Post by Sentinel on Jul 27, 2013 22:25:40 GMT -4
Monday night…the Meltdown Finale. Footage is shown of the Silent Destroyer, Sentinel, coming through the curtain after his one-on-one encounter with ‘Madman’ Chris Madison. The wear and tear of the match is evident upon his person in the form of raw flesh, burgeoning bruises and a large dose of perspiration. Talon is right there at his side as he leans against the white-painted concrete wall, gray eyes closing as he sucks in a few unhindered breaths. She snatches a bottle of water from the nearby ice chest and twists the cap off with a few sharp clicks, passing it to him. He takes it gratefully and sucks down a few gulps before pouring the rest over his head, accepting a towel from her as well.
As he mops the mingled liquids from his person, one of APW’s newly-hired backstage interviewers comes up to the pair. She pauses as Sentinel’s eyes turn to her, locking up for a moment. Talon seems to find this marginally amusing, using a snap of her fingers to get the young woman’s attention.
Talon: ”You’re new here, aren’t you?”
The woman gives a start at the sudden question, turning a blonde-haired, blue-eyed head toward the six-foot-plus woman swathed in red and black leather. It’s hard to tell whether Talon is looking at her endearingly or predatorily.
Interviewer: ”Um…yeah. Just started a few days ago.”
Talon: ”Which means they didn’t tell you about him yet.”
Talon jerks a thumb in the direction of Sentinel who steps away from the wall, making the new girl look three feet tall just by standing there. She swallows noticeably and shakes her head a little.
Talon: ”He does not speak.”
Confusion replaces concern on the girl’s face.
Interviewer: ”What, to interviewers? To cameras? Or, like, ever?”
Talon: ”Ever. I can see it in your eyes, though. You have all kinds of questions and if you go back to the bosses without something from my dark giant, there might be trouble.”
Interviewer: ”Kinda. But…y’know, I don’t want any trouble, either…”
Casting a questioning look back at the Silent Destroyer, Talon studies his expression for a few moments and without looking at the young rookie, begins to speak to her again.
Talon: ”Come with us.”
Confusion mingles with fear now as the girl takes a step back. Talon is staring hard at her and Sentinel’s presence is just unnerving due to size an aura. But when they walk past the young woman, shaking in her off-the-rack business suit, she still follows. Tentatively…but closely. The pair do not turn back to see if she is following but continue down the hall and around the corner, where we fade to black. From within this, we hear the voice of the young neophyte interviewer over silent clips of Sentinel’s preparations for the match alongside Zachariah against Logan Alexander at Asylum as well as the described events in her address.
”When I walked off with those two…I admit that I was afraid. For all I knew I’d have a bag shoved over my head and be thrown into the back of a van, kidnapped and never to be seen again. But instead I was offered the opportunity to follow the Silent Destroyer and the Lady of Sin around for a couple days, to get a different perspective on them. And I came away feeling…strange.
You see someone on the television or hear stories about them through the internet and magazines and you wonder how much of it is true. All anyone really knows about Sentinel is that he’s big, powerful and never talks. Rarely have we gotten to see anything beneath this façade of silent dominance that he puts on. Talon does all his talking for him and over the course of those few days I witnessed something that impresses and kind of confuses me to this very moment. The way they communicate with each other is uncanny. A simple gesture, a facial expression or something equally simple is more than enough for him to get his point across to her. All considered, he’s actually pretty expressive. I was tempted to ask him to play the ocarina again like he did last time but I relented.
I don’t doubt that he’s every bit as mean and violent as his name implies, though. It was hard to forget after watching him decimate several sparring partners in the training ring the day after the show. What’s odd is that I don’t get the feeling that he meant any of those guys malice despite the fact that they were moving like 80-year-olds by the time he finished with them. It’s just how he is. He strikes me as a very ‘all-in’ person, someone who goes all the way or not at all. ‘It’s his dogma,’ is what Talon said to me when I brought it up and commented on how perceptive it was of me to pick up on that so quickly.
‘He is a man with purpose. Anything in the way of that purpose is a threat. The amount of resistance said threat offers is met in equal amounts by Sentinel’s wrath. There is no ‘going overboard’ with him. He does what is necessary. No more, no less.’ It sounded trite at first, and a little bit like bull. I mean, look at the matches he’s had with Chris Madison, right? Those two beat the holy hell out of one another and that hardly looked equal from my perspective and, if it was, it wasn’t for lack of trying. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized she was right. There was seldom excess in anything that this man did in or out of the ring. Even in the midst of doling out violence to people there was a peace about him, beatific and almost unnerving.
The realization hit me like a train when I finally picked up on it. Talon just smiled and said ‘people aren’t ready for what he really is. It comes as a shock.’
I nodded and continued following them from training to dinner. People really don’t seem to take offense to his silence even in public. On the way to and from the restaurant the guy was asked for a few autographs, surprising me and even him a little a bit. Talon didn’t seem so shocked at it all but when Is she ever? And in being with the group she’s apart of with this man, why should she be? But back to the point…
I can’t say that the people gravitated to him because that would be false. It was more along the lines of…they appreciate what he can do. They respect his way of doing things. Even when he’s beating down their favorites, the people they cheer for and make signs lauding every week still find something in this silent creature that appeals to them. He takes it all in stride, though. He just seems happy doing what he’s doing and only cuts loose with the fury when he has to. I could have been convinced that he was simply a creature of peace through and through until some guy hit on Talon and Sentinel flashed a glare at him that would stop a charging rhino. One motion took the Silent Destroyer out of his seat and when the guy got a full look at who he was dealing with in competition for Talon’s attention, he ran like a burnt cat. But there was never a punch thrown. Sentinel watched him leave, sat back down and finished his drink. Talon smiled her smile and I sat there happy that that guy hadn’t said anything to set this powerhouse off.
I’ll spare you boredom by not detailing his training or his appearances for APW to promote Asylum along with Blood and Rayne. If you’ve seen that once, you’ve seen enough. All I can say is that when the show rolls around, I find myself hoping that it’s Sentinel who finishes things with Logan Alexander for better or worse. I’m a fan of Chaos Stryke and I’m rooting for him…but if he has to lose, Sentinel would at least defeat him with respect.
Why can’t the fans have someone like this on their side for once?”
The clips and the voice fade in time with one another and we cut to a closer-to-the-present moment. Sentinel stands behind an elegant, hand-carved oak chair with lush velvet upholstery and a striking woman sitting in it, long legs crossed. Talon rests her hands upon the armrests, gazing at the camera as The Silence Behind the Violence stares at the camera placidly.
Talon: ”Logan Alexander, allow me to state from the beginning that while the decision to have this match was made without our input, we will still be coming at you at the peak of our ability. My Silent Destroyer has found himself quite eager to face you as we’ve approached the moment of truth and I think it’s safe to say that you would have quite the battle on your hands with him alone.”
She smiles softly and Sentinel nods once to emphasize her point.
Talon: ”That being said, I hope whatever conundrum you’re currently wallowing in can be…put aside. You are facing a championship-caliber team on your lonesome, one that came within a hair of claiming gold two weeks ago. The hunger has not abated. The target has merely temporarily changed.”
Sentinel’s hands clench and unclench as he lowers them, placing them on the back of the chair. Talon reaches up to place her hand upon one of them as she continues to speak.
Talon: ”We hold no personal ill will with you, Logan, ‘we’ including Zachariah and Rayne. This is just another wrong place, wrong time situation for you. Seems that you’ve been in a lot of those lately, doesn’t it? I won’t sit here and pretend that I know or understand and neither will my Destroyer. We have our mission and have chosen to accept it. Our only concern with you is coming to the ring and earning a win. After a loss to the tag team champions, we require retribution for our slightly-wounded pride and to send a reminder to those who sit above in shadow that one loss will not stop us.
That you have such a firm grasp on the situation…sorry, that doesn’t make you sound either confident or ready. You sound more like a prisoner resigned to his walk down the green mile toward his execution. I would be foolish were I to say that an Unforgiven victory is certain though because, after all, I know what you’re capable of. But no amount of flippant comments or trying to pigeonhole us into easily-defined terms and fields is going to make your slim chances of victory any wider. You might rile our Masochistic partner…but not my dear Destroyer.”
She smirks, flicking a loose strand of striking crimson from her face while Sentinel continues to stare without his expression changing one iota.
Talon: ”We don’t deal in excuses, only results. We’ve dealt with our share of losses but none of them have made us check our stride. Your issues with Aubrey Parker have offered us an opportunity that just happens to run parallel to our ultimate goal which is unfortunate for you. Having our records thrown in our faces alongside dimestore-level diagnosis of our records and talent level…is very bush league coming from you, Logan. I expected better. But such is life, no?”
She shrugs gently while Sentinel’s hands lower to her shoulders.
Talon: ”Your spin-doctoring falls on deaf ears, Logan, and amounts to little more than lipstick on a corpse. Even if we lose, we’re within striking distance of another title for our efforts just by putting you through a little well-deserved hell. And that…is forgettable? That is a losing proposition for us? It’s time to wake up…wake up from your nightmare and face the more frightening reality that is your near future. We’re going to find out what happens when your chaos runs afoul of our wrath.”
Fade to black.
As he mops the mingled liquids from his person, one of APW’s newly-hired backstage interviewers comes up to the pair. She pauses as Sentinel’s eyes turn to her, locking up for a moment. Talon seems to find this marginally amusing, using a snap of her fingers to get the young woman’s attention.
Talon: ”You’re new here, aren’t you?”
The woman gives a start at the sudden question, turning a blonde-haired, blue-eyed head toward the six-foot-plus woman swathed in red and black leather. It’s hard to tell whether Talon is looking at her endearingly or predatorily.
Interviewer: ”Um…yeah. Just started a few days ago.”
Talon: ”Which means they didn’t tell you about him yet.”
Talon jerks a thumb in the direction of Sentinel who steps away from the wall, making the new girl look three feet tall just by standing there. She swallows noticeably and shakes her head a little.
Talon: ”He does not speak.”
Confusion replaces concern on the girl’s face.
Interviewer: ”What, to interviewers? To cameras? Or, like, ever?”
Talon: ”Ever. I can see it in your eyes, though. You have all kinds of questions and if you go back to the bosses without something from my dark giant, there might be trouble.”
Interviewer: ”Kinda. But…y’know, I don’t want any trouble, either…”
Casting a questioning look back at the Silent Destroyer, Talon studies his expression for a few moments and without looking at the young rookie, begins to speak to her again.
Talon: ”Come with us.”
Confusion mingles with fear now as the girl takes a step back. Talon is staring hard at her and Sentinel’s presence is just unnerving due to size an aura. But when they walk past the young woman, shaking in her off-the-rack business suit, she still follows. Tentatively…but closely. The pair do not turn back to see if she is following but continue down the hall and around the corner, where we fade to black. From within this, we hear the voice of the young neophyte interviewer over silent clips of Sentinel’s preparations for the match alongside Zachariah against Logan Alexander at Asylum as well as the described events in her address.
”When I walked off with those two…I admit that I was afraid. For all I knew I’d have a bag shoved over my head and be thrown into the back of a van, kidnapped and never to be seen again. But instead I was offered the opportunity to follow the Silent Destroyer and the Lady of Sin around for a couple days, to get a different perspective on them. And I came away feeling…strange.
You see someone on the television or hear stories about them through the internet and magazines and you wonder how much of it is true. All anyone really knows about Sentinel is that he’s big, powerful and never talks. Rarely have we gotten to see anything beneath this façade of silent dominance that he puts on. Talon does all his talking for him and over the course of those few days I witnessed something that impresses and kind of confuses me to this very moment. The way they communicate with each other is uncanny. A simple gesture, a facial expression or something equally simple is more than enough for him to get his point across to her. All considered, he’s actually pretty expressive. I was tempted to ask him to play the ocarina again like he did last time but I relented.
I don’t doubt that he’s every bit as mean and violent as his name implies, though. It was hard to forget after watching him decimate several sparring partners in the training ring the day after the show. What’s odd is that I don’t get the feeling that he meant any of those guys malice despite the fact that they were moving like 80-year-olds by the time he finished with them. It’s just how he is. He strikes me as a very ‘all-in’ person, someone who goes all the way or not at all. ‘It’s his dogma,’ is what Talon said to me when I brought it up and commented on how perceptive it was of me to pick up on that so quickly.
‘He is a man with purpose. Anything in the way of that purpose is a threat. The amount of resistance said threat offers is met in equal amounts by Sentinel’s wrath. There is no ‘going overboard’ with him. He does what is necessary. No more, no less.’ It sounded trite at first, and a little bit like bull. I mean, look at the matches he’s had with Chris Madison, right? Those two beat the holy hell out of one another and that hardly looked equal from my perspective and, if it was, it wasn’t for lack of trying. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized she was right. There was seldom excess in anything that this man did in or out of the ring. Even in the midst of doling out violence to people there was a peace about him, beatific and almost unnerving.
The realization hit me like a train when I finally picked up on it. Talon just smiled and said ‘people aren’t ready for what he really is. It comes as a shock.’
I nodded and continued following them from training to dinner. People really don’t seem to take offense to his silence even in public. On the way to and from the restaurant the guy was asked for a few autographs, surprising me and even him a little a bit. Talon didn’t seem so shocked at it all but when Is she ever? And in being with the group she’s apart of with this man, why should she be? But back to the point…
I can’t say that the people gravitated to him because that would be false. It was more along the lines of…they appreciate what he can do. They respect his way of doing things. Even when he’s beating down their favorites, the people they cheer for and make signs lauding every week still find something in this silent creature that appeals to them. He takes it all in stride, though. He just seems happy doing what he’s doing and only cuts loose with the fury when he has to. I could have been convinced that he was simply a creature of peace through and through until some guy hit on Talon and Sentinel flashed a glare at him that would stop a charging rhino. One motion took the Silent Destroyer out of his seat and when the guy got a full look at who he was dealing with in competition for Talon’s attention, he ran like a burnt cat. But there was never a punch thrown. Sentinel watched him leave, sat back down and finished his drink. Talon smiled her smile and I sat there happy that that guy hadn’t said anything to set this powerhouse off.
I’ll spare you boredom by not detailing his training or his appearances for APW to promote Asylum along with Blood and Rayne. If you’ve seen that once, you’ve seen enough. All I can say is that when the show rolls around, I find myself hoping that it’s Sentinel who finishes things with Logan Alexander for better or worse. I’m a fan of Chaos Stryke and I’m rooting for him…but if he has to lose, Sentinel would at least defeat him with respect.
Why can’t the fans have someone like this on their side for once?”
The clips and the voice fade in time with one another and we cut to a closer-to-the-present moment. Sentinel stands behind an elegant, hand-carved oak chair with lush velvet upholstery and a striking woman sitting in it, long legs crossed. Talon rests her hands upon the armrests, gazing at the camera as The Silence Behind the Violence stares at the camera placidly.
Talon: ”Logan Alexander, allow me to state from the beginning that while the decision to have this match was made without our input, we will still be coming at you at the peak of our ability. My Silent Destroyer has found himself quite eager to face you as we’ve approached the moment of truth and I think it’s safe to say that you would have quite the battle on your hands with him alone.”
She smiles softly and Sentinel nods once to emphasize her point.
Talon: ”That being said, I hope whatever conundrum you’re currently wallowing in can be…put aside. You are facing a championship-caliber team on your lonesome, one that came within a hair of claiming gold two weeks ago. The hunger has not abated. The target has merely temporarily changed.”
Sentinel’s hands clench and unclench as he lowers them, placing them on the back of the chair. Talon reaches up to place her hand upon one of them as she continues to speak.
Talon: ”We hold no personal ill will with you, Logan, ‘we’ including Zachariah and Rayne. This is just another wrong place, wrong time situation for you. Seems that you’ve been in a lot of those lately, doesn’t it? I won’t sit here and pretend that I know or understand and neither will my Destroyer. We have our mission and have chosen to accept it. Our only concern with you is coming to the ring and earning a win. After a loss to the tag team champions, we require retribution for our slightly-wounded pride and to send a reminder to those who sit above in shadow that one loss will not stop us.
That you have such a firm grasp on the situation…sorry, that doesn’t make you sound either confident or ready. You sound more like a prisoner resigned to his walk down the green mile toward his execution. I would be foolish were I to say that an Unforgiven victory is certain though because, after all, I know what you’re capable of. But no amount of flippant comments or trying to pigeonhole us into easily-defined terms and fields is going to make your slim chances of victory any wider. You might rile our Masochistic partner…but not my dear Destroyer.”
She smirks, flicking a loose strand of striking crimson from her face while Sentinel continues to stare without his expression changing one iota.
Talon: ”We don’t deal in excuses, only results. We’ve dealt with our share of losses but none of them have made us check our stride. Your issues with Aubrey Parker have offered us an opportunity that just happens to run parallel to our ultimate goal which is unfortunate for you. Having our records thrown in our faces alongside dimestore-level diagnosis of our records and talent level…is very bush league coming from you, Logan. I expected better. But such is life, no?”
She shrugs gently while Sentinel’s hands lower to her shoulders.
Talon: ”Your spin-doctoring falls on deaf ears, Logan, and amounts to little more than lipstick on a corpse. Even if we lose, we’re within striking distance of another title for our efforts just by putting you through a little well-deserved hell. And that…is forgettable? That is a losing proposition for us? It’s time to wake up…wake up from your nightmare and face the more frightening reality that is your near future. We’re going to find out what happens when your chaos runs afoul of our wrath.”
Fade to black.
