Not an Option

[Rhett Holiday]

The camera opens in the dungeon of Holiday Estates. Rhett Holiday hung by his wrists and coated in dried blood against the wall. Across the room Evelyn and Oliver Sinn are hung in the same manner. A lavish leather chair sits in the middle of the room, candles light the area around the chair. A hulking man in what looks to be an executioners style hood looms over the back with a sadistic grin as a woman in a purple velvet cloak sits in the chair. A hood covers her face exposing only her black lips as she takes a sip from a wine glass.

Woman: "I have tolerated enough failure from my children. They claim to be sadistic vile entities in the world of professional wrestling yet they prove to be no more than novice athletes in their best matches. The Mother will no longer accept anything other than a decisive victory. A decisive victory of brutal and barbaric means. The mother will have blood by any means necessary."

She slings the wine glass against the wall and the behemoth behind her begins to laugh.

Woman: "I assure everyone in this measly trios tournament that Sanctum will be a force to be reckoned with.... Or they will cease to be..."

A loud crack comes as a whip lashes across the chest of Rhett Holiday. Fresh blood oozing down over the scars and scabs of further torture.