CUE UP: Prokofiev's "Dance of the Knights"
(The scene opens to a repetitive succession of MASSIVE fists slamming hard in into a white padded surface. The shot begins a slow zoom out, revealing the fists belonging to the flushed and sweating GIANT named IVAN DALKICHEV, clad in his standard ring apparel, putting a large and expensive-looking punching bag to the test with a heavy salvo of rights and lefts. He's training in a large, mostly white room, devoid of nearly any detail, but filled with some heavy-duty equipment. It looks more like a science lab than an exercise room.)
(The shot zooms out even further, bringing us behind a pane of glass that separates the training room from a smaller observational booth, fitted an array of computers, monitors, switches, and blinking lights. One screen shows a green 3D skeleton mimics Ivan's movements while a PSI gauge charts the force of his blows peaking somewhere around 1K. Pacing impatiently from one side of this room to the other is NATHAN FEAR, smartphone pressed against the side of his head and brow twisted into an angry furl.)
Nathan Fear
...what do you MEAN he's unavailable? I'm not buying that excuse for a second! ...oh, give me that "just following protocol" crap! I don't have the time to sit here and argue with morons like you... but the next time I call you worthless AMATEURS and ask for the man that sign your checks, you damn well better put me through to him!
(He ends the call, continuing to mutter angrily to himself as he fixes a strand of hair that came loose at some point during the tirade.)
Nathan Fear
Red Line Wrestling is very quickly going to learn... that Nathan Fear is a man of VERY little patience.
I came to this federation, and this city, with an expectation that certain
standards would be in place. But as Slamtrack 2 demonstrated, that's clearly not the case here... not with the half-assed and clearly amateur level of officiating I saw in that ring. I GUARANTEE you wouldn't have seen that sort of garbage in any
professional league... but I suppose that's what makes RLW what it is...
(He sneers.)
Nathan Fear
Just another indie league... one of many others that pop up, thrive with a few gasping breaths, and choke themselves into nonexistence and obscurity.
Truth is, this place is LUCKY to have a man like "The Last Titan" Ivan Dalkichev among its ranks. He's an elite-level athlete... and you all saw it for yourself in that ring. You saw him DOMINATE that match... and it would have been a remarkably dominant debut victory, until that unbelievably STUPID pinfall. I have every mind to just pack everything up and take Ivan back to west coast, where progressive minds -- like my OWN -- are in overwhelming abundance... but there's business here left unfinished.
Mark my words though, Red Line Wrestling... at Slamtrack 3, we WILL answer for that transgression! You don't EMBARRASS Nathan Fear and expect him to just walk away and forget about it!
(He turns to look out the window, watching Ivan continue to punish the punching bag with one battering-ram of a fist after another.)
Nathan Fear
But of course... my wrath can only pale in comparison to whatever hell
HE is going to rain down on this... dog-and-pony show of a federation.
You must understand... he feels ROBBED of a victory. An UNDISPUTED victory... albeit with very little effort on his part, but one that was no less
earned. And yet, he was denied... to a
girl, no less. Knowing him in the way that I do, I don't expect it will just be the victory he'll be seeking in that ring. Victory is not enough at this point. He wants REPARATIONS... and he will TAKE THEM, from any poor soul that finds himself in his way.
(He turns to the camera again, this time beaming his cunning, wolf-like smile.)
Nathan Fear
I guess that means his opponents, "The Blue Demon" Charlie Williams and BookFace, are in for a rather unfortunate evening.
It's not simply that the two of them can be considered little more than a local ham-and-egger and... a guy wearing a book, over his face. It could be anybody sharing that ring with him... and the end result would still the be the same. He won't simply dominate this time out... as much as he will DESTROY...
(Fear pushes down on a button.)
Nathan Fear
Okay, Ivan... time to finish the simulation!
(Inside the training room, Ivan pauses in his exercise to look up as his manager's voice echoes over the PA system. Nodding understandingly, he balls his fists together and extends his arms back...)
SFX: *BOOM!!*
(The raging HAMMERBLOW strikes the bag with such momentous force, it rips it right off the chain! It hits the floor with a heavy THUD as the reverberations from the blow landing still rock through the room like a peal of thunder. Back in the observation room, Fear turns to the camera... his smile even wider.)
Nathan Fear
Remember, RLW... once you cross that line, there's no going back.
(Fear turns to look upon Ivan again, as he looms over his work of devastation. Slowly, the shot fades to black.)
