Post by Guernica on Apr 30, 2015 18:35:26 GMT
The scene opens up to a clip of Guernica standing in an empty arena, in the centre of the ring. He is supporting an altered ring attire. The spotlights are flowing down ontop of Guernica in white, orange, gold and red. The empty seats in the background are virtually invisible due to the lighting. All that can be distinguished are shapes in a black background. The stage is ready for the Convergence pay-per-view in less than a week from now.
Guernica’s ring attire has changed very slightly, possibly just for the pay-per-view occasion. Aswell as his regular gold and white, streaks of fiery red cover his mask and tights and the soles on his boots. The designs on his tights and mask have also been altered to be more complex than usual; with all kinds of images being made out on his ‘cheeks’ and the ‘bridge of his nose’.
The arena is dead silent as Guernica stands in the ring for a moment, staring at something behind the camera before turning his attention to the camera. He begins to speak:
‘Why, isn’t it none other than ‘Double M’ Mike Madness, yet again. Coming head to head with me for yet another occasion; this time on a very special one. Convergence. The act of two things to come together from different directions. This isn’t the first time, and my instinct tells me that for some inexplicable reason, that it won’t be the last.’
‘No matter what happens between now and later, we will meet again. That could be anywhere, the top or the bottom. In the middle or outside of the ring. However this particular convergence will be a one time occurrence. This particular meeting is what’s affectionately known as Falls Count Anywhere.’
Guernica visibly shifts awkwardly upon the mention of Falls Count Anywhere, the virtual opposite of what Guernica is used to: a fair, clean fight. The red lights dim while the other lights intensify, and the ‘eyes’ of Guernica light up in the luminosity. Guernica starts speaking again:
‘My first visit to this place was not the one I had hoped. Even though he said that he expected it, I’m sure it wasn’t the one Santi had hoped for either. I came, and I got conquered. You pinned me for a one-two-three, and you did it fairly. More than what most others I faced in the past could do. And I’ve said this too many times, but I respect you.’
‘But unfortunately, the good nature of our previous visit is likely going to be lost in the occasion of this match. I would like to say that I will keep away from dirty weapons at all cost, and I would like to say that this can be a good, clean fight if you want it to be regardless of what others think. But I said last week that I would not make any more promises. And I won’t. No more promises, no more commitments, no more letting useless things get in the way...’
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A new scene opens up, with an overdone soft glow effect and a white vignette border, indicating that this is another one of Guernica’s flashbacks. The soft glow makes the image hard to make out, but eventually the effect fades showing the streets of downtown Tijuana in the background, with many people dressed in rich, fancy suits and dresses. All of them are supporting sad faces, none of them sadder than the lost look on the face of Guernica.
Guernica is mask-less, and incidentally this is the first time he isn’t either in his ring or casual attire. In this scene he is dressed in an expensive, pitch black suit complete with a white handkerchief in the jacket pocket and a 007 bow tie. His hands are interlocking at the fingers and his head is down.
The camera pans outwards to reveal what the scene is. It is a funeral, supposedly of Guernica’s sister, Tamara Henriquez. The crowd is smaller than originally illustrated in the eye level shot, with no more than maybe fifty people at the celebration of death. The three figures that stand out are all standing high on a ‘stage’ of sorts. In the middle is a priest, dressed in bright purple and white along with a black hat. To his left and right are Santiago Abano Henriquez dressed in green and white embroidered robes and Guernica’s father, Wildredo Romero Henruqiez dressed similarly. To the left of the stage is the grave of Tamara, seen previously in another flashback.
The priest in the centre of the stage chants out a prayer:
‘In a blessed falling asleep, grant, O Lord, eternal rest unto Thy departed servant Tamara and make her memory to be eternal!’
The crowd, including Guernica, then chants:
‘Memory eternal! Memory eternal! Memory eternal!’
The crowd disperses and the service finishes. The camera moves back low again and focuses on Guernica who simply turns around and walks into the building straight outside the gate of the cemetery. The camera follows Guernica into the building, which turns out to be a small hall which leads into two different doors. The two doors however lead to the same place, the alter.
When the camera heads through the door it finds Guernica kneeling at the altar, head against the floor, half crying half resting. The camera keeps its distance as Guernica continues to mourn. From the cameras view, Santiago, also in tears walks into the cathedral. The service in this particular cathedral is halted while the ceremony is taking place outside.
Santiago walks over to Guernica and wraps his arms around him as Guernica and starts rocking him slowly as Guernica buries his face into Santi’s shoulder. As this goes on, Santi starts muttering something repeatedly into Guernica’s ear. As the camera slowly nears the two this becomes audible.
‘If you should fall upon hard times or if you should lose your way, there is a place here in this house that you can stay.’The scene flashes and shows a new image of Guernica, this time alone and visibly slightly more aged, in the exact same position and place. The scene flashes and the same thing happens. And then it happens again.
The screen flashes a final time before fading to black.
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The scene returns to Guernica in his theatrical empty arena, looking slightly down before returning his attention to the camera. His voice has a sudden anger in it.
‘I have been taking beating after beating since I came here. I emerged as a victor once, but many more times I was left down. But last week, Señor Madness, you fought with me when it wasn’t the time to. You brought it upon the two of us to face each other in this brutal match, and I can’t promise that I’ll be as lenient with myself as I was last-week, and as I was when I took my first step into this company’
‘So from here on out, I know I will be a different Guernica. That’s not a promise, that, Señor Madness, is me making a statement. From here on out, I won’t be living my days in this place walking in an old, lonely road in a shadow of a doubt. I will win this match when we meet at the Convergence.’
The orange lights fade out leaving only the white lights remaining, and the luminosity leaves Guernica’s mask. The silence seems more eerie than ever before now that the light is almost gone.
‘It didn’t need to be like this. Friends are hard to come by in this world, but I will do what I have to do at Convergence. That’s not wishful thinking. It’s not a hopeful promise. It’s fact. Sorry Mike, but this Sunday you’re waking up from your dream, and I’m waking up from my nightmare.’
The white lights go out and the image is complete blackness. Guernica’s outline looks like it’s visible for a moment, but then it disappears into the cloth of black as if it was never there as the clip ends.
The white lights go out and the image is complete blackness. Guernica’s outline looks like it’s visible for a moment, but then it disappears into the cloth of black as if it was never there as the clip ends.
Well howdy there pardner.