Post by DARKSIDE on Jun 7, 2013 22:30:32 GMT -5
In the moments just before the HellBrimstone/Xaviers flaming tables match.....
The camera shows a feed from somewhere backstage in the arena. It's a dimly lit room, littered with empty alcohol bottles and other trash. Satanic images and graffiti cover the walls. Suddenly, someone turns on a lamp in a side room, and the camera man moves toward the light. As he rounds the corner, a bed is shown with tattered, stained blankets. A figure moves beneath the covers, shifting and making painful grunts. From the right side of the room, Angel swoops in with a large glass filled with a deep reddish colored liquid and some ice cubes. Angel motions for the camera man to come closer as she kneels next to the disheveled bed. She reaches up and pats the figure looming under the sheets, and with a strained growl, a hand reaches out and pulls the blankets back to reveal Minion. His head and shoulder are heavily bandaged and he seems to be having difficulty moving. His marathon beating at the hands of all three Xaviers last week had obviously taken its toll. He was in no shape to compete and Angel was backstage caring for him in between her duties in the arena.
Minion tries to sit up, struggling and snarling like an injured mongrel. His entire upper body is covered in bruises and he looks to have possible broken ribs or collar bone. Angel moves toward him and brushes his hair away from his face. She applies a cold towel to Minion's forehead and rubs his cheek to comfort him. She offers up her glass of "RedRum" for him, and Minion takes it. He drinks deeply in hopes the toxic mixture will soothe his discomfort. As he drinks, Minion spits and sputters, coughing up some blood that dribbles down his beard onto the bed sheets. His signs of weakness anger him, and he scowls as he strains to sit up even more, but the pain is too much, and he slumps back down on the bed. Angel seems very concerned for her brother's well-being. Her voice cracks as she tries to assure him everything will be alright with tears forming in her eyes. Minion simply growls and swats at Angel, not completely believing her sentiments. Darkside's leaders are out of action, and he has failed miserably in asserting himself. He is now beaten down, bringing further disappointment to his clan....and giving their enemies that much more reason to preach their superiority. Angel pleads with Minion to take care of himself because he needs to be strong...as they all do...for the good of their Alliance, not mention that he needs to be back to 100% in time to claim his rematch for the Gladiator Championship in a couple more weeks. Minion just lays back and shakes his head in quiet understanding, and knowing in his heart that his rematch may never happen thanks to his own pride getting the better of him against the Xavier brothers last week.
Some footsteps are heard in the distance, and HellBrimstone (along with Lilith) appear from around the corner to look in on Minion and Angel before they depart to the ring for their flaming tables match. Angel just looks up at them with a half-hearted smile, but then lowers and shakes her head as they can tell she is trying to cover up the reality of the situation. Minion suddenly reaches out and grabs Angel's hand. Angel looks up with a gasp, and Minion painfully struggles to sit upright in the bed. Before his men turn to leave for the ring, Minion points to them both with fire in his eyes. There are no bizarre rhymes...no crazy claims or declarations. He clears his throat and utters two simple words....
UNLEASH......HELL!!
The camera shows a feed from somewhere backstage in the arena. It's a dimly lit room, littered with empty alcohol bottles and other trash. Satanic images and graffiti cover the walls. Suddenly, someone turns on a lamp in a side room, and the camera man moves toward the light. As he rounds the corner, a bed is shown with tattered, stained blankets. A figure moves beneath the covers, shifting and making painful grunts. From the right side of the room, Angel swoops in with a large glass filled with a deep reddish colored liquid and some ice cubes. Angel motions for the camera man to come closer as she kneels next to the disheveled bed. She reaches up and pats the figure looming under the sheets, and with a strained growl, a hand reaches out and pulls the blankets back to reveal Minion. His head and shoulder are heavily bandaged and he seems to be having difficulty moving. His marathon beating at the hands of all three Xaviers last week had obviously taken its toll. He was in no shape to compete and Angel was backstage caring for him in between her duties in the arena.
Minion tries to sit up, struggling and snarling like an injured mongrel. His entire upper body is covered in bruises and he looks to have possible broken ribs or collar bone. Angel moves toward him and brushes his hair away from his face. She applies a cold towel to Minion's forehead and rubs his cheek to comfort him. She offers up her glass of "RedRum" for him, and Minion takes it. He drinks deeply in hopes the toxic mixture will soothe his discomfort. As he drinks, Minion spits and sputters, coughing up some blood that dribbles down his beard onto the bed sheets. His signs of weakness anger him, and he scowls as he strains to sit up even more, but the pain is too much, and he slumps back down on the bed. Angel seems very concerned for her brother's well-being. Her voice cracks as she tries to assure him everything will be alright with tears forming in her eyes. Minion simply growls and swats at Angel, not completely believing her sentiments. Darkside's leaders are out of action, and he has failed miserably in asserting himself. He is now beaten down, bringing further disappointment to his clan....and giving their enemies that much more reason to preach their superiority. Angel pleads with Minion to take care of himself because he needs to be strong...as they all do...for the good of their Alliance, not mention that he needs to be back to 100% in time to claim his rematch for the Gladiator Championship in a couple more weeks. Minion just lays back and shakes his head in quiet understanding, and knowing in his heart that his rematch may never happen thanks to his own pride getting the better of him against the Xavier brothers last week.
Some footsteps are heard in the distance, and HellBrimstone (along with Lilith) appear from around the corner to look in on Minion and Angel before they depart to the ring for their flaming tables match. Angel just looks up at them with a half-hearted smile, but then lowers and shakes her head as they can tell she is trying to cover up the reality of the situation. Minion suddenly reaches out and grabs Angel's hand. Angel looks up with a gasp, and Minion painfully struggles to sit upright in the bed. Before his men turn to leave for the ring, Minion points to them both with fire in his eyes. There are no bizarre rhymes...no crazy claims or declarations. He clears his throat and utters two simple words....
UNLEASH......HELL!!