YOU -- MUST -- BREAK -- THEM
(CUE UP: Ligeti’s “Requiem”.)
(The shot opens on a highrise view of the CHICAGO SKYLINE through the large windows of a darkened room. A cursory glance reveals an art gallery of sorts… a collection of mythic figures, including but not limited to a statue of Atlas bearing the Earth on his shoulders, and Prometheus bearing a torch of fire for mankind. The room is dominated by a large print of Francisco Goya’s “Saturn Devouring His Son”. The camera lingers on this haunting image before a MAN casually strolls into the frame. He’s mid-forties and Caucasian, sporting a debonair ponytail and goatee of black hair, both sporting graying power streaks, and appears wearing a sleek black suit and red undershirt. His eyes on the camera, he greets his audience with a wolf-like smile.)
Nathan Fear
Salutations, to the wrestling fans of Chicago. Some of you may recognize me… but for those who don’t, introductions are in order.
I am NATHAN FEAR… businessman, entrepreneur, and manager to professional athletes. I’ve spent many years behind the scenes, through more wrestling promotions than I’d care to remember. I’ve watched empires of wrestling rise and fall… revolutions, come and go… eras, begin and end. And through it all, I’ve been there… following a nose for potential greatness and
elite athleticism.
I’ve experienced successes and failures… but if there was only one thing I truly regret after such a storied career, it’s never having earned the widespread recognition and acclaim that would be deserved by a man of my prestige and stature. But perhaps I’ll finally take that prestige for myself… right here, in RED LINE WRESTLING… once I unleash my latest accomplishment upon the Windy City!
(He holds an arm off to one side… eyes narrowing and smile widening.)
Nathan Fear
BEHOLD… the absolute icon of the
ELITE… the future symbol of professional wrestling DOMINANCE…
(The camera follows his motion a few degrees over to the left, spotting a bright source of backlighting that seems to be eclipsed by a large object placed before it…)
(CUE UP: “XL-TT” from the Attack on Titan Soundtrack.)
(...then HORROR overwhelms the viewership, when the backlight outline of that large object is that of a GIANT MAN!)
Nathan Fear
“The LAST TITAN”… IVAN DALKICHEV!
(The mammoth figure takes a few steps forward, and IVAN DALKICHEV reveals himself beneath the dim studio lights, his lifeless, frost-blue eyes boring holes through the camera. His intimidating size and physique are readily apparent as he stands in his pads, boots, and singlet, glazed in a thick layer of perspiration from an intensive training session. The stone-like expression on his faced can be summarized in one word: DOOM.)
Nathan Fear
Nearly seven whole feet and four-hundred plus pounds of flesh, blood, bone, and pure destruction… over ten years of experience under his belt… a small fortune invested in the best professional training money can buy… and COUNTLESS opponents left crushed, broken, and mangled in his wake. The Crimson Colossus you see before you is without a doubt an undisputed force… above and beyond what many of you have seen, on this independent level of wrestling. And under my leadership, he will one day carve a path of conquest through this industry, accomplishing great feats and soaring to even greater heights…
(Nathan Fear slips back into the frame, standing with the same smile on his face just off to Ivan’s right.)
Nathan Fear
RLW’s Slamtrack 2 is the first stepping stone in that path to greatness… and as Ivan makes that first step into that ring, there will predictably be an unfortunate few that will be found CRUSHED in the footprint left behind!
“Playboy” Harry Balkin… Go-Go Spectacular… one only needs to take a cursory glance at their rap sheets to know fully well that neither one of them comes close -- to
THIS…
(He sets a hand against Dalkichev’s arm, as delicate as though he were touching an actual divine body.)
Nathan Fear
It’s a simple case of one of being too old, and the other too young. Balkin seems wise enough… and he’s probably lived enough years around that ring and seen enough giants to know it’s better to stay out of their way. But that trepidation… that lack of any and all confidence, whatsoever… it’s all the scent of WEAKNESS.
And while I find it adorable to listen to Miss Spectacular’s equally spectacular talk of utilizing her “speed” and “creating opportunities”... the reality of the situation is that it requires very little effort for the Raging Russian you see next to me to simply reach out and snap that poor girl in half like a twig.
Regardless, one of these two will have to be broken… in order for Ivan to move on and set the mark of greatness in this federation. Either could hold onto the hope that they don’t find themselves in that position… but we don’t make guarantees. We’re only interested in getting results.
And I WILL have the results… hell or high water. And if either one of them -- or anybody else in this city -- stand in my way, then I won’t hesitate to put them in their places… through the will and the strength of THIS man!
(He looks up to mastodon standing beside him.)
Nathan Fear
...Ivan?
(Dalkichev’s gaze breaks from the camera, only now as his manager utters his name. Fear’s eyes grow LARGE as he emphasizes every word with grave emotion.)
Nathan Fear
YOU -- MUST -- BREAK --THEM.
(The gears roll in the Crimson Colossus’ head as his murderous gaze slowly finds the camera again.)
Ivan Dalkichev
I…
MUST…
(His eyes suddenly BULGE INTENSELY as his face EXPLODES into snarling rage and hatred! The depth of his ROAR shakes the camera in its place!)
Ivan Dalkichev
BREAK… THEM!!!
(Swift cut to black.)