gets Talon's attention right away.
Talon: "Tyler?"
Francesca: "So that's his name. Hm. Not a bad young man but with the wrong crowd...present company included."
Francesca gets a look flashed her way but she continues unabated.
Francesca: "How he will factor into this we cannot fathom. His future is cloudy. Yours, however, is not. There are two distinct paths that this situation could take. One staves off the comeuppance for a little while...the other invites it as well as collateral damage that you may or may not be prepared to deal with, but that WE are."
Talon: "The tag title match."
Francesca: "Yes."
The camera pans around a bit and we see the bald man-mountain, Alessandro, driving the vehicle. The hooded man sits in the passenger seat and both are silent as is Sentinel who sits in the middle seat. Both women look to the trio of silence and have opposing expressions of eye-rolling humor and concerned contemplation. The conversation as it is stays between them.
Talon: "Makes it even more of a must-win situation."
Francesca: "Yes."
Talon: "What now, then?"
Francesca: "We take you to your destination and you take care of business.”
Talon: "Just like that?"
Francesca: "We've said what we needed to say. You know the situation now. Beyond that, I offer this advice:"
Talon's crimson brow elevates as Francesca turns her way, looking severe.
Francesca: "In the end, you'll become what you should have been from the start. But the path leads through suffering."
Talon: "Nothing new to us."
Francesca: "Figured you might say that."
A deep voice comes from up ahead in the front area.
Alessandro: "We're here."
The tinted windows offer us nothing in the way of a view of their destination and the camera scrupulously avoids gazing out the open door as Sentinel and Talon exit the vehicle. Without a word, the door is closed and they're left standing with their bags over their shoulders.
Talon: "Time to go to work."
From black...
...to more black and then back to light. As Talon and Sentinel walk down a wide, mostly-empty hallway, they're quickly met by Tyler Harrison who comes running up as though expecting them.
Tyler Harrison: "Hey, you made it! We were starting to wonder!"
Talon nods politely at Tyler, looking past him to the door he just exited. Sentinel locks his attention on the smaller man for a moment before walking past. Tyler looks after him, slightly confused.
Tyler Harrison: "Uh, bad morning?"
Talon: "Something like that. Shake it off, though. We've work to do."
Tyler Harrison: "Yes, ma'am. Everything is getting set up. Might as well meet the others, yeah?"
Tyler heads back into the room and Talon follows closely behind him, taking a deep breath before stepping through the door just after Tyler.
The scene opens back up for the final time with most of the room shrouded in darkness. Four chairs sit under four spotlights, each one empty. There is motion in the shadows, subtle but apparent, but we hear voices before we see any of The Unforgiven step forward.
Talon: "NewGen, Dying Breed...unless you simply don't pay attention to anything outside your little spheres of influence you have known ever since we first appeared on APW television that we would be coming for the World Tag Team Titles. That moment is nigh and the birth of The Unforgiven's reign is all but inevitable. Thus far, neither of your sides in this world-breaking war over the gold have proven that you have what it takes to stop us from making our goals reality."
Lady Rayne: "Wins and defeats have been passed back and forth between our sides in matches of various types, sometimes with interlopers making their presences known. Through all this we have seen friendships crumble, shifts in allegiance and the lengths to which some will go for the sweet taste of success. We would say that we've been surprised by what has transpired, but that would be telling a falsehood. The Unforgiven deals in truth."
Zachariah Blood: "And that's why you hate us, whether you say so explicity or not. You hate the fact that we're honest about what we do and how we do it without fear or favor. The social norms that bind your actions and censor your messages to the masses have no hold on we. As you constantly fluctuate with your in-ring styles and your attitudes all to try and gain the upper hand, we have stayed the course, sticking with what works. Honest addresses, unbridled brutality and laser-like focus on the prize we seek have been our stock-in-trade. And while the fans hate us as much as you do, the fact remains that we're the only ones you can trust."
Each vocal member of the group speaks, and as they do they come forward behind the chairs. From left to right, Rayne, Blood, Sentinel and Talon come forward in their ring gear, looking as intense as they ever have.
Zachariah Blood: "No one has had right or reason to question where we've been coming from. From the start we made it clear that we were going to hurt the four of you. Dying Breed snuck past us with the titles last time we fought for them, those ignorant bigots Sang Réal being involved. NewGen might be a step up from Connor and Murphy but as we've shown leading up to Sunday night, one step doesn't amount to a whole fuck of a lot."
Blood and Rayne come around to sit in their respective seats. Talon remains where she is, as does Sentinel, with the former continuing the message.
Talon: "You laughed in our faces when we tried to tell you the truth, NewGen, of how the Dying Breed were using you as meat shields to try and preserve their reign. And you laughed in our faces like the petulant children that you are. Then you turn a double back-burner and leave them to die against us in the ring on Asylum. And people are supposed to support you and believe that you can be champions? Claiming it was all part of some master plan doesn't obfuscate the fact that, quite simply, you're desperate. After weeks of running afoul of us inside the ring and out, you felt the need to switch gears to put both us and the champions on the defensive.
And the end result? We won a match we would have won anyway despite our partners and you shattered any support from the plebians that you might have had before. Couple that with the fact that now the champions want your blood and you've just made our job that much easier. Well done, boys. You didn't use anyone or anything, least of all your brains. You're too young and too cocky to be champions at this point in your careers. Not enough scars on your flesh and pints of crimson soaked into the canvas for you to truly feel the fire inside necessary to hold titles like the ones the Dying Breed will soon drop to us. Meanwhile, the four of you are put in the inevitable but undesirable, for you, position of having to admit that we were right."
Sentinel walks around and takes his seat next to Blood while Talon paces a bit, looking over her shoulder after a moment to the newly-minted fifth member of the group who steps forward. It's probably the best Tyler Harrison has looked in a dog's age: the tailored black suit works for him and the young man looks, put simply, impeccable. He moves to stand behind the fourth chair, arms folded across his chest.
Tyler Harrison: "Don't blame us for your not seeing this coming. Even I wanted to pull for some of you guys through all this and that was after these people took me in and liberated me from being Aubrey Parker's lap dog."
Talon nods knowingly, her hand briefly set upon Tyler's shoulder.
Tyler Harrison: "In just a few weeks on their side, they've done more for me than anyone ever has in my career. This Sunday, they're going to do APW a bigger solid by giving this company and its fans World Tag Team Champions that they can believe in. You might not like us, but you'll damn well respect us and when those titles are around the waists of Blood and Sentinel, you will worship us."
It's a little over the top as Rayne's expression indicates, but Zachariah nods in satisfaction at Tyler's comments and Talon gestures for the young man to take the fourth seat. She takes a stand behind and between Blood and Sentinel, a hand on each of their shoulders.
Talon: "I couldn't have said it any sweeter. NewGen's desperation will be their undoing as well as that of the champions if what Hopkins put to the masses is any indicator. Let it be known here and now that we take no pleasure in what happened to Ramirez's wrestling school. There's desperation and then there's twisting the knife in the wound. Hollywood and Savage crossed that line and took a piss all over it.
Do we like that? No.
Would we ever go that far? No.
Will we make full use of the effects? You're damn right."
She lets those words sink in for a moment.
Talon: "Don't insult us though, Hopkins, by talking about 'not forgetting' us. You're still hopped up on rage from NewGen's twisted actions. You keep dwelling on it and letting it fester until you don't see anything BUT those two secondhand pyromaniacs. You're psychologically galvanized on those two and, being honest, if something similar happened to our side, we would be too. The point is that we've covered our asses all the way up to One Night in Hell. We took some chances and put ourselves in danger, throwing ourselves at the four of you to deliver as much damage as possible. And the consequences have been painful a time or two but the effects have been better than we imagined."
Talon allows a thin smile to upturn her red-painted lips.
Talon: "Two battered challengers digging their own grave by making this match personal and two weathered champions dealing with loss in the only way they know how. The door is opened wide for The Unforgiven to step forth and claim the gold. And in between hand-delivering destruction to the four of you, we've been, shall we say, strategizing."
Zachariah Blood: "After all, we chose the match that we'll all compete in Sunday night. And Japan? This is where I cut my teeth early in the wrestling business...figuratively and literally. Around here, boys, a punch in the mouth is how they say hello. A slap in the face is an honor. Imagine what me driving my knee into your jaw is going to be considered? Consider what Sentinel driving you into the mat from seven feet up is going to invoke within these people? These are a warrior people dating back hundreds of years though some of that fight is long gone. Here, they respect what people like us can do. But they have no love for people who can't protect their own and cowards who take the low road, striking down the defensless."
Lady Rayne: "In other words, this country was made for people like us. And in our kind of match, in a country that caters to our level of violence..."
She trails off but the message is clear. Nonetheless, Zachariah states it for the slow types.
Zachariah Blood: "Our turf, our rules. Advantage: Unforgiven."
Talon starts to pace a little behind the chairs again before stopping behind Sentinel, leaning upon him.
Talon: "Do you get it yet? Do you understand the situation you're all in? I would love to stand here and tell you all how much we respect what you've done, maybe give this message a little color other than blood red, but I can't. Hollywood, you've been nothing but an opportunistic punk since you walked into this company, talking more shit than you could ever back up. Sentinel hasn't forgotten how he smeared you across the canvas the moment you tripped into the ring. And Savage? How many times do you have to be driven almost through the canvas before it dawns on you just how dangerous we are? As a team, you're effective...better than the sum of your parts. But that still doesn't come close to us and we've proven that time and again.
The Dying Breed we can't be as harsh to because, well, they're one of the few teams here to actually beat us. But they're on shaky legs and borrowed time. What you did to them, NewGen, won't be forgotten. And long after we've lifted the gold from the well-tenured champions, they'll still be after your blood. You didn't get the edge on anyone. Instead, you started a blood feud that will take years off your respective careers. Was it worth it? Time will tell but the five of us will enjoy the carnage, I promise you that."
Lady Rayne: "There's nothing more to say as far as I'm concerned. You're looking at the next APW World Tag Team Champions. Ask anyone on the street or backstage and they'll tell you the same."
Blood and Sentinel nod knowingly at this, prompting a wicked smile from Talon.
Talon: "The names of those who have fallen before us is leigon. Terry Marvin, Sang Réal, Chris Madison, Logan Alexander...and that only counts PART of what we've done HERE. What are you, Savage and Hollywood, to someone like Terry Marvin? Next to nothing. Towel boys standing next to the star quarterback, a man we've left in a twitching pile on the mat more than once. And you, Dying Breed? Yes, you're champions and one of your number even lifted a title from Logan...though if memory serves that was after we decimated him...but why let details get in the way of your success, right?"
Tyler cuts in, much to their surprise.
Tyler Harrison: "Because those details expose your weakness. To this very moment you still wake up in pain, spending an extra few minutes in a hot shower willing your bodies to work properly because of what MY friends have done to you lately. You better sleep with those titles, 'cause it's the last time you'll be spending with them after One Night in Hell!"
Lady Rayne: "From the mouth of the new guy."
Zachariah Blood: "Even Tyler sees what the rest of you stay up nights ignoring."
All four rise and Talon comes around to the other side of Tyler, completing the lineup.
Talon: "But ignorance won't save you. One Night in Hell is our Stairway to Heaven. At the end of the night, The Unforgiven will have reached the first of their goals here in APW and we will watch with glee as the wrestling world collectively gasps in awe at the state we leave you four in. Happiness...that will only multiply as reality sets in among the rest of the teams here when they face the cold, hard reality following our grand victory:
That they may never touch those tag title belts again. You'll feel it too, boys. I promise."
The last image is of the full group standing ready for combat as the scene fades to black.
Francesca: "You know why we picked you up today, correct?"
Talon doesn't look toward, but rather away, from the gray-clad woman, gazing out the window as we go to a hazy recollection of the recent past...
...to Talon and Sentinel exiting their hotel and finding themselves come face to face with the same trio that chased, or tried to chase, Zachariah Blood, Lady Rayne and Tyler Harrison days prior…save for the lady. Sentinel takes a step forward, his arm extending to motion Talon behind him when the biggest of the three steps forward. Same hoodie, same black jeans. He walks right up to Sentinel, whom he has height and weight on, and speaks quietly.
?: "We already know and wish only to talk. If you’ve nothing to hide, come with us."
Talon pushes Sentinel's arm down and comes to stand beside him despite his trepidation. She looks right at the hooded man.
Talon: "You assure our well-being, then?"
?: "I do."
Talon looks up at Sentinel who hasn't taken his eyes off the hooded man. Alessandro watches them like a hawk while the woman simply stands there, looking serene. The Silent Destroyer nods once, prompting Talon to nod in response.
Talon: "We accept."
Cutting back to the (much clearer) present, Talon responds to the woman sitting next to her.
Talon: "Something we had nothing to do with, yet are linked to by association. Our safety is assured, as our former benefactor stated, but knowing what you already know I see little purpose in us talking at all."
Francesca: "Because we attempted to deal with the other half of your group a few days ago, yet they escaped us. They are desperate and will not hesitate to act in violent, dangerous ways to keep themselves out of our grasp. Your new little...friend...was invaluable in their retreat."
That gets Talon's attention right away.
Talon: "Tyler?"
Francesca: "So that's his name. Hm. Not a bad young man but with the wrong crowd...present company included."
Francesca gets a look flashed her way but she continues unabated.
Francesca: "How he will factor into this we cannot fathom. His future is cloudy. Yours, however, is not. There are two distinct paths that this situation could take. One staves off the comeuppance for a little while...the other invites it as well as collateral damage that you may or may not be prepared to deal with, but that WE are."
Talon: "The tag title match."
Francesca: "Yes."
The camera pans around a bit and we see the bald man-mountain, Alessandro, driving the vehicle. The hooded man sits in the passenger seat and both are silent as is Sentinel who sits in the middle seat. Both women look to the trio of silence and have opposing expressions of eye-rolling humor and concerned contemplation. The conversation as it is stays between them.
Talon: "Makes it even more of a must-win situation."
Francesca: "Yes."
Talon: "What now, then?"
Francesca: "We take you to your destination and you take care of business.”
Talon: "Just like that?"
Francesca: "We've said what we needed to say. You know the situation now. Beyond that, I offer this advice:"
Talon's crimson brow elevates as Francesca turns her way, looking severe.
Francesca: "In the end, you'll become what you should have been from the start. But the path leads through suffering."
Talon: "Nothing new to us."
Francesca: "Figured you might say that."
A deep voice comes from up ahead in the front area.
Alessandro: "We're here."
The tinted windows offer us nothing in the way of a view of their destination and the camera scrupulously avoids gazing out the open door as Sentinel and Talon exit the vehicle. Without a word, the door is closed and they're left standing with their bags over their shoulders.
Talon: "Time to go to work."
From black...
...to more black and then back to light. As Talon and Sentinel walk down a wide, mostly-empty hallway, they're quickly met by Tyler Harrison who comes running up as though expecting them.
Tyler Harrison: "Hey, you made it! We were starting to wonder!"
Talon nods politely at Tyler, looking past him to the door he just exited. Sentinel locks his attention on the smaller man for a moment before walking past. Tyler looks after him, slightly confused.
Tyler Harrison: "Uh, bad morning?"
Talon: "Something like that. Shake it off, though. We've work to do."
Tyler Harrison: "Yes, ma'am. Everything is getting set up. Might as well meet the others, yeah?"
Tyler heads back into the room and Talon follows closely behind him, taking a deep breath before stepping through the door just after Tyler.
The scene opens back up for the final time with most of the room shrouded in darkness. Four chairs sit under four spotlights, each one empty. There is motion in the shadows, subtle but apparent, but we hear voices before we see any of The Unforgiven step forward.
Talon: "NewGen, Dying Breed...unless you simply don't pay attention to anything outside your little spheres of influence you have known ever since we first appeared on APW television that we would be coming for the World Tag Team Titles. That moment is nigh and the birth of The Unforgiven's reign is all but inevitable. Thus far, neither of your sides in this world-breaking war over the gold have proven that you have what it takes to stop us from making our goals reality."
Lady Rayne: "Wins and defeats have been passed back and forth between our sides in matches of various types, sometimes with interlopers making their presences known. Through all this we have seen friendships crumble, shifts in allegiance and the lengths to which some will go for the sweet taste of success. We would say that we've been surprised by what has transpired, but that would be telling a falsehood. The Unforgiven deals in truth."
Zachariah Blood: "And that's why you hate us, whether you say so explicity or not. You hate the fact that we're honest about what we do and how we do it without fear or favor. The social norms that bind your actions and censor your messages to the masses have no hold on we. As you constantly fluctuate with your in-ring styles and your attitudes all to try and gain the upper hand, we have stayed the course, sticking with what works. Honest addresses, unbridled brutality and laser-like focus on the prize we seek have been our stock-in-trade. And while the fans hate us as much as you do, the fact remains that we're the only ones you can trust."
Each vocal member of the group speaks, and as they do they come forward behind the chairs. From left to right, Rayne, Blood, Sentinel and Talon come forward in their ring gear, looking as intense as they ever have.
Zachariah Blood: "No one has had right or reason to question where we've been coming from. From the start we made it clear that we were going to hurt the four of you. Dying Breed snuck past us with the titles last time we fought for them, those ignorant bigots Sang Réal being involved. NewGen might be a step up from Connor and Murphy but as we've shown leading up to Sunday night, one step doesn't amount to a whole fuck of a lot."
Blood and Rayne come around to sit in their respective seats. Talon remains where she is, as does Sentinel, with the former continuing the message.
Talon: "You laughed in our faces when we tried to tell you the truth, NewGen, of how the Dying Breed were using you as meat shields to try and preserve their reign. And you laughed in our faces like the petulant children that you are. Then you turn a double back-burner and leave them to die against us in the ring on Asylum. And people are supposed to support you and believe that you can be champions? Claiming it was all part of some master plan doesn't obfuscate the fact that, quite simply, you're desperate. After weeks of running afoul of us inside the ring and out, you felt the need to switch gears to put both us and the champions on the defensive.
And the end result? We won a match we would have won anyway despite our partners and you shattered any support from the plebians that you might have had before. Couple that with the fact that now the champions want your blood and you've just made our job that much easier. Well done, boys. You didn't use anyone or anything, least of all your brains. You're too young and too cocky to be champions at this point in your careers. Not enough scars on your flesh and pints of crimson soaked into the canvas for you to truly feel the fire inside necessary to hold titles like the ones the Dying Breed will soon drop to us. Meanwhile, the four of you are put in the inevitable but undesirable, for you, position of having to admit that we were right."
Sentinel walks around and takes his seat next to Blood while Talon paces a bit, looking over her shoulder after a moment to the newly-minted fifth member of the group who steps forward. It's probably the best Tyler Harrison has looked in a dog's age: the tailored black suit works for him and the young man looks, put simply, impeccable. He moves to stand behind the fourth chair, arms folded across his chest.
Tyler Harrison: "Don't blame us for your not seeing this coming. Even I wanted to pull for some of you guys through all this and that was after these people took me in and liberated me from being Aubrey Parker's lap dog."
Talon nods knowingly, her hand briefly set upon Tyler's shoulder.
Tyler Harrison: "In just a few weeks on their side, they've done more for me than anyone ever has in my career. This Sunday, they're going to do APW a bigger solid by giving this company and its fans World Tag Team Champions that they can believe in. You might not like us, but you'll damn well respect us and when those titles are around the waists of Blood and Sentinel, you will worship us."
It's a little over the top as Rayne's expression indicates, but Zachariah nods in satisfaction at Tyler's comments and Talon gestures for the young man to take the fourth seat. She takes a stand behind and between Blood and Sentinel, a hand on each of their shoulders.
Talon: "I couldn't have said it any sweeter. NewGen's desperation will be their undoing as well as that of the champions if what Hopkins put to the masses is any indicator. Let it be known here and now that we take no pleasure in what happened to Ramirez's wrestling school. There's desperation and then there's twisting the knife in the wound. Hollywood and Savage crossed that line and took a piss all over it.
Do we like that? No.
Would we ever go that far? No.
Will we make full use of the effects? You're damn right."
She lets those words sink in for a moment.
Talon: "Don't insult us though, Hopkins, by talking about 'not forgetting' us. You're still hopped up on rage from NewGen's twisted actions. You keep dwelling on it and letting it fester until you don't see anything BUT those two secondhand pyromaniacs. You're psychologically galvanized on those two and, being honest, if something similar happened to our side, we would be too. The point is that we've covered our asses all the way up to One Night in Hell. We took some chances and put ourselves in danger, throwing ourselves at the four of you to deliver as much damage as possible. And the consequences have been painful a time or two but the effects have been better than we imagined."
Talon allows a thin smile to upturn her red-painted lips.
Talon: "Two battered challengers digging their own grave by making this match personal and two weathered champions dealing with loss in the only way they know how. The door is opened wide for The Unforgiven to step forth and claim the gold. And in between hand-delivering destruction to the four of you, we've been, shall we say, strategizing."
Zachariah Blood: "After all, we chose the match that we'll all compete in Sunday night. And Japan? This is where I cut my teeth early in the wrestling business...figuratively and literally. Around here, boys, a punch in the mouth is how they say hello. A slap in the face is an honor. Imagine what me driving my knee into your jaw is going to be considered? Consider what Sentinel driving you into the mat from seven feet up is going to invoke within these people? These are a warrior people dating back hundreds of years though some of that fight is long gone. Here, they respect what people like us can do. But they have no love for people who can't protect their own and cowards who take the low road, striking down the defensless."
Lady Rayne: "In other words, this country was made for people like us. And in our kind of match, in a country that caters to our level of violence..."
She trails off but the message is clear. Nonetheless, Zachariah states it for the slow types.
Zachariah Blood: "Our turf, our rules. Advantage: Unforgiven."
Talon starts to pace a little behind the chairs again before stopping behind Sentinel, leaning upon him.
Talon: "Do you get it yet? Do you understand the situation you're all in? I would love to stand here and tell you all how much we respect what you've done, maybe give this message a little color other than blood red, but I can't. Hollywood, you've been nothing but an opportunistic punk since you walked into this company, talking more shit than you could ever back up. Sentinel hasn't forgotten how he smeared you across the canvas the moment you tripped into the ring. And Savage? How many times do you have to be driven almost through the canvas before it dawns on you just how dangerous we are? As a team, you're effective...better than the sum of your parts. But that still doesn't come close to us and we've proven that time and again.
The Dying Breed we can't be as harsh to because, well, they're one of the few teams here to actually beat us. But they're on shaky legs and borrowed time. What you did to them, NewGen, won't be forgotten. And long after we've lifted the gold from the well-tenured champions, they'll still be after your blood. You didn't get the edge on anyone. Instead, you started a blood feud that will take years off your respective careers. Was it worth it? Time will tell but the five of us will enjoy the carnage, I promise you that."
Lady Rayne: "There's nothing more to say as far as I'm concerned. You're looking at the next APW World Tag Team Champions. Ask anyone on the street or backstage and they'll tell you the same."
Blood and Sentinel nod knowingly at this, prompting a wicked smile from Talon.
Talon: "The names of those who have fallen before us is leigon. Terry Marvin, Sang Réal, Chris Madison, Logan Alexander...and that only counts PART of what we've done HERE. What are you, Savage and Hollywood, to someone like Terry Marvin? Next to nothing. Towel boys standing next to the star quarterback, a man we've left in a twitching pile on the mat more than once. And you, Dying Breed? Yes, you're champions and one of your number even lifted a title from Logan...though if memory serves that was after we decimated him...but why let details get in the way of your success, right?"
Tyler cuts in, much to their surprise.
Tyler Harrison: "Because those details expose your weakness. To this very moment you still wake up in pain, spending an extra few minutes in a hot shower willing your bodies to work properly because of what MY friends have done to you lately. You better sleep with those titles, 'cause it's the last time you'll be spending with them after One Night in Hell!"
Lady Rayne: "From the mouth of the new guy."
Zachariah Blood: "Even Tyler sees what the rest of you stay up nights ignoring."
All four rise and Talon comes around to the other side of Tyler, completing the lineup.
Talon: "But ignorance won't save you. One Night in Hell is our Stairway to Heaven. At the end of the night, The Unforgiven will have reached the first of their goals here in APW and we will watch with glee as the wrestling world collectively gasps in awe at the state we leave you four in. Happiness...that will only multiply as reality sets in among the rest of the teams here when they face the cold, hard reality following our grand victory:
That they may never touch those tag title belts again. You'll feel it too, boys. I promise."
The last image is of the full group standing ready for combat as the scene fades to black.
