[Nightfall�it is the time in which the demons walk the streets. The people that are shunned from society in the daylight seek refuge by the cover of the night sky and go out to live their lives when those of us who walk in daylight sleep, comfortably and securely in our beds.]

[The streets, in this city that begins to come into focus as the camera�s view fades in, are barren and without a soul on them. It is midnight, one in the morning, two in the morning, the exact time is unknown except that it is dark and all innocents are away.]

[The camera moves along the barren streets before moving into an alley and making its way down towards what looked to be a waterfront dock property, where boats that traveled along this small port were able to dock for the night or load/unload their cargos and shipments.]

[As the camera moved down the alley between the waterfronts� various warehouses and the normal business streets of the city it was easy to see the decay that had begun to engulf this area. The alley was littered with trash almost ankle deep, shards of broken glass cracked under the foot of the cameraman and the light of the camera illuminated the bloodstains that wrote the history of gang fights and brawls that had taken place in only this area, not to mention the happenings along the rest of the waterfront.]

[Finally the camera turns, not into another alley or into another street but towards a single warehouse, worn down by age and condemned after perhaps centuries of service to the local shipping yards. The hand of the cameraman can be seen as he reaches the door to the warehouse, pushing softly on the wooden door and pulling away as it swings open, invitingly and yet with an air of caution at the same time.]

[The inside of the warehouse is dark as the lights, the ones that were not torn from the ceiling, had long since burned out and the floor was covered in dirt, grime, broken glass and wood shavings. A spiral staircase was off to the right and led up to what was presumably where the warehouse offices were located.]

[The cameraman, uncertain as he must have been about entering made his way slowly across the old floor. He took about three small steps before pausing to decide where to go and as he stopped a loud creaking could be heard from the floorboards above. The camera panned around slowly, its light illuminating the stairs as the cameraman made his way up them slowly in hopes of identifying the cause of the sudden creaking floor.]

[The steps, or at least the parts that could be seen by the camera�s light, were dust-covered and old but on each step was a solidly positioned footprint. It was most likely a size fourteen or fifteen and alternated on the steps between a left and right foot, and it went in the direction of the upstairs which meant that whoever had made the print was still up there.]

[The upstairs area of the warehouse was not exactly complex as there were only three rooms; a bathroom at the end of the small corridor, a room directly right of the stairs that was bolted shut and finally a room next to the locked room where a small light could be seen coming from it. The camera began moving carefully across the floor, creaking the floorboards as it went and determining the noise that had been heard moments ago. It turned to the partially-opened door and the hand of the cameraman pushed the door open with ease to show a near-barren office.]

[The floor was dust-covered and the only piece of furniture in the room was an old oak desk that was slowly rotting away after a few years of no use, and constant attack by weather, bugs and cold. The rear of the office had a large window that stretched across the entire wall and gave a perfect view of the warehouse�s ground floor, perhaps so that a boss or employer could watch the activities of those he hired. The office was not empty for living activity either as a man, or his shadow more specifically, was standing near the window with his back to the camera.]

[His frame was recognizable and the black trench coat had become as much a symbol of Sin Wrestling as anybody or anything else�Draco included. This was not just any man; this was Sin Wrestling�s rising top star, one of the top draws, their biggest name and their Platinum Champion Slash Tannon.]

[He made no move to turn or to even acknowledge the arrival of the camera; he simply began to speak�perhaps to himself, perhaps to the camera, perhaps to some unseen being.]

�Draco is perhaps the greatest challenge of my career in SW. Here is a man who still understands that this�this business�is not a business but rather a game.�

[Tannon said with a sense of genuine honesty in his voice as he continued to look out the office window.]

�He is at a point in his life where he can still separate the business that occurs in the ring and the aspect of his life that starts once he walks out of the arena each week.

"Draco in Sin may not the same Draco that bought a home, that took a fine woman out to a dinner or that ordered a pizza from the restaurant down the street."

"He thinks he can separate those two halves, he believes he can beat me, I think otherwise.�

[Tannon turns slowly towards the camera so that his face is illuminated by the light on the equipment. His voice is quite and almost imperceptible if not for the echo that carries through the near-empty room.]

�I grew up without an identity�without any knowledge of love or belonging.

I was abandoned by every person who has ever gotten close to me from my mother, to my father, to every foster family I was placed in, to Lauren Tannon, even to her abusive husband, and finally to Nathan Donaldson.

Those losses, those betrayals to me have scarred me deeper than any therapist or doctor could reach.

I was broken from feeling from the moment I was born and over 25 years that breadth between me and true happiness has grown to a length impossible to ever cross.

One thing has sustained me and that is my ability to put ALL of me, 100% of my being into this business. The Slash Tannon you see here is the same one who competes in that ring, and is the same one you see out at a local autograph session.

I am not playing any gimmick Draco, unlike you, this is me and what you see is what you get.�

[Tannon spreads his arms outwards, as if asking for the world to look at him and see the Slash Tannon before them, the only Slash Tannon, the true Slash Tannon without any gimmicks or mock-ups. His tone turns to that of a low growl as he continues to speak, his hands lowering with each sentence until they are at his sides and his eyes are focused, despite being behind the black shades over his eyes, on the camera in front of him.]

�Normally that would suffice to a person�to see the truth before them but to those who see me, who see what I am and understand that it IS me and not any quote/unquote gimmick it is one of the most unsettling feelings in the world.

I mean, for them to know that there is a man out there who truly embodies the worst that they see in movies, books and within their own hearts must be a sickening feeling.

For them to know that each night as they lie their head back on the pillow and shut their eyes, that I am out there somewhere with my darkness, my hate, my greed, my power and my fire all in tow.�

[Tannon takes a few steps along the side of the office until he is staring out the center of the large wall-encompassing window. He continues to speak this time not directed at the cameraman but rather to whoever is listening.]

�Draco, you must realize that I AM willing to do anything to defeat you, and add to my collection of wins and titles.

You may be a great wrestler in the ring but you are not what a champion is meant to be.

A champion, a man with true unbridled power, is a champion when he wakes up, when he is at dinner, when he sleeps and every moment of his life revolves around holding and defending and making that golden title worth something.

A champion is not simply a nine to five wrestler.

You cannot just walk into a ring and compete for the top prize in this sport and then decide that it was all some kind of a game for you and as long as you are out of the ring you are no longer buried under a gimmick.

Anything you say about being different in or out of the ring is utter crap! You saying that I face nothing but lowcards for this Platinum Title is utter crap! You actually believing that you're in the same level as myself is utter crap!

[Tannon's voice rises to an angered and fever pitch as he turns slowly, half towards the camera and half still towards the window.]

�UTTER CRAP!�

[Tannon screams out before turning and slamming his fist literally through the pane glass window. For a split second a perfectly round hole could be seen in the glass before the entire window crumpled and fell in shards across the floor.]

[Tannon slowly withdrew his gloved hand and looked angrily at first the two or three shards of glass that stuck to the cloth material of his glove and then at the broken pieces of window at his feet. He speaks slowly, not drawing his face away from the glass as his tone hardens.]

�This is why I hold the power Draco; this is why you stand no chance in defeating me at Night Of The Living Sin.

I cannot be stopped Draco, you cannot actually believe that you hold any of the cards in our match.

You are simply another name that has been pulled out of a hat and thrown in front of me.

I mean, look at people like Flame and Sid, they are two of the biggest names here and I made them look like fools for doing my dirty work and they did it just like the dogs that they are.

It amuses me to hear such comments from you Draco.

You've done nothing and everyone knows you're a lackey.

You're worthless.

People pay their hard earned money to see me!

Draco you could be a brilliant technician but with out any flair, no sparks, a man who will make his mark in this business and then fade out into forgotten lore. You would have been a great champion except for two things; one, you're held down by Casanova and two, you're in the same federation as I am and for that you will never be any better than me.

I think you should restore those comments about be being a little shit Draco. You know I did lead a mob at one time, and at anytime I can assemble them and have you dealt with swiftly and stealthy. I've seen violence and events more harsh than your heart could ever desire!

It isn't my fault that you feel jealous of me. Everyone is jealous."

[Tannon picks up a piece of the broken glass as he speaks and slowly brings it up to his face, slowly letting it cut into his skin and allowing his own blood to be drawn.]

[He lets the bloody shard fall to the floor with a crash as he speaks out again, the tone of his voice deep and direct almost threatening in fact.]

�Draco you are average at best at dishing out pain but your ability to take it was almost null. You know nothing of true power. Soon enough all you hold dear shall also be shattered and broken.�

[Tannon smirks and turns to the camera, holding his right fist up so that it can zoom in and note the smallest trickle of blood seeping through the thin cloth of the glove. Tannon lets out a small chuckle as he continues.]

�Draco, this show is titled Night Of the Living Sin, a night where many sins will occur.

A certain sin that I cannot be accountable for what I will do to you.

You will feel intense pain and suffering.

You will know what total impact is all about.

This business is my life and my love and every night I leave my blood, my sweat and my pain in that ring.

For that I have gained power over the years until I stand today as the Sin Platinum Champion, and son to be Sin World Champion. I will not give that up for you or for the fans or for anyone else who strives to take my gold from me.

I hold the power, more so than you can ever imagine until it is too late.

Your time has ended and you WILL realize that as truth when you and I meet on Sunday. When you enter the arena you will be of two entities; the Draco in the ring and the one outside�

[Tannon places his hands lightly atop the old desk, his hands making impressions in the dust-covered top. His head is lowered but he speaks, from a more guttural tone than before.]

�Draco�when the match is over and the lights and cameras dim I will have crushed you and sent you reeling back into reality as one being and one being alone.

Draco�a wrestler

Draco�broken

Draco�the next victim of Sin Wrestling�s Greatest Platinum Champion�

Slash Tannon.�

[Tannon does not look up but for all intents and purposes he is done.]

[For now]

[The camera slowly begins to pull back, making its ways across the old wooden floor of the warehouse as the creaking of the floor boards could be heard below and the smell of sawdust continued to fill the air.]

[Finally back in the hallway the cameraman�s hand reached into view to pull the door shut on the office and on Tannon before returning to holding the camera and slowly fading to black�]

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