AS81: Ty Burna vs. Amber Warren
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Ty Burna
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The scene opens up inside a large electronic store, a long wall of TV's of varying sizes run from one end to the other, employees in blue shirts badgering customers everywhere if they need help or not. A familiar figure can be seen staring up at the 80 inch screens, wearing baggy jeans and a black hoodie, his familiar raven locks tied back as he contemplates which to get. An employee walks up to him, fully unaware of the pit he just fell into.
Employee: Can I help you find anything sir?
The black haired man doesn't respond, his eyes scanning the prices and the specs of each TV. He raises his hand up slowly, rubbing his chin as he continues to look for the best one. The employee raises an eyebrow, clears his throat and speaks again.
Employee: Sir? Is there anything I can help you with.
The camera pulls up a bit to reveal Ty Burna, his eyes finally averting from the TV's as he looks towards the far shorter employee. Ty's eyes narrows at the sudden interference that has bothered him.
Ty: You could multiply the amount of knowledge you have of electronics by ten and still not know enough to help me boy.
Employee: I'll have you know that I am certified in TV repair!
Ty smirks and begins chuckling as he walks up and runs his finger along the base of one of the TV's.
Ty: And if you're certified to handle the insides of such failure happy devices, why do you work for near minimum wage hawking overpriced and under performing devices to the uneducated? You can go away now. No, actually just point me to the TV with the fasted refresh rate and then call over the goons to load this up and deliver it for me. Are we clear?
Ty turns towards the petulant idiot, his eyes flashing red for a split second as the smirk remains on his face. A look of fear forms on the employee's face as he points slowly up to a specific TV.
Employee: Th.....that one.
Ty: Excellent! Then that shall be the one I take. It appears you'll get some commission today. I'll be at the checkout area.
Employee: What...what name should I put on this?
Ty: Hmm? Oh you can put it on the account labeled WZCW. They should have one on record here. Authorization name on that, Vance Bateman.
Ty walks off as he slides his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, his smirk widening a bit at the thought of Vance Bateman seeing such a large charge on the account. The old fool deserves it after all the crap he's put him through over the years. Ty suddenly has an idea and takes a detour over to the game section. He quickly snaps up the two newest console, a few games and quickly carries them over to the check out area. He places everything on the counter as the scene fades out. It returns several moments in front of Mikey Stormrage's house. The electronic store's truck pulls away, revealing a large number of boxes along with Ty leaning against the TV. He rings the doorbell and Mikey soon answers. Ty nods his head to him.
Ty: I hope this makes up for your old TV. Take care of yourself Mikey.
Before Mikey can even respond Ty pulls the hood up over his head and walks away as Mikey looks on before dragging the large TV into his house. The scene fades back to Ty as he walks down the road, the sun shining and the sound of kids playing around him. He looks up and spots a park with a lake in the center. He makes his way over there, finding shade under a large tree over looking the lake. He brushes his hood off his head as he sits against the tree, taking a deep breath in when his phone rings suddenly. He pulls it out and answers quickly.
Ty: Serafina. How is Mexico?
Serafina: Interesting to say the least Ty. Though I think we have come to an understanding, El Califa and I.
Ty: Is that so? And what type of agreement is that?
Serafina: He'll leave some of Dr. Zeus for you if you spare Amber Warren.
A manic smirk slowly firms on Ty's face as he looks over his shoulder for a moment before looking forward to the calm water. The sound of kids laughing as they run past comes into the feed.
Serafina: Ty...where are you exactly?
Ty: Hmm? Oh there's this park nearby Mikey's house, I figure I'd stop by and rest for a moment.
Serafina: Did you hit your head or something? Shouldn't you be watching tape on Amber Warren?
Ty: I've seen all I need to see. Now, El Califa. How did this agreement come to pass? Didn't Amber shove him off the top of the world almost in a literal sense?
Serafina: Yeah....he thinks he can bring her back from Zeus's control.
Ty quirks an eyebrow as he listens to Serafina, noticing the odd tone in her voice.
Ty: So what aren't you telling me exactly Serafina?
Serafina: It's....El Califa. I found him stumbling drunk in his gym.
Ty: And how many times have you found me at the wrong end of an empty bottle of Crown Royal?
Serafina: That's not the problem though Ty. He was the El Califa that we have scouted and have intel on. Initially anyway. But as soon as I tugged at his mental strings, he changed into this completely different person.
Ty: So we have another Barbosa on our hands?
Serafina: No, I don't think he realizes when he slips into this differnet persona. He had a different mask on too Ty. It's a different Dragon.
Ty: I see. Well since you're in the right spot for that type of research, stick around and see what you can find on it. See if there's anything in his past that may clue you in. We don't need another crazed maniac around here in WZCW. See if it's more ego than instability.
Serafina: I don't think it's insanity if that's what you believe.
Ty: Neither do I, more than likely a defensive mechanism when everything got dropped on him.
Serafina: Understood. So the deal we have with Califa.......how are you going to marry that agreement with your idea to take out the underlings one at a time?
Ty chuckles as he leans his head back against the tree, staring up at the numerous leaves hanging from the branches. He slowly reaches out and picks one. He holds it by the stem as he slowly pulls on one half of it.
Ty: Very simple my little rogue. I maim her. I put her through unimaginable pain. I clip the wings, but I do not kill the bird. El Califa won't get her back in one piece, but maybe he can mend what's broken after I'm done with her. Like a leaf attached to a tree, I can tear off the one half while the other continues to live.
Serafina: And you're going to have the self control to do that in a Mayhem Rules match? Do you remember the last time you were in that type of match? You sent Bowen to the hospital to get his head sewn back up.
Ty: And Amber Warren helped steal the most valuable thing in my life, so if I rob her of her beauty and make her ugly once more, than I feel that will be sufficient. Maybe.
Serafina audibly sighs into the phone as the manic smile on Ty widens.
Serafina: You're going to ruin any chance at having an ally with Mikey busy dealing with that idiot Runn.
Ty: I guess I'm caring less and less as time goes on. Whether he's helping me or not specifically, he's still a cannon that can be used against Zeus's fortress.
Serafina: I hope your right Ty.
Ty: I always am Serafina. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some shopping to do.
Serafina: Shopping?
Ty: Hardware store specifically. I'll see you in a few days my dear rogue.
Serafina: Ty don't y....
Click. Ty hangs up as he laughs quietly to himself. The scene fades to black for several moments before returning to a dim room. Sitting in the middle is a wooden table, chairs set up on top of it along with a trash can. Ty stands in front of this collection, a kendo stick in one hand and a large spool of barbed wire in the other.
Ty: These are tools of the craft Amber. You may be proficient with that sneak attack of yours, but you are nothing when you are caught standing in front of me.
Ty spins around, his hair let down and no longer wearing a shirt. He slaps the kendo stick on the ground before pointing it directly towards the camera.
Ty: You walk into my domain now at Ascension. I have survived war after war, destroyed great warriors with their own weapon of choice. The greatest Mayhem Champion Alex Bowen, fell to my hand. Steamboat Ricky, Everest, Drake Callahan, Showtime Cougar, all great Mayhem Champions. Failures against the likes of me. They could not go to that next level, they refused to sacrifice their humanity to go to the depths necessary to truly live up to the name Mayhem. Mayhem, it is such a familiar essence to me Amber. It reminds me so much of.....oh what is it I'm thinking of.
The weapons behind Ty suddenly erupt in flames as the camera moves up, revealing a symbol burning in the room now.
Ty: Oh yes, that little power called Chaos. You shall be the first sacrifice Amber Warren. The first causality in this war your Pale Riders have started against me. Your almighty messiah Zeus, pitiful in his methods. He hides like the coward he is, but he shall soon see what little defense he has against me, and with your bloodied body hanging from the noose I shall prepare for you, you will just be a cadaver to test what atrocities I will commit in the name of destroying every Pale Rider remaining. Fallout stands idly by, ready to defend his savior in a moment's notice, but this soldier of misfortune shall bow down to a true general of warfare.
Ty turns to the weapons, extending the kendo stick and catching it a blaze. Ty spins it in his hand before lifting his arms up, levitating up slowly to the top onto the two chairs set up, the flames lashing out around him.
Ty: There will be no more attacks from behind Amber Warren. I have eyes in the back of my head now, and they see your trembling lips. You were once a dragon, funny that you shall be devoured by the Great Serpent! Your former partner El Califa begs for your survival, but the Harbinger of Chaos can grant no promise for you! Except this one.
Ty holds the kendo stick out, and the flames shoot down the rest of it, enveloping his hand as well as his eyes flash red.
Ty: The Queen is dead. Long live the King of Darkness.
Ty throws his hand down and the fire in his hand strikes the ground, completely enveloping the room in fire.
Ty: Thus it is written.
The screen goes black.
Ty: So it shall come to pass.
Employee: Can I help you find anything sir?
The black haired man doesn't respond, his eyes scanning the prices and the specs of each TV. He raises his hand up slowly, rubbing his chin as he continues to look for the best one. The employee raises an eyebrow, clears his throat and speaks again.
Employee: Sir? Is there anything I can help you with.
The camera pulls up a bit to reveal Ty Burna, his eyes finally averting from the TV's as he looks towards the far shorter employee. Ty's eyes narrows at the sudden interference that has bothered him.
Ty: You could multiply the amount of knowledge you have of electronics by ten and still not know enough to help me boy.
Employee: I'll have you know that I am certified in TV repair!
Ty smirks and begins chuckling as he walks up and runs his finger along the base of one of the TV's.
Ty: And if you're certified to handle the insides of such failure happy devices, why do you work for near minimum wage hawking overpriced and under performing devices to the uneducated? You can go away now. No, actually just point me to the TV with the fasted refresh rate and then call over the goons to load this up and deliver it for me. Are we clear?
Ty turns towards the petulant idiot, his eyes flashing red for a split second as the smirk remains on his face. A look of fear forms on the employee's face as he points slowly up to a specific TV.
Employee: Th.....that one.
Ty: Excellent! Then that shall be the one I take. It appears you'll get some commission today. I'll be at the checkout area.
Employee: What...what name should I put on this?
Ty: Hmm? Oh you can put it on the account labeled WZCW. They should have one on record here. Authorization name on that, Vance Bateman.
Ty walks off as he slides his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, his smirk widening a bit at the thought of Vance Bateman seeing such a large charge on the account. The old fool deserves it after all the crap he's put him through over the years. Ty suddenly has an idea and takes a detour over to the game section. He quickly snaps up the two newest console, a few games and quickly carries them over to the check out area. He places everything on the counter as the scene fades out. It returns several moments in front of Mikey Stormrage's house. The electronic store's truck pulls away, revealing a large number of boxes along with Ty leaning against the TV. He rings the doorbell and Mikey soon answers. Ty nods his head to him.
Ty: I hope this makes up for your old TV. Take care of yourself Mikey.
Before Mikey can even respond Ty pulls the hood up over his head and walks away as Mikey looks on before dragging the large TV into his house. The scene fades back to Ty as he walks down the road, the sun shining and the sound of kids playing around him. He looks up and spots a park with a lake in the center. He makes his way over there, finding shade under a large tree over looking the lake. He brushes his hood off his head as he sits against the tree, taking a deep breath in when his phone rings suddenly. He pulls it out and answers quickly.
Ty: Serafina. How is Mexico?
Serafina: Interesting to say the least Ty. Though I think we have come to an understanding, El Califa and I.
Ty: Is that so? And what type of agreement is that?
Serafina: He'll leave some of Dr. Zeus for you if you spare Amber Warren.
A manic smirk slowly firms on Ty's face as he looks over his shoulder for a moment before looking forward to the calm water. The sound of kids laughing as they run past comes into the feed.
Serafina: Ty...where are you exactly?
Ty: Hmm? Oh there's this park nearby Mikey's house, I figure I'd stop by and rest for a moment.
Serafina: Did you hit your head or something? Shouldn't you be watching tape on Amber Warren?
Ty: I've seen all I need to see. Now, El Califa. How did this agreement come to pass? Didn't Amber shove him off the top of the world almost in a literal sense?
Serafina: Yeah....he thinks he can bring her back from Zeus's control.
Ty quirks an eyebrow as he listens to Serafina, noticing the odd tone in her voice.
Ty: So what aren't you telling me exactly Serafina?
Serafina: It's....El Califa. I found him stumbling drunk in his gym.
Ty: And how many times have you found me at the wrong end of an empty bottle of Crown Royal?
Serafina: That's not the problem though Ty. He was the El Califa that we have scouted and have intel on. Initially anyway. But as soon as I tugged at his mental strings, he changed into this completely different person.
Ty: So we have another Barbosa on our hands?
Serafina: No, I don't think he realizes when he slips into this differnet persona. He had a different mask on too Ty. It's a different Dragon.
Ty: I see. Well since you're in the right spot for that type of research, stick around and see what you can find on it. See if there's anything in his past that may clue you in. We don't need another crazed maniac around here in WZCW. See if it's more ego than instability.
Serafina: I don't think it's insanity if that's what you believe.
Ty: Neither do I, more than likely a defensive mechanism when everything got dropped on him.
Serafina: Understood. So the deal we have with Califa.......how are you going to marry that agreement with your idea to take out the underlings one at a time?
Ty chuckles as he leans his head back against the tree, staring up at the numerous leaves hanging from the branches. He slowly reaches out and picks one. He holds it by the stem as he slowly pulls on one half of it.
Ty: Very simple my little rogue. I maim her. I put her through unimaginable pain. I clip the wings, but I do not kill the bird. El Califa won't get her back in one piece, but maybe he can mend what's broken after I'm done with her. Like a leaf attached to a tree, I can tear off the one half while the other continues to live.
Serafina: And you're going to have the self control to do that in a Mayhem Rules match? Do you remember the last time you were in that type of match? You sent Bowen to the hospital to get his head sewn back up.
Ty: And Amber Warren helped steal the most valuable thing in my life, so if I rob her of her beauty and make her ugly once more, than I feel that will be sufficient. Maybe.
Serafina audibly sighs into the phone as the manic smile on Ty widens.
Serafina: You're going to ruin any chance at having an ally with Mikey busy dealing with that idiot Runn.
Ty: I guess I'm caring less and less as time goes on. Whether he's helping me or not specifically, he's still a cannon that can be used against Zeus's fortress.
Serafina: I hope your right Ty.
Ty: I always am Serafina. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some shopping to do.
Serafina: Shopping?
Ty: Hardware store specifically. I'll see you in a few days my dear rogue.
Serafina: Ty don't y....
Click. Ty hangs up as he laughs quietly to himself. The scene fades to black for several moments before returning to a dim room. Sitting in the middle is a wooden table, chairs set up on top of it along with a trash can. Ty stands in front of this collection, a kendo stick in one hand and a large spool of barbed wire in the other.
Ty: These are tools of the craft Amber. You may be proficient with that sneak attack of yours, but you are nothing when you are caught standing in front of me.
Ty spins around, his hair let down and no longer wearing a shirt. He slaps the kendo stick on the ground before pointing it directly towards the camera.
Ty: You walk into my domain now at Ascension. I have survived war after war, destroyed great warriors with their own weapon of choice. The greatest Mayhem Champion Alex Bowen, fell to my hand. Steamboat Ricky, Everest, Drake Callahan, Showtime Cougar, all great Mayhem Champions. Failures against the likes of me. They could not go to that next level, they refused to sacrifice their humanity to go to the depths necessary to truly live up to the name Mayhem. Mayhem, it is such a familiar essence to me Amber. It reminds me so much of.....oh what is it I'm thinking of.
The weapons behind Ty suddenly erupt in flames as the camera moves up, revealing a symbol burning in the room now.
Ty: Oh yes, that little power called Chaos. You shall be the first sacrifice Amber Warren. The first causality in this war your Pale Riders have started against me. Your almighty messiah Zeus, pitiful in his methods. He hides like the coward he is, but he shall soon see what little defense he has against me, and with your bloodied body hanging from the noose I shall prepare for you, you will just be a cadaver to test what atrocities I will commit in the name of destroying every Pale Rider remaining. Fallout stands idly by, ready to defend his savior in a moment's notice, but this soldier of misfortune shall bow down to a true general of warfare.
Ty turns to the weapons, extending the kendo stick and catching it a blaze. Ty spins it in his hand before lifting his arms up, levitating up slowly to the top onto the two chairs set up, the flames lashing out around him.
Ty: There will be no more attacks from behind Amber Warren. I have eyes in the back of my head now, and they see your trembling lips. You were once a dragon, funny that you shall be devoured by the Great Serpent! Your former partner El Califa begs for your survival, but the Harbinger of Chaos can grant no promise for you! Except this one.
Ty holds the kendo stick out, and the flames shoot down the rest of it, enveloping his hand as well as his eyes flash red.
Ty: The Queen is dead. Long live the King of Darkness.
Ty throws his hand down and the fire in his hand strikes the ground, completely enveloping the room in fire.
Ty: Thus it is written.
The screen goes black.
Ty: So it shall come to pass.
On the set of Meltdown 106, we see a bunch of the production crew getting everything ready before the big show. We see numerous people setting up lights, getting the ring ready, and all that jazz.
Crew Chief: Almost done guys. Just a few more lights and we’ll be done for the night. I know it’s late but we had to get this done, owner’s orders. You know the drill.
One crew member heads to the back for a drink of water, clearly exhausted from setting everything up. The man walks passed a few crates containing a myriad of wires that only God knows connects to what. He finally reaches the food area where he rehydrates himself. He parts his long, silk-like hair apart to avoid getting any hotter. The thud his black boots make grow louder with each step he takes. When he reaches there, he notices that there isn’t any more cups. Disappointed, the crew member walks passed a few other crates since he knows where the extra cups are.
As he journeys his way to the extra cups, the lights dim the farther he goes but this doesn’t faze him at all as he really needs to hydrate himself. Finally, the silk-like haired crew member spots the extra cups and picks it up. However, he’s bashed from behind by an unknown figure.
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The lights are dimmer than last time. You can almost feel the hot air coming from every area of the room. The crew member sits there tied to a chair with tape attached on his mouth. He struggles to free himself but to no avail. Suddenly, a door opens and a dark figure appears. The dark figure gets closer and finally comes into the light. The dark figure is revealed to be Amber Warren. Another figure comes from the shadows and it’s revealed to be Fallout. She quickly removes the tape from the crew member’s mouth who screams in pain.
Crew Member: What’s going on? Why am I here?
Amber: You will not speak.
Crew Member: Look, I’m just a crew member here for WZCW. My name’s Charles. I just went to go get myself a cup of water. I didn’t mean any harm to you or anyone else.
Amber stands there stoic not moving a single muscle as she analyzes Charles who is creeped out.
Amber: Oh Charles. It's cute how you think you could possibly cause any harm to an ant, or me for that matter. I mean, just look at yourself. You're pale as hell, you need some sunlight. The bags under your eyes tell me you are either unhappy or suicidal. Stop struggling too much though, it’s not like I’m going to hurt you......much.
She plays with Charles’s hair, twirling them in buns as she circles him. She pulls something out from her pocket, mascara to be exact.
Amber: Don’t move Charles. If you move, my friend over here will take actions into his own hands and I'm not responsible for any of his actions. He acts on his own.
Amber motions over to Fallout who stands stoic as well, looking ready to strike at any time. Amber then begins putting mascara on Charles, darkening his already tired eyes. When she’s satisfied with her work, she tosses the mascara and forces Charles to look at her.
Amber: Well look who we have here.....Ty Burna. Nice for you to join us Ty.
Amber simply nods and circles around Charles as she speaks.
Amber: I must say, you’re quite impressive Ty Burna. Probably the most accomplished superstar here in WZCW. But see, I have a teeny little problem with that.
Amber allows Charles to look down this time while still talking.
Amber: You paint yourself as someone who’s so dark, so intriguing. But when in reality, it’s all a hoax. You claim to be the personification of evil but even you don’t know why you do these things. You see, your evil is all a hoax. An act you put on. The people you have conquered are weak to have fallen to someone so.....false. Talk about a false idol huh?
She stands right in front of Charles this time and has a forearm across his throat.
Amber: Why don't you tell me how you're going to beat me in our upcoming Mayhem match on Ascension Ty? Tell me!
Amber begins pressing her forearm tighter against Charles's throat rendering him to almost pass out.
Amber: Tell me right now!
She's damn near choking him before she lets up causing Charles to gasp for air as he coughs his lungs out.
Amber: So you couldn't tell me how you'll beat me huh? Do you want to know why that's so Ty Burna?
Amber holds his face to look straight at her almost squeezing his face as if she wants to pop it like a balloon.
Amber: Because you won't beat me. Sure, you lucky that one time in our tag team match but that won't happen again, I guaran-damn-tee it.
She continues holding his face to address as Charles turns a bright red looking like he's going to explode pretty soon.
Amber: Do you know how I know? Because Zeus told me. Even if he didn't tell me personally, I knew what was going to happen Ty. You see, they say lightning never strikes twice but I don't necessarily believe that. I'm going to be your lightning this time around Ty Burna. Not just this time, but the next time, and the next time, and the next time. And each time, I'll come at you even stronger, even more aggressive than ever!
She finally lets go of Charles who gasps for air once more.
Amber: If you ask me about Ty Burna I’ll tell you that Ty Burna believes in his own hype too much. A poser who performs tricks that people are too stupid to see. Your evil is nothing compared to mine Ty Burna.
Amber then lowers herself to get into eye level with Charles.
Amber: You want to see evil? Let me show you true evil.
WHAM! Amber slaps Charles so hard that the chair he sits on falls to the side. She puts her boot across the throat of Charles just to see him suffer. However, a few moments later, a phone begins to ring. Amber looks around before realizing the ringing is coming from Charles pocket. She pulls the phone out and sees that a text has come from a contact named ‘Honey.’ Amber sees that there are more than 20 texts from the contact ‘Honey’ with almost all the same message. The crazed dragon reads a few texts but has seen enough conclude what’s going on.
Amber: Hey Charles, honey wants to know when you’re going home. She wants to know if she should leave some food out for you.
Amber now calls the crew member Charles as the mascara has almost completely faded from the face of Charles who must’ve sweated it out.
Amber: What is wrong with men huh? A girl who texts you that many times obviously wants a response!
The rage inside of Amber builds as she knows the feeling of anticipation and more importantly, rejection. She’s so mad that she throws Charles’s phone across the wall as it break into to pieces. She goes over to it and stomps it to pieces.
Amber: What, is she not good enough for you huh Charles?! Do you think you’re good enough for her?! From where I’m standing, it looks like you don’t deserve someone who cares that much for you. At this rate, it looks like no one will mind that you're missing.
With Charles still laying on his side from the chair, Amber gets in his face to continue addressing him.
Amber: Typical. You’re just like all the WZCW fans out there who don’t think I’m good enough to face someone of Ty Burna’s caliber. That isn’t the right question though. People should be asking themselves if Ty Burna is good enough to face someone of Amber Warren’s caliber. Someone who’s much younger, much quicker, and much smarter than he is. El Califa proved to me that he didn’t think I was good enough for him when he failed me as a mentor so what did I do? I ditched him of course. El Califa was leeching on my success. Success that I worked too damn hard for for anyone just to bring me down. But you know something Charles? Zeus has shown me that I’m good enough.
Amber now sits with her legs crossed to make sure Charles hears what she’s saying.
Amber: Zeus has shown me that I’m more than good enough. He has shown me that I’m the best talent that WZCW has to offer. And Ty Burna, that’s exactly what you’re getting from me at Ascension. You’re getting my absolute best. And do you know why? Because I want to show everyone that my best will easily outclass your best. Your best will never be as good as mine nor has it ever been as good.
She gets up from her seating position before motioning for Fallout to make Charles sit right up from the chair. The young dragon clasps her hands on Charles’s face.
Amber: Amber Warren will save the truly good. Amber Warren will damn the wicked souls that live in WZCW. But more importantly, Amber Warren will annihilate Ty Burna.
Amber shoves Charles’s face away as the chair breaks as soon as it connects with the floor. Charles’s face is finally shown with a clear swollen area on his cheek from the slaps Amber gave him. He coughs out blood before his eyes look up. He shouldn’t have done that because what comes up, must come down. And what came down was Fallout’s boot across his face.
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