Path of Destruction Chapter 2: "Unfinished Business"
Oct 20, 2021 3:08:54 GMT -5
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Post by Supreme Machine on Oct 20, 2021 3:08:54 GMT -5
Siblings (offcam)
The suburbs of Reno are quiet, the chill of the night having driven everyone indoors. Save for a single, lone figure that stalks the deserted streets. Supreme Machine. The 6’9’’ monster moves from shadow to shadow, never remaining in sight for long. With ease developed over a decade of staying unseen, he slips onto the backyard of a house and in from the terrace door. He was home.
Once indoors, SuMa heads towards the door that leads to the basement stairs, but he is stopped by a voice from the livingroom. “Finally got back I see”
With a sharp turn, SuMa pivots to face the voice, the OCW Savage title glimmering as a beam of moonlight penetrating the drawn curtains hits it. “None of your business Queenie.” he growls back, eyes locked at a similar pair staring at him.
“Looks pretty, you know. That title.” Queenie, or “Queen Machine” Jenny as SuMa’s younger sister is known to the wrestling world quips in a playful tone as she moves closer. “It is funny though. I had the distinct impression you didn’t care for “useless trinkets of metal and leather” as I remember you saying when I won mine”
“We don’t. But we hate unfinished business.” SuMa responded, eyes narrowing as Queenie approached him. Despite having lived under the same roof for nearly a year, SuMa still couldn’t figure out the transformation his sister had undergone. The total lack of fear or respect she showed to him made him wary. She was either suicidal, or had something up her sleeve. “This was unfinished business” he continued, throwing the title at the woman with all his might
With a bright giggle, the paint-faced femme fatale of Levelup Wrestling snatched the belt from midair, using the momentum of the throw to flip herself around, landing on her feet like it was nothing. She looked the title over with curiosity. “It’s a nice trinket though. Really like the design. Maybe I should show up in OCW to get one of these myself” She quipped to SuMa, lips twisted in a mischievous grin.
SuMa’s reaction was instant. He charged forward with deceptive speed and slammed Queenie against the wall, holding her up by the throat. He leant down to an inch of her face and growled in a deep, threatening voice. “Stay in your lane SISTER…” the last word was dripping with venom. “We are tired of you trying to ride our coattails. You stay in Indianapolis. Or we’ll finish YOUR business…”
Despite the thudding pain in the back of her head and the difficulty breathing, Queenie showed no signs of being intimidated, managing to crack a smile at SuMa. She nodded and tapped his hand as a sign of submission, taking a deep gasp of breath as the beast let her go as she landed on the ground on her knees.. “Damn big guy, no sense of humor whatsoever. Don’t worry, I won’t be coming to play in your sandbox, I’m busy enough with Levelup. But a girl can dream can she?”
Staring down at the grounded woman he sneered. “You play with fire. You should get your own head in order before trying to mess with ours…” His words were accompanied by a loud crack as SuMa forcefully planted his boot inches from Queenie’s head. The message was clear.
After staring at the boot for a passing moment, Queenie pulled herself to her feet while chuckling. “You really don’t need to break the house to make me understand. If anyone knows what you can do it’s me.” She realized he had already moved on and rushed after the beast who was making his way down the stairs. “Speaking of unfinished business. Bane’s in OCW”
That made SuMa stop on his tracks. Once again he pivoted to face Queenie, eyes narrowed. “Mac Bane?”
Queenie nodded. “Yup. Just announced it today. If I recall correctly you owe him a chairshot”
“We owe him a beatdown he’ll never forget. And unlike you with his wife, we won’t leave the job incomplete” came a growl from the stairs.
“That was uncalled for. Fair, but uncalled for big guy” Queenie responded with a pout. “Want me to act all ladylike again and arrange a match with you and Bane?”
A deep rumbling laughter came from the darkness of the basement. “No need. We can do that on our own.”
“You’re boring big guy. Shoulda let me have a chat with your boss. Been a while since I last got to pretend to be normal.” She muttered while standing in the doorway, but as no response came, she sighed and closed the door. As she turned around she saw the discarded Savage title and rolled her eyes. “He really should treat these better.”
Picking up the Savage title, Queenie wiped a speck of dust from the faceplate and placed the belt on a shelf right next to her Levelup Courage title. “There. That’s Lil’Goldie. You two should try to get along. Knowing him, you’re gonna be sitting next to each other for a while”
She stared at the two belts as if waiting for a response, until she facepalmed. “Oh right. Inanimate objects. What did I expect” she muttered and began giggling as she walked away.
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Path of Destruction Chapter 2: "Unfinished business…" (oncam)[/u]
We open to a night time view of a city from high above. As the camera pans around we see that we are on the roof of a skyscraper, with the large frame of Supreme Machine hunched over on the edge, staring down to the hustle and bustle below, with the OCW Savage title resting on his massive shoulder. After a short silence he speaks up with a low voice.
“We did what we said we would do. We put down Duke like the weakling he is. We know many doubted whether he still had it in us do what we do… We crushed those doubts.”
SuMa throws a sideways glance at the camera, those black, coal-like eyes of his reflecting the neon lights of downtown Reno.
“At Massacre we stood among those who were considered to challenge Vaughn for the OCW title. We were not surprised Raven would choose himself. The lust for gold drives so many in this business… it is almost sad. We spoke in length about how we feel about these trinkets back when we were facing the Clubbin man so we won’t bother to repeat ourselves, but rest assured, we are not terribly broken up about not being considered a challenger. We have our path of destruction to carve at Death March.”
He looks away after that and stands up, stretching his body in a way that emphasises the chiseled physique under the scarred skin.
“But before Death March there IS something we want. A score to settle. With Mac Bane. The showdown between he and us has been inevitable… only searching for a time and a place. And now it has arrived. Months ago when we were embroidered in our war against Knox, Bane was one of those who stood by him. As our sister fought Bane’s wife, we were looking forward to a chance to put the old man down. The opportunity never came as Reno descended into chaos. But now it is here. At Massacre we will finally meet him in the ring”
Turning to face the camera, SuMa wraps the Savage title around his waist and stares right through the lens, his expression unreadable.
“You have impressed us Bane. You have shown no fear, no trepidation when standing up to us. Usually we would point out the foolishness of not listening to your minds natural reactions… but in your case it is justified. You and us are not so different Bane. Both have carved their own paths of destruction through the years. Neither stands down when faced with a challenge. Yet there is room for only one Apex Predator in OCW. And we staked our claim long ago. You might be on the top of the foodchain wherever you have roamed before but here? Here you are an intruder. You do not belong here Bane. And because of that we will take you out at Massacre. You made the greatest mistake of your life signing up to OCW. Whatever delusions of success, honor or glory you may entertain, they will ALL be crushed come monday.”
SuMa cocks his head slowly from side to side, the familiar stillness of the rest of his body creating an unsettling vibe to the deliberate motions.
“You have spent 20 years in this business Bane. You think you have seen it all. At Massacre you will realize just how far beyond we are of anything you have ever experienced. On the twilight of your career you will finally meet a force that you cannot overcome. Even if you were in your prime you would be unable to stand up to us. Our record speaks for itself. Even on the rare occasions we have been felled, our vanquisher has been unable to relish their victory. Just as with Knox, a pyrrhic victory is the best case scenario for you Bane. And even that is but a pipedream. So you must ask yourself. Is it worth it? Does your old, beat up body have what it takes to go to the places you need to go to defeat us? And do you still have the reserves to recover from a victory such as that...or are you willing to die for glory?”
The question is asked almost neutrally. Not as a threat, but as a query out of curiosity.
“Few have our respect Bane. What you have accomplished over your career would be enough to elicit it from anybody else. To earn ours, you must survive. And we do not think you can. Not anymore. Once, when you were young? Maybe. But not now. If you were smart you would not show up at Massacre. You would leave and live to fight someone else, some other day. But if you insist on sacrificing the last remains of your career for a shot at us… Then we welcome your sacrifice. We will take the blood you offer and bathe in it. We will walk into that ring with intent and leave with your broken body crumpled in a heap in the middle of it.”
He unhooks the belt from his waist and slowly raises it up with one hand, staring at the faceplate with a stoic expression.
“Bane… All good things must come to an end. And for you, Massacre will be the end of the line. We are the OCW Savage champion for a reason. To quote an old saying in this business Bane… Beat us if you can… survive us… if we LET you.”
SuMa turns his back to the camera, speaking over his shoulder with a malicious growl.
“The reign of terror HAS BEGUN.”
As the view fades to black we hear a deep, rumbling laughter emanating from the monster as he walks away.
The suburbs of Reno are quiet, the chill of the night having driven everyone indoors. Save for a single, lone figure that stalks the deserted streets. Supreme Machine. The 6’9’’ monster moves from shadow to shadow, never remaining in sight for long. With ease developed over a decade of staying unseen, he slips onto the backyard of a house and in from the terrace door. He was home.
Once indoors, SuMa heads towards the door that leads to the basement stairs, but he is stopped by a voice from the livingroom. “Finally got back I see”
With a sharp turn, SuMa pivots to face the voice, the OCW Savage title glimmering as a beam of moonlight penetrating the drawn curtains hits it. “None of your business Queenie.” he growls back, eyes locked at a similar pair staring at him.
“Looks pretty, you know. That title.” Queenie, or “Queen Machine” Jenny as SuMa’s younger sister is known to the wrestling world quips in a playful tone as she moves closer. “It is funny though. I had the distinct impression you didn’t care for “useless trinkets of metal and leather” as I remember you saying when I won mine”
“We don’t. But we hate unfinished business.” SuMa responded, eyes narrowing as Queenie approached him. Despite having lived under the same roof for nearly a year, SuMa still couldn’t figure out the transformation his sister had undergone. The total lack of fear or respect she showed to him made him wary. She was either suicidal, or had something up her sleeve. “This was unfinished business” he continued, throwing the title at the woman with all his might
With a bright giggle, the paint-faced femme fatale of Levelup Wrestling snatched the belt from midair, using the momentum of the throw to flip herself around, landing on her feet like it was nothing. She looked the title over with curiosity. “It’s a nice trinket though. Really like the design. Maybe I should show up in OCW to get one of these myself” She quipped to SuMa, lips twisted in a mischievous grin.
SuMa’s reaction was instant. He charged forward with deceptive speed and slammed Queenie against the wall, holding her up by the throat. He leant down to an inch of her face and growled in a deep, threatening voice. “Stay in your lane SISTER…” the last word was dripping with venom. “We are tired of you trying to ride our coattails. You stay in Indianapolis. Or we’ll finish YOUR business…”
Despite the thudding pain in the back of her head and the difficulty breathing, Queenie showed no signs of being intimidated, managing to crack a smile at SuMa. She nodded and tapped his hand as a sign of submission, taking a deep gasp of breath as the beast let her go as she landed on the ground on her knees.. “Damn big guy, no sense of humor whatsoever. Don’t worry, I won’t be coming to play in your sandbox, I’m busy enough with Levelup. But a girl can dream can she?”
Staring down at the grounded woman he sneered. “You play with fire. You should get your own head in order before trying to mess with ours…” His words were accompanied by a loud crack as SuMa forcefully planted his boot inches from Queenie’s head. The message was clear.
After staring at the boot for a passing moment, Queenie pulled herself to her feet while chuckling. “You really don’t need to break the house to make me understand. If anyone knows what you can do it’s me.” She realized he had already moved on and rushed after the beast who was making his way down the stairs. “Speaking of unfinished business. Bane’s in OCW”
That made SuMa stop on his tracks. Once again he pivoted to face Queenie, eyes narrowed. “Mac Bane?”
Queenie nodded. “Yup. Just announced it today. If I recall correctly you owe him a chairshot”
“We owe him a beatdown he’ll never forget. And unlike you with his wife, we won’t leave the job incomplete” came a growl from the stairs.
“That was uncalled for. Fair, but uncalled for big guy” Queenie responded with a pout. “Want me to act all ladylike again and arrange a match with you and Bane?”
A deep rumbling laughter came from the darkness of the basement. “No need. We can do that on our own.”
“You’re boring big guy. Shoulda let me have a chat with your boss. Been a while since I last got to pretend to be normal.” She muttered while standing in the doorway, but as no response came, she sighed and closed the door. As she turned around she saw the discarded Savage title and rolled her eyes. “He really should treat these better.”
Picking up the Savage title, Queenie wiped a speck of dust from the faceplate and placed the belt on a shelf right next to her Levelup Courage title. “There. That’s Lil’Goldie. You two should try to get along. Knowing him, you’re gonna be sitting next to each other for a while”
She stared at the two belts as if waiting for a response, until she facepalmed. “Oh right. Inanimate objects. What did I expect” she muttered and began giggling as she walked away.
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Path of Destruction Chapter 2: "Unfinished business…" (oncam)[/u]
We open to a night time view of a city from high above. As the camera pans around we see that we are on the roof of a skyscraper, with the large frame of Supreme Machine hunched over on the edge, staring down to the hustle and bustle below, with the OCW Savage title resting on his massive shoulder. After a short silence he speaks up with a low voice.
“We did what we said we would do. We put down Duke like the weakling he is. We know many doubted whether he still had it in us do what we do… We crushed those doubts.”
SuMa throws a sideways glance at the camera, those black, coal-like eyes of his reflecting the neon lights of downtown Reno.
“At Massacre we stood among those who were considered to challenge Vaughn for the OCW title. We were not surprised Raven would choose himself. The lust for gold drives so many in this business… it is almost sad. We spoke in length about how we feel about these trinkets back when we were facing the Clubbin man so we won’t bother to repeat ourselves, but rest assured, we are not terribly broken up about not being considered a challenger. We have our path of destruction to carve at Death March.”
He looks away after that and stands up, stretching his body in a way that emphasises the chiseled physique under the scarred skin.
“But before Death March there IS something we want. A score to settle. With Mac Bane. The showdown between he and us has been inevitable… only searching for a time and a place. And now it has arrived. Months ago when we were embroidered in our war against Knox, Bane was one of those who stood by him. As our sister fought Bane’s wife, we were looking forward to a chance to put the old man down. The opportunity never came as Reno descended into chaos. But now it is here. At Massacre we will finally meet him in the ring”
Turning to face the camera, SuMa wraps the Savage title around his waist and stares right through the lens, his expression unreadable.
“You have impressed us Bane. You have shown no fear, no trepidation when standing up to us. Usually we would point out the foolishness of not listening to your minds natural reactions… but in your case it is justified. You and us are not so different Bane. Both have carved their own paths of destruction through the years. Neither stands down when faced with a challenge. Yet there is room for only one Apex Predator in OCW. And we staked our claim long ago. You might be on the top of the foodchain wherever you have roamed before but here? Here you are an intruder. You do not belong here Bane. And because of that we will take you out at Massacre. You made the greatest mistake of your life signing up to OCW. Whatever delusions of success, honor or glory you may entertain, they will ALL be crushed come monday.”
SuMa cocks his head slowly from side to side, the familiar stillness of the rest of his body creating an unsettling vibe to the deliberate motions.
“You have spent 20 years in this business Bane. You think you have seen it all. At Massacre you will realize just how far beyond we are of anything you have ever experienced. On the twilight of your career you will finally meet a force that you cannot overcome. Even if you were in your prime you would be unable to stand up to us. Our record speaks for itself. Even on the rare occasions we have been felled, our vanquisher has been unable to relish their victory. Just as with Knox, a pyrrhic victory is the best case scenario for you Bane. And even that is but a pipedream. So you must ask yourself. Is it worth it? Does your old, beat up body have what it takes to go to the places you need to go to defeat us? And do you still have the reserves to recover from a victory such as that...or are you willing to die for glory?”
The question is asked almost neutrally. Not as a threat, but as a query out of curiosity.
“Few have our respect Bane. What you have accomplished over your career would be enough to elicit it from anybody else. To earn ours, you must survive. And we do not think you can. Not anymore. Once, when you were young? Maybe. But not now. If you were smart you would not show up at Massacre. You would leave and live to fight someone else, some other day. But if you insist on sacrificing the last remains of your career for a shot at us… Then we welcome your sacrifice. We will take the blood you offer and bathe in it. We will walk into that ring with intent and leave with your broken body crumpled in a heap in the middle of it.”
He unhooks the belt from his waist and slowly raises it up with one hand, staring at the faceplate with a stoic expression.
“Bane… All good things must come to an end. And for you, Massacre will be the end of the line. We are the OCW Savage champion for a reason. To quote an old saying in this business Bane… Beat us if you can… survive us… if we LET you.”
SuMa turns his back to the camera, speaking over his shoulder with a malicious growl.
“The reign of terror HAS BEGUN.”
As the view fades to black we hear a deep, rumbling laughter emanating from the monster as he walks away.
