Post by Corona on Feb 22, 2010 16:37:30 GMT -6
Knocked flat onto his back torso covered by another.
-Pound-
Looking up toward the heavens, blood streaming down his face.
-Pound-
And for a second week and a row.
-Pound-
Cyrus was pinned by the same man. All doubts were answered tonight, Minion was the better man. Minion's music plays as the dark demon bastard began to celebrate. Slowly rolling onto his side Cyrus made his way to the nearest corner. Pulling himself into a seated position he watched the victor take his leave. Frustrated Cyrus began to strike middle turnbuckle with his head. The referee for the match steps toward the the man to check on him.
Are you alright Pain? Do you need some help?
Cyrus looks at the referee for a moment but says nothing. Placing both of his hands on the top rope he pulls himself up to his feet. Frustration still clearly being displayed on his face. Motioning for a microphone a ring tech grabs one and hands it off to Cyrus. Raising the microphone to his lips as though he was going to speak. Breathing heavily into the mic he tries to find the words to express what he was feeling at that moment. He started pacing in the length of the ring while rubbing his forehead. He then stares at his blood covered palm as if it held the answers he was looking for. After sometime had past Cyrus come to a stop in the center of the ring. Doing a full 360 he looked around at the faces of everyone in the crowd. Then without saying anything he drops the microphone and leaves the ring. The camera fades to black on Cyrus walking to the back as the show cuts to commercial.
(End)