Six

[]After Spark’s Defeat[]

Fiend is seen walking through the hallways with his head held high. A slight grin can be seen as he strolls into his locker room to the sound of his ringing cell phone. Fiend is reluctant to answer until he sees the caller of ID of ????

Fiend-= Calling to congratulate me on a fine victory?

???-= The discomfort of defeat seems to have mangled your mind. You were not victorious.

Fiend-= In the eyes of the record books no, no I wasn’t. But in the eyes of a man pushing those around him to their limits I was the victor. Jason Sparks can now thank me, he is one step closer to being a complete competitor and I have turned another lackey into a servant of my cause.

???-= What shall you do next?

Fiend-= Continue the trend. In short time I will make my statement clear and he will fall.

??-= So soon?

Fiend-= It can no longer wait, I find myself wanting to strike at the very glance of this man. The torment of his ways has haunted me and the others for too long, it ends now.

???-= Will you reveal yourself then?

Fiend-= I just might...

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[]Back in Ohio[]

--==Days Before Elite--==

Victor Danes is leaving his Arkon, Ohio home to head to the airport. Victor is dressed in casual business attire, a suit minus the tie. Over his shoulder he carries his luggage, which of course contains his wrestling gear. Elite will be hosted in Iowa this week and after giving away a win to Jason Sparks, Fiend is faced with an even greater challenge

Yo Adrian!!!....

[ Ever since he returned from his mystery land vacation he has been the “it” guy. Falling one match short of the World Title hasn’t broken his spirit. He’s a man on a mission to claim the one piece of jewelry he has yet to collect. I respect Adrian for the man he once was but I hate the man who survived that plane crash. A part of me truly believes he staged the crash and he so called survival in the woods was nothing more then a vacation in a hidden cabin in the mountains. -=How convenient it must have been to return to civilization just in time for the Supremacy tournament.-= ]

As Victor Danes proceeded to secure him home by locking the doors a familiar sexy voice can be heard coming from the porch of the house next door.

??-= Victor! Hey! How are you!?

Victor turns his attention to her. He waves and smiles polity as he heads down the four step stairs and walks over to her home.

Victor-= I’m doing good Jennifer. It’s nice to see you again.

Jennifer-= I know! You’re always away on business I never get to see you. We never get to spend anytime getting to know each other, and now I see you’re off another on trip.

Victor-= I’ve got a company meeting to attend to, which I’m looking forward to.

Jennifer-= Oh really?

Victor-= It should be interesting. Like myself a few employees of the past have returned, it’ll be a new bonding experience for us all.

Jennifer-= Aw. That does sound nice, hopefully it’ll be fun.

Victor-= I’m not going for fun or excitement, I’m only going in hopes to solve a problem I have with one my co-workers.

She seemed to be interested in my “problem” but that was due to her attraction of me. It was clear as day, even a blind man could see it. The constant glares, the never-ending smile, she was in love with my looks. A part of me wanted to act on her flirtatious ways but I was in a point in my life where having a woman at my side wouldn’t have benefited me.

Jennifer-= A peaceful conflict I hope...

Far from it, I plan on tearing the greed from his limbs.

Victor-= Ha-ha...Of course. It’s just a matter of fairness and knowing your place in a business. Recently there was an opening in our field to oversee all business operations, you know be the boss. Interviews were done and he didn’t make the cut but now he won’t let up about it.

Jennifer-= So what’s he doing? He is still trying to get the job that’s already been taken?

Victor-= Exactly. From what I hear he continues to preach to the choir on how he deserves it more then anyone else, that he’s done this, done that, with some more added blah blah blah. I never even dared apply for the job, I from a very nice resume from my first time with the company, but it’s been some time since I was there and I know where I stand.

Jennifer-= I bet you just felt you wouldn’t get it, isn’t that right?

There she goes trying to be cute. Jennifer tried to hold back her tiny giggle from her cheap shot joke but failed.

Victor-= You got me there Jen...

Time was running short and I had a plane to catch. I shifted the work related talk and brought things to a personal level, all false information of course. Jennifer was a sweet girl but I just wasn’t interested right now, in reality what would be the point. In a few weeks I’d be gone from Ohio and out of her life...

[]Moments Before[]

The Hood Comes Off

Elite is live on air and tensions are running wild. I wished to prepare myself for the next test towards my graduation of success. Prior obligations must be kept as I granted a certain interviewer by the name of Mark Canterbury the privilege of meeting with me. A feeling of excitement was brewing in my stomach. Or was it nervousness? The crowd here in Iowa was expecting to get their money’s worth, they were expecting to see greatness shine. Instead of mentally preparing myself for Adrian Hood I was looking into the eyes of the poor shaven Mark Canterbury.

Mark-= Thank you all for tuning it once again to Elite as always I’m Mark Canterbury and I’m here with the mysterious Fiend who will be going one on one tonight with Adrian Hood.

The camera was focused on me as I was able to do nothing more then stare a gloomy stare.

Mark-= Fiend I must say I’m grateful to be given this opportunity. Lisa and I have been hounding ways to get you to agree. Why the change of heart?

Again I stared as sweat was forming on Mark’s forehead.

Mark-= Never mind that. Fiend...tonight you get your chance to take down the one man who perhaps is most worthy of being called the number one contender. A victory tonight and you’re stock in the company would most certainly rise.

The camera once again put me in full focus as I was the center of attention, they craved for my words...they needed to hear this “Freak” speak.

Fiend-= The silence...must be broken. My actions...have done their duty. You’ve been granted the wish of millions. Fiend... has spoken.

Mark-= The world knows why you have returned. Do you feel as if your point is getting across?

Fiend-= Take a look around...the arena...the audience...the roar of the crowd. They love this place once again, its revival has begun.

Mark-= In this revival you propose, is Adrian Hood a superstar you feel going against your cause or should I say beliefs?

Fiend-= Adrian...well...Adrian was once apart of that era of excellence. I admired his fighting spirit and the potential he showed to us all. But now...

I scanned the view for the dramatic effect as Mark looked fascinated.

Mark-= What has changed?

Fiend-= Adrian has taken the same path Danny Szatkowski once took. They were once friends and enemies. Greed has taken another victim, just like it had done to Danny.

Mark-= I was there last week, the crowd treated Adrian with total disrespect.

I looked at Mark with disappointment as I shook my head.

Fiend-= Do you honestly believe Adrian didn’t have this coming? He came running back from his hidden castle in the sky and demanded everything. He placed second in a tournament where nothing matters but first place...yet he feels he’s in line for a rematch.

Mark-= It does seem as if Marcos is playing along that Hood is the number one contender.

Fiend-= Perez was never a wise man. This federation has become a place for the loud mouth... instead of the work horse. I returned under this alter-ego to bring change, if I had returned under my true identity it would have been used to raise money. I would have been thrown into the Supremacy tournament along with all the other returning high ranked superstars just to reach the ratings.

Mark-= Why not use your reputation to your advantage...it is doing wonders for Hood?

Fiend-= My reputation doesn’t define who I am. I know...my place in this business. I will rise from the ashes of my era and as time goes on the world will once again witness the reenactment of my determination.

Mark-= When you finally do reveal yourself, are we to expect you to continue your quest?

Fiend-= Absolutely. When this paint is removed and my identity revealed it does not mean my job is done or that I no longer have a task to complete, all it means is that it is time for me to put my real name on my actions.

Mark-= Does it bother you at all that your beliefs on the downfall of the GWE don’t sit well with many of the superstars and in fact that not very many of them worry about your in ring capability.

I cracked a grin trying to keep by for slightly laughing.

Fiend-= Not at all...liars is what they all are. I have eyes and ears everywhere, they all wonder who I might be, they all strategize for the unknowing.

Mark-= We are just about out of time one last thing before we cut to commercial break...just any final words as the count down is nearing for your match tonight?

The camera man walked towards me as I had requested, I wanted my face to be the only thing in sight.

Fiend-= Adrian...your new survival of the fittest life style is just an excuse for your greed. As you sit lonely in your locker room watching me in your television screen I ask you these simple questions. How can you fight a man whose constant battle is with himself, how can you adapt to someone that is never the same...always changing moment after moment waiting to strike...and finally how can you possibly overcome when you are fighting a winless battle against an opponent you just can’t figure out. Time is ticking Adrian...still think you deserve it all?

With my final words the camera was cut and the commercial break was brought upon. Maybe this interview served its purpose after all, I felt mentally prepared just like I hoped to be.

Adrian Hood...regret the day you returned....






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		[]After Spark’s Defeat[] Fiend is seen walking through the hallways with his head held high. A slight grin can be seen as he strolls into his locker room to the sound of his ringing cell phone. Fiend is reluctant to answer until he sees the caller of ID of ???? Fiend-= Calling to congratulate me on a fine victory? ???-= The discomfort of defeat seems to have mangled your mind. You were not victorious. Fiend-= In the eyes of the record books no, no I wasn’t. But in the eyes of a man pushing those around him to their limits I was the victor. Jason Sparks can now thank me, he is one step closer to being a complete competitor and I have turned another lackey into a servant of my cause. ???-= What shall you do next? Fiend-= Continue the trend. In short time I will make my statement clear and he will fall. ??-= So soon? Fiend-= It can no longer wait, I find myself wanting to strike at the very glance of this man. The torment of his ways has haunted me and the others for too long, it ends now. ???-= Will you reveal yourself then? Fiend-= I just might... -------=======--------====----------- []Back in Ohio[] --==Days Before Elite--== Victor Danes is leaving his Arkon, Ohio home to head to the airport. Victor is dressed in casual business attire, a suit minus the tie. Over his shoulder he carries his luggage, which of course contains his wrestling gear. Elite will be hosted in Iowa this week and after giving away a win to Jason Sparks, Fiend is faced with an even greater challenge Yo Adrian!!!.... [ Ever since he returned from his mystery land vacation he has been the “it” guy. Falling one match short of the World Title hasn’t broken his spirit. He’s a man on a mission to claim the one piece of jewelry he has yet to collect. I respect Adrian for the man he once was but I hate the man who survived that plane crash. A part of me truly believes he staged the crash and he so called survival in the woods was nothing more then a vacation in a hidden cabin in the mountains. -=How convenient it must have been to return to civilization just in time for the Supremacy tournament.-= ] As Victor Danes proceeded to secure him home by locking the doors a familiar sexy voice can be heard coming from the porch of the house next door. ??-= Victor! Hey! How are you!? Victor turns his attention to her. He waves and smiles polity as he heads down the four step stairs and walks over to her home. Victor-= I’m doing good Jennifer. It’s nice to see you again. Jennifer-= I know! You’re always away on business I never get to see you. We never get to spend anytime getting to know each other, and now I see you’re off another on trip. Victor-= I’ve got a company meeting to attend to, which I’m looking forward to. Jennifer-= Oh really? Victor-= It should be interesting. Like myself a few employees of the past have returned, it’ll be a new bonding experience for us all. Jennifer-= Aw. That does sound nice, hopefully it’ll be fun. Victor-= I’m not going for fun or excitement, I’m only going in hopes to solve a problem I have with one my co-workers. She seemed to be interested in my “problem” but that was due to her attraction of me. It was clear as day, even a blind man could see it. The constant glares, the never-ending smile, she was in love with my looks. A part of me wanted to act on her flirtatious ways but I was in a point in my life where having a woman at my side wouldn’t have benefited me. Jennifer-= A peaceful conflict I hope... Far from it, I plan on tearing the greed from his limbs. Victor-= Ha-ha...Of course. It’s just a matter of fairness and knowing your place in a business. Recently there was an opening in our field to oversee all business operations, you know be the boss. Interviews were done and he didn’t make the cut but now he won’t let up about it. Jennifer-= So what’s he doing? He is still trying to get the job that’s already been taken? Victor-= Exactly. From what I hear he continues to preach to the choir on how he deserves it more then anyone else, that he’s done this, done that, with some more added blah blah blah. I never even dared apply for the job, I from a very nice resume from my first time with the company, but it’s been some time since I was there and I know where I stand. Jennifer-= I bet you just felt you wouldn’t get it, isn’t that right? There she goes trying to be cute. Jennifer tried to hold back her tiny giggle from her cheap shot joke but failed. Victor-= You got me there Jen... Time was running short and I had a plane to catch. I shifted the work related talk and brought things to a personal level, all false information of course. Jennifer was a sweet girl but I just wasn’t interested right now, in reality what would be the point. In a few weeks I’d be gone from Ohio and out of her life... []Moments Before[] The Hood Comes Off Elite is live on air and tensions are running wild. I wished to prepare myself for the next test towards my graduation of success. Prior obligations must be kept as I granted a certain interviewer by the name of Mark Canterbury the privilege of meeting with me. A feeling of excitement was brewing in my stomach. Or was it nervousness? The crowd here in Iowa was expecting to get their money’s worth, they were expecting to see greatness shine. Instead of mentally preparing myself for Adrian Hood I was looking into the eyes of the poor shaven Mark Canterbury. Mark-= Thank you all for tuning it once again to Elite as always I’m Mark Canterbury and I’m here with the mysterious Fiend who will be going one on one tonight with Adrian Hood. The camera was focused on me as I was able to do nothing more then stare a gloomy stare. Mark-= Fiend I must say I’m grateful to be given this opportunity. Lisa and I have been hounding ways to get you to agree. Why the change of heart? Again I stared as sweat was forming on Mark’s forehead. Mark-= Never mind that. Fiend...tonight you get your chance to take down the one man who perhaps is most worthy of being called the number one contender. A victory tonight and you’re stock in the company would most certainly rise. The camera once again put me in full focus as I was the center of attention, they craved for my words...they needed to hear this “Freak” speak. Fiend-= The silence...must be broken. My actions...have done their duty. You’ve been granted the wish of millions. Fiend... has spoken. Mark-= The world knows why you have returned. Do you feel as if your point is getting across? Fiend-= Take a look around...the arena...the audience...the roar of the crowd. They love this place once again, its revival has begun. Mark-= In this revival you propose, is Adrian Hood a superstar you feel going against your cause or should I say beliefs? Fiend-= Adrian...well...Adrian was once apart of that era of excellence. I admired his fighting spirit and the potential he showed to us all. But now... I scanned the view for the dramatic effect as Mark looked fascinated. Mark-= What has changed? Fiend-= Adrian has taken the same path Danny Szatkowski once took. They were once friends and enemies. Greed has taken another victim, just like it had done to Danny. Mark-= I was there last week, the crowd treated Adrian with total disrespect. I looked at Mark with disappointment as I shook my head. Fiend-= Do you honestly believe Adrian didn’t have this coming? He came running back from his hidden castle in the sky and demanded everything. He placed second in a tournament where nothing matters but first place...yet he feels he’s in line for a rematch. Mark-= It does seem as if Marcos is playing along that Hood is the number one contender. Fiend-= Perez was never a wise man. This federation has become a place for the loud mouth... instead of the work horse. I returned under this alter-ego to bring change, if I had returned under my true identity it would have been used to raise money. I would have been thrown into the Supremacy tournament along with all the other returning high ranked superstars just to reach the ratings. Mark-= Why not use your reputation to your advantage...it is doing wonders for Hood? Fiend-= My reputation doesn’t define who I am. I know...my place in this business. I will rise from the ashes of my era and as time goes on the world will once again witness the reenactment of my determination. Mark-= When you finally do reveal yourself, are we to expect you to continue your quest? Fiend-= Absolutely. When this paint is removed and my identity revealed it does not mean my job is done or that I no longer have a task to complete, all it means is that it is time for me to put my real name on my actions. Mark-= Does it bother you at all that your beliefs on the downfall of the GWE don’t sit well with many of the superstars and in fact that not very many of them worry about your in ring capability. I cracked a grin trying to keep by for slightly laughing. Fiend-= Not at all...liars is what they all are. I have eyes and ears everywhere, they all wonder who I might be, they all strategize for the unknowing. Mark-= We are just about out of time one last thing before we cut to commercial break...just any final words as the count down is nearing for your match tonight? The camera man walked towards me as I had requested, I wanted my face to be the only thing in sight. Fiend-= Adrian...your new survival of the fittest life style is just an excuse for your greed. As you sit lonely in your locker room watching me in your television screen I ask you these simple questions. How can you fight a man whose constant battle is with himself, how can you adapt to someone that is never the same...always changing moment after moment waiting to strike...and finally how can you possibly overcome when you are fighting a winless battle against an opponent you just can’t figure out. Time is ticking Adrian...still think you deserve it all? With my final words the camera was cut and the commercial break was brought upon. Maybe this interview served its purpose after all, I felt mentally prepared just like I hoped to be. Adrian Hood...regret the day you returned....