Unleashed / Your executioner.

[Sabin / Madjinn]

The opening shot shows the reigning IWF World Television Champion sitting across a cushioned wicker couch on the rooftop of the W Amsterdam hotel in Amsterdam, overlooking the street below… The champion admired the architecture that surrounded them from this particular spot. The statues standing from the rooftops, the intricate designs sculpted into the walls. The sky was overcast, but still a relatively beautiful day that didn’t stop anyone from enjoying the amenities the hotel had to offer which included the nearby rectangular pool.

From the angle of the camera, you can see Sabin’s, or rather Madjinn’s lips curl into a grin, and the camera ventures ever closer while he brings a cigarette to his lips and takes a long drag, savoring the taste for several seconds before finally billowing smoke out; his nostrils flare as he exhales, and he turns his head slightly toward the camera before tracing his tongue across his lips.

Cocking his head to the side, he finally acknowledges the audience– the camera– “You all thought that was going to be it, didn’t you? You were hoping– praying– that the day had finally come that I would be knocked from my position as the greatest IWF World Television Champion, ever, to the one… the only… the old… Logan Sky.” He smacks his lips together a couple of times, chuckling under his breath while letting out a long, satisfied sigh.

“That–” he says with a snap of his fingers, “–was probably your best chance! I mean, seriously, let’s look at the details… The stars were aligned! Everything that could have happened, did happen, and Logan Sky was so close– so… fucking… close… to taking this title away from me. I mean, really, did you know that I was fighting with a fucking ear infection?!” The rhetorical question comes out and Madjinn rotates in his seat to face the camera, now planting both feet against the surface and hunching forward. He drops the cigarette against the concrete, and crushes it out with his heel, and then bites down on his bottom lip for a moment, and then nods before finally resuming.

“That’s right. I was not one-hundred percent when I stepped into the ring! In fact, they almost didn’t clear me to compete… medically, of course. They thought it would be a mistake to send me to the ring in such a condition and were prepared to postpone, but I told them no…” he scrunches his face, sitting back in his chair; he subtly shakes his head, but continues his speech, “I told them that there was nothing that was going to stop me from getting into the ring and defending my title! Because– let’s be real– my run is going to be the final run that anyone ever gives a damn about this championship, ‘cause when I throw it away to reclaim my world championship, there is never going to be a champion quite like me…”

He raises a hand as if he were trying to calm someone down, and speaks, “But I would like to take a moment to reassure all of you that my match this week is not in question, and I am going to be stepping back into the ring at one hundred percent… The infection has cleared up, and the rest of you send me– my next victim…” What had been more of an arrogant, mischievous, and playful grin turns more sadistic when he ponders over his next opponent.

“El Grandé Malo–” he says with some extra emphasis, “You know, a lot has happened since High Stakes, since I decided that I needed to stop being held back, and go after everything that want and everything that I deserve, but there is one thing that will always ring true to me, and that is– FAMILY. Y’see, I was watching what happened at High Stakes… I was watching tláak’w defend her championship against Jessica Reed, and I saw you try to steal– her title…”

“That–” Madjinn says while raising a finger, and wags it in the air for a moment whilst continuing his speech without missing a beat, “–is not something that I can stand for! THAT is not something that will go without CONSEQUENCE. Who are you, El Grandé Malo? You are a GIFT. You’ve been presented to me as nothing more than a sacrifice to pay for your futile attempt at trying to push my family out of the limelight.” he snarls.

“The funny thing, though, is you aren’t the first to have tried to take my family out of the limelight,” he says with a sniffle and a slight shake of his head, “I mean, seriously, you aren’t even the first person to have tried to take my tláak’w out of the title hunt! The Murder– Brooklyn Madrox– she tried to take her out of the title hunt, for good, but despite everything… Tláak’w perseveres. JC Keeton tried to take me out of the title hunt, for good, but I’m the one that’s still standing, am I not? I’m the one that still gets into this ring, am I not? People come and go, and they all have one thing on their pitiful mind– take my family out, and it just never changes… Same song, same dance, everybody just wants a shot at being the ones to finally take us out, and in the meantime…they like to downplay us. They act like they shouldn’t be thanking us for everything that we’ve done for this business. You were not the first,” Madjinn repeats the statement more boldly this time, “And you damn sure aren’t going to be the last.” He says with a sneer.

“But it’s like I said for a long, long, looooong time– I was being held back,” he says with a low growl in his voice, “I had to show restraint…” he snorts out, and then scrunches his face while the word lingers off the tip of his tongue, “It was a game to us. We control– the men’s world championship, we control the women’s world championship, we control the TV championship, we control the tag team championships! We control– EVERYTHING. But it meant that I had to play second fiddle. And– while it is true that I am ready to drop this championship and come after the world title, I’m still going to pick my moment to do it…and this week in particular, I am happy to call myself the IWF World Television Champion because you, El Grandé Malo, have me… PISSED THE FUCK OFF! I don’t want to play with you like I did with Nick Danger; I don’t want to play with you like I did with Logan Sky! But–” he chuckles again, “I will play with you. I will play your game just so you know that no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try– you are never going to be on my level, nor the level of my family. I want to play your game just so you realize that it is FUTILE. And then– I want to BREAK you! I want to send one message to you, and make it crystal… fucking… clear… that you are in over your head! You are in over your head when you mess with me! You are in over your head when you mess with my family! You are OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE.” Madjinn chatters his teeth a little bit, cocking his head from one side to the next, and he doesn’t look amused.

“Consider your match…not as a reward, but a punishment, and consider me– your executioner.” Madjinn says.

FADE TO FUCKING BLACK.