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Post by Corona on Jan 27, 2010 5:55:58 GMT -6
Day of Lethal Lockdown: *Unaudible grumbling*... God damn rain It had been raining for the past week in Seattle. It never let up and seemed to had gotten worse by late Saturday in to Sunday. It was enough to make any normal or sane person want to rip their own hair out. HEY JACKASS TRY STAYIN' IN YOUR OWN DAMN LANE! Jesus Christ, it's like you people find new ways to piss me off while driving. Then again, Cyrus Pain doesn't very well fit the description of normal or sane. He was on his way to the CWE arena after receiving a message to come in. God they don't even put me on the card and they expect me to show up? I was in the freakin' middle of my Anger Therapy session. The same therapy I might add they signed me up for as part of our agreement in my new contract. Cyrus was venting his anger by talk out loud, it is one of the parts of his therapy. He also takes part in this new form of hypnosis using sound. He didn't believe that that junk worked but as long as he could keep his job he'd humor the Suits in the office. He managed to make it to the arena in one piece. Despite Seattle drivers best efforts to make sure he didn't. After pulling into a open space he exited his car and walked around to the trunk to grab his bag. Right as he was reaching for the bag his cellphone rang. Not really wanting to answer it he pulls it out of his coat pocket. Probably the Booker telling me I'm not needed after all. *looks down at the display* Hmm... restricted caller, must be a telemarketer. *hits send and holds the phone up to his ear* Hello?... No one on the other end of the call replies. He says "Hello" again to no answer back. After waiting a few seconds Cyrus tries to speak again when a low hum starts. The humming slowly grows until it is joined with a ringing noise followed by some clicks. Cyrus' body starts to go numb as a glass eyed look comes across his face. He stood in the same space for almost a minute until a voice came from the phone. Cyrus... Cyrus... It is time Cyrus. You must complete the first part of the plan. Find the target and incapacitate them, contact me as soon as you're done. I will send you the number to reach me after this call has ended. You know your task now go and complete it. Yes sir... Cyrus ends the call and waits for the number to arrive. His phone beeps as it receives a text message from The Caller. He places the phone back into his coat and makes his way inside the building. **OOC will post the next part later**
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Post by Corona on Jan 28, 2010 16:33:34 GMT -6
Seconds later Cyrus is calmly walking around in the backstage area. Every so often ignoring an passersby that greet him. After about a few minutes he finally made it to the door to a locker room. Said locker room belonging to his target Cyrus lifts his leg and brings it forward with great force. The door swings open revealing an empty locker room. He enters and starts searching through out the room for his target. By this time a small group of bystanders waited outside the door watching puzzled as Cyrus continued his search. What do you think he's doing in there? I don't know but someone needs to inform Mr. Andrews and security. You also might want to let the person that this locker room belongs to that Mr. Pain broke in and going through their belongings. A bystander nodded and walked off as the others stood there as Cyrus was still ransacking the locker room. Out of nowhere Cyrus halted his search after coming to the conclusion the person he was looking for was not there. Turning around Cyrus walks up to the small group outside the door looking each person up and down. A few of them were a little scared at this point as Cyrus is bearing down on top of them. Where is Kincade? The group looks back and forth amongst themselves. Kincade, Adrian Kincade where is he? None of them answer him, all they do is stand under him and shadow in fear. He takes their silence as a answer and begins his search for Adrian Kincade once more. After spending the better part of half an hour Cyrus' search turned up nothing. He was about to leave the building to try his luck outside when he heard someone say Kincade's name. He spun around to see that CWE's latest interviewer Sally Smith. Cyrus made his way over to where she was standing talking to some other staff member. His shadow loomed over Sally as she slowly turned to face him. Cyrus placed his hands on her shoulders holding her in place. Do you know where Adrian Kincade is? She didn't answer. Probably did to the fact that she was scared of out her mind at that moment. WHERE'S ADRIAN KINCADE? TELL ME!
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Post by Kasey Kasey on Feb 3, 2010 19:02:57 GMT -6
"Why are you looking for him, him?" Kasey Kasey responds from behind Cyrus. She didn't sound pleased, nor amused by his antics, and placing a hand on his shoulder she tries to bring some sense into him. "I've been waiting for my back-rub for the last two weeks, yet, you've never shown up, and now I find you here...pestering some little child? What is wrong with you? You're under my services, under my control. And as such, I demand that you give me my well-deserved back rub, rub!" She then walks in front of Cyrus, and swings her hair over her shoulder as she waits for Cyrus' back rub, there, on the spot, in front of Sally.
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Post by Corona on Feb 4, 2010 1:32:48 GMT -6
Letting go of the poor young interviewer Cyrus turned his undivided attention to Kasey Kasey. He placed a hand on one of Kasey's shoulders and spun her around. Grabbing onto both of her arms he lifted her up so she came to eye level with him. He began to bore a hole through Kasey's head with his stare and this time he asked her. Kincade... Where is Kincade? Cyrus looked on calmly waiting for Kasey to answer.
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Post by Kasey Kasey on Feb 4, 2010 19:02:24 GMT -6
Kasey Kasey folded her arms and pouted, giving Cyrus a "why the hell are you doing this?" expression. "Why would I tell you, you?" She blows a stand of her blonde hair away from her face, "Seriously, holding me like your kid-sister to show your physical dominance isn't going to take you anywhere, anywhere." Slamming her fists against his giant arms she continues. "So put me down before things get really messy around here, here."
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Post by Adrian Kincade on Feb 4, 2010 22:17:34 GMT -6
"I suggest that you listen to the lady... clown. Get your damn hands off of her!"
The voice cut the the locker room, getting the attention of both Cyrus and Kasey. It was the voice of Kincade, as he walked into his locker room. "And you damn well better have a good reason for even being here..."
Kincade steps in between Cyrus and Kasey, as he lets her go. AK motions to Kasey to step back, behind him. "I hear you been looking for me, Cyrus... well, I'm right here.
What the hell do you want, anyway? I'm a little busy... you know... ain't got time to mess around with the likes of you. I got a title to win tonight..."
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Post by Corona on Feb 5, 2010 3:45:54 GMT -6
((with permission)) What seemed to be a life time of waiting Cyrus' target finally shown himself. A wicked smile began to form across Cyrus' face as he spoke in a low tone. Kincade. Then without any warning Cyrus brought his head forward with great force. He felt his head make contact with Adrian's own. Causing a domino effect Adrian's head then struck Kasey Kasey's. Young Kasey went right to the ground as Kincade only stunned went to one knee. Cyrus gets closer to his target and places both hands on his shoulders. Letting out a loud howl like yell Cyrus brought a few knees right to the face of Kincade. Still holding on to Kincade's shoulders Cyrus pulled him to his feet so he could stare into the man's eyes. There were no feelings in Cyrus' stare, it was as if he was fully asleep with his eyes open. After a moment or two Cyrus forcefully threw Kincade against a wall back first. Looking upon what he had done he believed his task was done. Pulling out his cellphone Cyrus began to dial the number given to him from earlier. Before having a chance to hit the send button he was interrupted.
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Post by anthonydaniels on Feb 5, 2010 15:32:32 GMT -6
Hearing the commotion down the hall, Anthony Daniels rushes into the locker room. "What the hell is going on in here?"
AD sees Kasey and Kincade both on the floor, with Cyrus standing over them. AD walks over to Cyrus, and pushes him aside, to check on Kasey. He then looks at Kincade, then stands in the face of Cyrus... "Did you do this, huh, Pain? Trying to get some attention? Well, you got some now!
I don't take men hitting DIVAs lightly... you WILL pay for that!
Plus... attacking Kincade before the title match. Whatever issue you may have with him... just turned into an issue with ME!
I want a piece of you, Pain... and tonight, I WILL get it!
Consider yourself booked... you tried to ruin the main event tonight... now your PART of it!
You wanted attention... YOU GOT IT! Now, get the hell out of here...before I take you out!"
AD kneels down at the side of Kasey, checking once again if she was ok.
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Post by Corona on Feb 5, 2010 18:29:42 GMT -6
After being pushed aside Cyrus looked on as Anthony Daniels checked out the fallen CWE Superstars. Cyrus stood still as Daniels approached and reprimand him for his attack. The same cold hollow stare still there in his eyes. As Daniels finished speaking and went back to check the others Cyrus looked back at his phone. The number was still punched in waiting, begging to be used at that moment. He pressed the send button and the phone started ringing. Confirmation. The job is done, Target is down. Indeed you have. I've been watching via a hidden camera in the locker room. Upper left corner closes to the door. Cyrus looked up and spotted a air vent. Behind it there was a small red dot blinking. He nodded at the camera to verify he sees it. He then turns his attention to Daniels and asks. What should I do about him? Ah yes Mr. Daniels, he seemed very upset about his Main Event being put in jeopardy. Hmm. Leave him to his business, you have a Championship match to get ready for now. Get a move on. *click* Cyrus closes his phone and begins to walk out of the room.
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