DARKSIDE
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MINION & ANGEL
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Post by DARKSIDE on Feb 15, 2010 14:46:03 GMT -6
Coming off of his match at Rampage, Minion stood tall but was left with many questions spinning inside his crooked mind. He has appeared once more in the CWE arena to address the crowd...and possibly find some answers to put his mind at ease...
So. This is what we have become. Tell us, Mr. Andrews. Without our Hardcore title, are we now just cannon fodder for you to toss into the wolf's den? Cast aside to be devoured for the amusement of these people? Even so, we accepted the challenge....and walked out of the ring...our hand held high. Victorious!
With or without a title belt, we will survive. You give us your worst, and succeed or fail....we come back for more. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.
It seems now that Mr. Introspect has laid claim to the championship belt that we once held with pride. He calls it "Emocore"....and has tainted its legacy with his new vision. It has become soiled and tarnished the longer he holds onto it, and as such....we no longer care to reclaim it! He has hid and run from us since the day he stole it from us and has not so much as uttered our name since that night. He fears us and he knows that, given the chance, we would leave him seperated from his title as easily as his head would become seperated from his shoulders! Heh heh ....he would need that mask just to hold the fragments of his skull in place. He hides from us and ignores us, giving matches to others who we have destroyed in the past. People just as underserving as that cowardly, scared little mouse they call "Eddy".
We are finished with him! As long as he continues to use the Hardcore title as emotional toilet paper....we want none of it. We choose a new path....perhaps toward a new goal and other titles. The first steps of this journey were taken at Rampage when we emerged as the sole survivor in the battle royal.
As for what fate holds next for us....well?[/b]
Minion drapes his arms over the top rope and rest his tired body as he looks toward the stage, awaiting some kind of sign....or the arrival of someone who can offer a solution to the questions and uncertainty that plague his fractured psyche.
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Post by Corona on Feb 16, 2010 16:28:28 GMT -6
*Tap...* *Tap...* *Tap...* A loud tapping sound came crackling over the PA system. Spaced out only one second apart as it continued without any signs of ending. *Tap...* *Tap...* *Tap...* The fans in the CWE Arena began to grow restless wanting the sound to end. After more time had past the tapping finally stopped as the cause made itself known. That's the rhythm we've all come to know in the world of wrestling. While everyone's attention had been turned to the direction of the PA system and the source of the tapping. Cyrus Pain had made his way onto the stage with a microphone pressed to his chin. Once he felt that he had everyone's eyes on him he began to tap the mic on his chin to the same beat as before. He then made his way to the ring taking a few steps every time he tapped the mic. Stopping right at ringside Cyrus spoke again. The same rhythm that can spell victory for someone who has overcome the odds. Or defeat for the poor bastard who's shoulders are pinned to the mat. Cyrus started tapping again as he made his way up the steps. Only stopping for a second to enter between the ropes. He stands straight up again and walks right to the center of the ring. Last week I... I was that bastard down on this mat looking up at the light hearing. *Tap...* *Tap...* *Tap...* And I've been hearing it ever since ringing in my ears, hearing it my dreams at night. It haunts me... It haunts me like a shadow that just won't go away no matter what I do. Cyrus then looks at Minion right dead in the eyes before speaking again. At first I blamed you for that happening... But really I have no one to blame but myself. I mean if anyone needs me to paint a picture I can show them right now. Cyrus then points that the CWE-tron and a the video from last weeks Battle Royal plays. Cyrus then begins to start doing play by play for the the video. See right there I just took out that Vlad guy while Pryce has you in a Boston Crab. Then you and Pryce take turns trying to ruff me up. Then I start knocking you both around. Pryce tries to work my arm then chops me. All three of us beat each other up some more blah blah blah. Then comes my favorite part. BOOM I hit Pryce with The Spike and pin him taking the "White Angel" out of the fight. And then it all goes down hill from there. Why? I can't seem to figure it out. It can't be because I was afraid of you. I've wrestled bigger and creepier guys with darker and more evil personas then yours. Hell I even was like that once in my career. So what does it come down to then?
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DARKSIDE
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MINION & ANGEL
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Post by DARKSIDE on Feb 16, 2010 16:53:17 GMT -6
As Cyrus speaks, Minion seems consumed in deep thought. What was Pain's presence supposed to be telling him. Was this the new path he was seeking? What did it mean? As Cyrus finishes his dialogue and looks to Minion for a response, the answer becomes clearer....
Mr. Pain. We do not seek your approval. Nor do we expect one of your nature to fear us. You know how it feels to dwell in the darkness. It can be a lonely thing. You are left to survive sometimes on your very own accord. No one helps you. No one freely converses with you. All you get are strange looks and the whispers behind your back. It can be one's personal Hell. We have both been there, Mr. Pain. We need not go back...not together, anyway. The black void of the pit has become our refuge. Such is our way. It need not be yours any longer.
However, you ask us, "what does our victory over you come down to?" It's a matter of perspective. Perhaps we were the better man that night. Perhaps it was simply the fickle hand of fate giving us an extra push? Maybe you just didn't have enough left in you to battle back after we gutted you with that spear. We, too, have taken down bigger and "badder" adversaries. You do not need to feel slighted, Mr. Pain. Losing is not always the fault of the "loser"! Sometimes....shit simply "happens". We deal with it, and move on. When one is not invincible, he learns to accept defeat and also to relish in his victories. This mortal existence is mixed with the good and the bad. There is no further need to analyze it.[/b]
Minion's voice deepens and becomes more of a growl as he raises his head to look and glare at Cyrus....
If you prefer to call it "luck", then maybe you would like to test that theory one more time! Is that why you have come here, Mr. Pain? How much more agony can you stand in one lifetime, human? We think...you may just barely live to regret your decision![/b]
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Post by Corona on Feb 16, 2010 18:33:02 GMT -6
Sadly Minion's words though wise just seemed to fall upon deaf ears. Until Cyrus heard the one word that he just couldn't leave alone. Regret?... Regret is for men who after a long night of binge drinking wakes up to see what he brought home with him. Regret is for the girl the day after Prom who wakes up with morning sickness in the backseat of her boyfriend's car... I've done to many boneheaded, dumbass, just plain stupid things in my life that given the chance... I'd do them all over again. And being in another match with you is one of them. The crowd's cheers begin to blare throughout the arena. One on One, the whole ring at our disposal with no one else getting in our way. But that just doesn't seem to be enough for me. You're the type of guy who likes to brutally maul people. Leaving them lifeless and broken. Where's I'm the kind of guy who is willing to fight anyone and everyone. No matter what the conditions are. So what kind of match would you want this match to take place in? Cyrus lowers the microphone and waits for Minion to pick his poison.
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Post by DARKSIDE on Feb 17, 2010 17:54:28 GMT -6
Minion watches Cyrus out of the corner of his eye, barely able to believe the suicidal terms Cyrus was allowing himself to be subjected to. He was asking a two-time CWE Hardcore Champion to choose which type of match they faced off in. Minion chuckles under his breath as he thinks to himself Fool! Why not ask us to hold a gun to your head and pull the trigger?[/i] Minion turns and walks back toward Cyrus to give him the answer he was looking for... So...you wish us to "pick our poison", so to speak? An intriguing suggestion...Mr. Pain. You see, "poison" can be deadly. It ends lives. It cripples those that it does not kill completely. Poison can cause paralysis and ultimately....one has no choice but to give in to the agony...the seizures....the undeniable fate that they find themselves face-to-face with.
They have no other option, but to submit and be consumed by death, Mr. Pain. What we propose to you is a Submission Match!
Does that suit your self-destructive intentions, human??[/b] (OOC: See, I changed it so it made more sense. Happy now? )
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Post by Corona on Feb 18, 2010 1:17:42 GMT -6
((OOC: Cyrus never said "Pick your poison" it was only mentioned in the dialogue that was being narrated)) Cyrus let his head slink down as he placed his free hand on his face. Beginning to rub his eyes he raised the microphone up to speak into. A Submission Match?... That's the best you can come up with? After I pretty much handed you the keys to a tank to wreak havoc upon the city. After pretty much tossing my death warrant into your lap and say "go ahead go nuts"... *shakes his head* No... No I'm not doing it. Not going to happen, not tonight. Cyrus lifts his head up so to stare Minion right in the eyes. He just could not believe that this was the best Minion could come up with. COME ON! You're telling me that you a former CWE Hardcore Champion. A one dark twisted son of a bitch with a taste for carnage and bloodshed. Really wants to fight another former CWE Hardcore Champion in a Submission Match? Why was Cyrus so content with trying to goad Minion? Does he in fact have a death wish? Or maybe he had some other goal in mind. Perhaps trying to prove something to someone out there? Maybe he's trying to prove something to himself? To prove that he still has what it takes to wrestle. To still be able to hang with these younger stars of this generation. After about a few moments of silence Cyrus spoke again. Fine... If you really have your dark heart set on this type of match then so be it. Unless you've manage to have changed your mind in the last few seconds then I'm all ears. Cyrus lowers his mic and waits for any possible response from Minion.
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Post by DARKSIDE on Feb 18, 2010 17:22:53 GMT -6
Minion is pleased to hear that Cyrus was not content with a simple Submission Match. Cyrus wasn't even aware, but he had passed Minion's test. Of course, the remark about the submission match was not what he really wanted. Minion was glad to hear that Cyrus wanted to face him on a much more deadly field of battle...
Congratulations, Mr. Pain. You make us proud. Not satisfied enough by merely making us tap out? You want more. You want blood! You want...torn flesh! You want brutality on a whole new level! The snapping of bones. The satisfying crunch of skull meeting steel!
heh heh heh......
That suits us just fine! And the only way to survive in such extreme conditions....is to live and die by the most Extreme Rules!
Is THAT more to your liking, Mr. "Pain In The Arse"??[/b]
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Post by Corona on Feb 18, 2010 18:04:34 GMT -6
Something like that was what Cyrus had in mind. A match to really prove his true merit. To have a little more room to breath and be himself. Smiling Cyrus raised the mic once more to speak. Now there's the evil demon bastard I was looking for. The total Carnage, the Destruction, the Bloodshed. All in one nicely wrapped package of Mayhem and Chaos of an Extreme Rules match. I love it, a great way to settle things from last weeks Battle Royal. Cyrus lowers his mic his smile still going from ear to ear. He waited to see if Minion might have anything to add.
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