LEON CORELLA
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[We open in front of a simple backlit TSWF banner. We only seem him from the waist up as he enters the scene with his hands in his pockets - Leon Corella decked out in a black and gold "AKN" T-shirt, brown khaki's, black leather belt with an engraved "P-1" silver belt buckle, and that gleaming diamond and ruby studded platinum Rolex. It seems that the man is starting to let his hair grow back out a bit, the stylishly unkempt mane taking on a slightly feathered look to it, his normally neatly shaven face decorated by a coarse five o'clock shadow. Standing sideways to the camera, Leon tilts his head towards the camera. His face is calm and relaxed, but there is a grim, determined edge to his expression that undermines this otherwise casual demeanor.]
Leon Corella: Finally... It's just you and me, Hallmark.
[Leon turns the rest of himself to face the camera now.]
I underestimated you, kid. I didn't think you'd have the stones to actually accept my invitation, let alone up the ante with an oldschool, fifteen foot high steel cage match. You even went with painted steel piping, instead of weak chain link fencing. Just so you know, the steel piping is going to hurt a whole hell of alot more when I throw you up against it, than the chain link does.
[He smirks.]
I only have one problem and it's due in part to the fact that I've gotten to know you fairly well as a wrestler and a person. You wouldn't be doing this unless you've got an ace up your sleeve. A surprise factor that will put this match in your favor. Maybe it's the fact that bars are easier to climb than chain link or that you think that you might knock my tired, old ass out by slamming my forehead into a piece of rebar just hard enough...
[A shrewd expression crosses Leon's face, his eyes squinted and lip pursed ever so slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest.]
Chris, I've seen and done it all pretty much. I've wrestled in nearly every arena in the world and faced off in almost every kind of match conceivable, even a few of the more embarrassing ones. Let's just say, I know I don't like the buzz cut.
[Leon smirks.]
All I can say is, whatever surprise you have in store for me, make it a good one, otherwise it's going to be the longest night of your life.
[A wry smile crosses his face.]
You see, in Cage Matches, I'm not usually focused on escaping. I'm focused on keeping you in the ring for as long as possible, showing very little in the way of mercy. Especially when someone is as deserving of an a** beating as you are, young man. You see, that match with Mark Adams Junior is still on my mind. You cost me the Tri-State Championship.
[Slowly, the smile gives way to a flat, serious expression.]
Whether I'm good or bad, one thing I have never taken well is when someone interrupts my match. Tack on the fact that it was a championship opportunity and you compound the crime. You've seen what I can do. I tore apart your stooge, The Mongoloid, in a straight one on one competition and now he's walking around with a midget in a suit telling him what to do.
[Leon tilts his head slightly forward, leaning towards the camera.]
Everything that has lead us to this moment has been a design crafted by you, Chris. Your actions from start to finish have brought us here and now, it's time to pay your pound of flesh. See you in the ring, kid. May this be the biggest learning experience of your entire career, if you survive it....
[With a smirk, Leon rises from his seat, turns and exits-stage left. Fade to black.]
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