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| [A tidal wave, a tsunami and a monsoon. What do these three things have in common? They're all phenomenons of weather, most importantly of water. Heavy devastation and destruction can be wrecked upon small seaside villages, lives can be lost and much worse can happen. Tidal Wave Wrestling has a new face and tomorrow night Donaven Winters makes his debut. He has been considered to be extremely suicidal, but only few really know this and fewer will want to face him in the ring.] [The walls seemed to be closing in, inching their way towards the maimed body that lied helpless on the concrete floor. Donaven Winters' body had started to move as the walls slowly pushed inward on his body. He slowly looked up, put his hands in the air and could only watch as the walls began to press him to an untimely end, then he woke up. He shot up in his bed, clenching the sheets as sweat dripped from his hair which had been matted down.] "What the hell?" [Donaven reached over to an end table and turned on the three way bulb.] "Well, now that I'm awake, I might as well get ready for my inaugural match. The christening of the new regime of Tidal Wave Wrestling. A regime that will be reminiscent of the Reign of Terror that took place during the French Revolution. No, heads won't be sliced off at every little disgruntled Frenchman's whine. But no prisoners will be taken and I have my eyes on the future, the Tidal Wave Wrestling World Championship. Sure, it could be months before Swift realizes that talent he hired, but to no avail I will be the pinnacle of Tidal Wave Wrestling by the year 2001. And that my fellow associates is a promise. [He slowly pulled the covers off of his still sweating body and he stepped onto the cold hard wood floor, shivering as he did so. He slowly walked into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. He pulled out a package of razors and took one out. He smiled as he ran the blade over his finger and the blood began to trickle into the sink.] "A promise that I intend to keep. I don't care how many I leave dead. I don't care how many pints of blood are left on the road I pave behind me, but I have a feeling that the blood will have to be measured in gallons, not pints. It all starts on tomorrow night, Sazuka and Wako. Sazuka,, I've seen your work. I admired you work from the Fans Wrestling Federation, I was even in there for a stint this summer, but the competition wasn't enough and I'm sure you felt the same about Goldman's nickel-and-dimer federation. We've both moved onto better things and in Tidal Wave Wrestling we will clash together like two gods upon Mount Olympus. Wako, is just an afterthought to me. You are the dangerous one, I know what you are capable of, I've watched the tapes and I've seen your big FWF victories and you won't be getting a glorious victory over me. Sazuka, you'll have to get me to bleed to death to gain any measure of glory against a man of my stature. We may do battle further down the road after tomorrow night, maybe for the World Gold sometime, but for the here and the now, Sazuka...there is no easy way out of tomorrow night." [Donaven turned the sink on and the water flowed fiercely from the faucet as the water turned a dark red as it connected with his bloodied finger. He smiled, almost sinister like.] "This has been a warning not just for Sazuka, not just for Wako, but for every member in the TWW locker room, roster, janitors, upper-management and whomever else works at TWW. You will soon find out that this is a contract you should have never been agreed to, by either of us. I'm going to wreck havoc on whoever I please, starting with tomorrow night. The snowball effect will take place and there is nothing any of you can do to stop it from happening." [The faucet suddenly turned off and Donaven reached back into the medicine cabinet. He put a bandage around his cut finger, smiling sadistically as he did so. He walked out of the bathroom and climbed back into the warmth and comfort of his bed.] [Donaven Winters has the mentality of either someone very sick, or the mentality of a true genius. Whichever it may be and it could be a deadly combination of the two Sazuka and Wako will find out what he is made of tomorrow night. Donaven is saying this is the beginning of something big, magical, almost mysterious and he might be right.] |
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