The scene opens, descending a metallic staircase into what is now recognisable as the basement level of the ATW Industrial Arena. It moves on to the labyrinthine structure that's made up of the miles and miles of dark and dingy tunnels and corridors of the arena. Continuing on through the arena's very bowels, the cameraman is only accompanied by his own sense of deep foreboding. Eventually he arrives at his destination, the training room of "The Oncoming Storm", Adam Nedman.
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On entering, Adam Nedman can be seen, sitting cross-legged, in something resembling the lotus position, on a wicker mat, wearing his usual garb of long training shorts and taped up hands and feet. His eyes are firmly closed and the palms of his hands rest loosely on his knees. After a few seconds, he opens his eyes and stares straight through the lens of the camera.
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Nedman: Hida-san. Tonight, we will meet in combat again and probably for the final time. Our chosen battlefield - Hell in a Cell. It's almost poetic, an inescapable cage of wire and steel that has ended careers and ruined lives, and you're trapped in there with me and my Riddle of Steel.
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He pauses, closes his eyes for a deep and cleansing breath, then reopens them.
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Nedman: I'm going to tell you something that I don't think you have yet realised, Hida-san, the battle has already been won. I'll go out there and fight, not for those few shiny pieces of metal glued to a hunk of dead animal skin, but based on my own personal code and the desire to be the better man, the better warrior. Whereas you will be fighting at the behest of your shogun, Phenom the Vampire Lord, a master so cruel and corrupt that he has blinded you to your own code.
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He moves his right hand off of his knee and gestures over to a wall, whereon hang a series of parchments displaying Japanese characters. The shot returns back to the still seated wrestler.
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Nedman: You do recognise those, don't you Hida-san? They represent the virtues of Bushido. Remember them? You've shown precious little of them since you began your time here in ATW. Respect, honesty, honour, et cetera, et cetera. The only one you have displayed any sign of is loyalty, just a shame it was loyalty to Phenom.
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Again he pauses, closes his eyes, breathes deeply then reopens his eyes.
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Nedman: So at Architects of the Apocalypse II, we shall fight, not only for the ReEvolution Championship, but for honour. And we both know the fate of the samurai who lives without honour...
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He closes his eyes as the camera retreats back the way it came in.
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Nedman: Beware the Oncoming Storm.
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The shot fades out.
OOC: So long ATW, it's been fun.
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On entering, Adam Nedman can be seen, sitting cross-legged, in something resembling the lotus position, on a wicker mat, wearing his usual garb of long training shorts and taped up hands and feet. His eyes are firmly closed and the palms of his hands rest loosely on his knees. After a few seconds, he opens his eyes and stares straight through the lens of the camera.
-
Nedman: Hida-san. Tonight, we will meet in combat again and probably for the final time. Our chosen battlefield - Hell in a Cell. It's almost poetic, an inescapable cage of wire and steel that has ended careers and ruined lives, and you're trapped in there with me and my Riddle of Steel.
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He pauses, closes his eyes for a deep and cleansing breath, then reopens them.
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Nedman: I'm going to tell you something that I don't think you have yet realised, Hida-san, the battle has already been won. I'll go out there and fight, not for those few shiny pieces of metal glued to a hunk of dead animal skin, but based on my own personal code and the desire to be the better man, the better warrior. Whereas you will be fighting at the behest of your shogun, Phenom the Vampire Lord, a master so cruel and corrupt that he has blinded you to your own code.
-
He moves his right hand off of his knee and gestures over to a wall, whereon hang a series of parchments displaying Japanese characters. The shot returns back to the still seated wrestler.
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Nedman: You do recognise those, don't you Hida-san? They represent the virtues of Bushido. Remember them? You've shown precious little of them since you began your time here in ATW. Respect, honesty, honour, et cetera, et cetera. The only one you have displayed any sign of is loyalty, just a shame it was loyalty to Phenom.
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Again he pauses, closes his eyes, breathes deeply then reopens his eyes.
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Nedman: So at Architects of the Apocalypse II, we shall fight, not only for the ReEvolution Championship, but for honour. And we both know the fate of the samurai who lives without honour...
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He closes his eyes as the camera retreats back the way it came in.
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Nedman: Beware the Oncoming Storm.
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The shot fades out.
OOC: So long ATW, it's been fun.