Post by petersaint on Aug 17, 2009 22:42:45 GMT -5
"It has been said that bottling up your ire can lead to violence, rampancy, even savagery. Now the normal human being can often times remain optimistic. But there are others who just can not with hold their passion. Manifestations of the past haunt them diurnally.Leaving the damaged soul to gathering increasingly more malicious every moment. Until that very moment when they reap their vengeance. The moment they obtain closure!"
With that said the scene opens right down the street from Pensacola Beach, Florida where REW's weekly event just so happens to be taking place. Down the street walks a man extremely purpose driven. It's obvious just by the look in his eyes that there is purpose behind his stride. The man is wearing some cut off denim shorts along with a black wife-beater topped by an open black button up polo. The man looks as though he hasn't bathed in days as his hair is a greasy mess and his facial hair is now very stubbly all over.
*Un-Named Man* "Damn walking was a bad idea. My feet are killing me."
But shortly after the previously made statement the man's feet don't quite hurt so much as he finally spots the huge ring and giant banners all over the place informing him he is indeed in the presence of REW. A smirk appears on the fellas face as he speeds up heading towards the beach side. He slides across the hood of a white Mustang that is in his way. The driver exclaims some curse words and gives the man the finger. He just snickers briefly and begins looking around to find any sign of what or who it is he is in search of.
*Un-Named Man* "He has got to be around he somewhere. I want to get this over with. I've been waiting years to get to him and I'm finally here."
The man stands mulling over his thoughts momentarily. He looks around and his eyes just happen to cross paths with the holder of the prestigious REW Intercontinental Championship belt Dagan Northrop. She's current in some board shorts and a black bathing suit top and she is looking hella fine. He can't help but stare at her near flawless physique. But he snaps himself out of the daze and remembers he is here for business.
*Un-Named Man* "It sure would help if I knew who ran this little shindig."
Almost on cue from over the mans shoulder he hears an unfamiliar voice.
*Scotty Raven* "You say you're looking for whoever is in charge? Well I'm Scotty Raven I run the REW. How can I help you sir? Oh god maybe a shower and a breath mint Jesus."
*Un-Named Man* "I've been walking for days give me a break here. Anyways I'm Peter Saint! And I'm looking for a certain somebody."
*Scotty Raven* "Well spit it out and I'll let you know if I've heard of em."
*Peter Saint* "I'm looking for a man who goes by the name of Worship."
*Scotty Raven* "Oh Blake Worship. Yeah he's still getting ready for his big match up this evening. He's still nursing some wounds from last week. I believe he's at the Hilton next door relaxing for a little while longer. How do you know him?"
*Peter Saint* "You could call me an old friend. He knew my brother Dorian really well back in the day."
*Scotty Raven* "Oh so I suppose you live around here?"
*Peter Saint* "You would suppose wrong. I'm from Inglewood just like Worship."
*Scotty Raven* "Well what brings you to this side of the states?"
*Peter Saint* "Closure!"
With that Saint storms off leaving Scotty a little dumbfounded by his answer.Saint heads off in the direction of the hotel definitely like a man on a mission. But his mission is cut a little short when he bumps into Aaron Holiday. It's more of a collide with Aaron slurping a beer out of a giant mug. Upon contact the beer goes all over both men and Holiday does not look pleased. He turns his attention to Saint and stares him down.
*Peter Saint* "Is this supposed to create some sort of intimidation? EPIC FAIL!"
*Peter Saint* "Do you know who you are talking to you fucking parasite. I am Aaron Holiday and I Am Better Than You!"
*Peter Saint* "Maybe at running your mouth or looking rather ambiguous. But thats about the only thing you are better than me at so I recommend you continue on your way."
*Peter Saint* "I am going to be the Heavyweight Champion next week. You really need to learn your place around her quick buddy."
*Peter Saint* "I know my place. And I know your place. And it's below me!"
Peter Saint this reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a switch blade and immediately hit the button for the blade to extend. As he quickly slashes forward only centimeters away from Holiday who stumbles backwards and loses his footing in the sand causing him too look like a buffoon and end up ass first in the sand. Saint quickly puts the blade back in his pocket. And before continuing on his way he bends down closer to Holiday's level.
*Peter Saint* "Below me! Like I said!"
With that said the scene opens right down the street from Pensacola Beach, Florida where REW's weekly event just so happens to be taking place. Down the street walks a man extremely purpose driven. It's obvious just by the look in his eyes that there is purpose behind his stride. The man is wearing some cut off denim shorts along with a black wife-beater topped by an open black button up polo. The man looks as though he hasn't bathed in days as his hair is a greasy mess and his facial hair is now very stubbly all over.
*Un-Named Man* "Damn walking was a bad idea. My feet are killing me."
But shortly after the previously made statement the man's feet don't quite hurt so much as he finally spots the huge ring and giant banners all over the place informing him he is indeed in the presence of REW. A smirk appears on the fellas face as he speeds up heading towards the beach side. He slides across the hood of a white Mustang that is in his way. The driver exclaims some curse words and gives the man the finger. He just snickers briefly and begins looking around to find any sign of what or who it is he is in search of.
*Un-Named Man* "He has got to be around he somewhere. I want to get this over with. I've been waiting years to get to him and I'm finally here."
The man stands mulling over his thoughts momentarily. He looks around and his eyes just happen to cross paths with the holder of the prestigious REW Intercontinental Championship belt Dagan Northrop. She's current in some board shorts and a black bathing suit top and she is looking hella fine. He can't help but stare at her near flawless physique. But he snaps himself out of the daze and remembers he is here for business.
*Un-Named Man* "It sure would help if I knew who ran this little shindig."
Almost on cue from over the mans shoulder he hears an unfamiliar voice.
*Scotty Raven* "You say you're looking for whoever is in charge? Well I'm Scotty Raven I run the REW. How can I help you sir? Oh god maybe a shower and a breath mint Jesus."
*Un-Named Man* "I've been walking for days give me a break here. Anyways I'm Peter Saint! And I'm looking for a certain somebody."
*Scotty Raven* "Well spit it out and I'll let you know if I've heard of em."
*Peter Saint* "I'm looking for a man who goes by the name of Worship."
*Scotty Raven* "Oh Blake Worship. Yeah he's still getting ready for his big match up this evening. He's still nursing some wounds from last week. I believe he's at the Hilton next door relaxing for a little while longer. How do you know him?"
*Peter Saint* "You could call me an old friend. He knew my brother Dorian really well back in the day."
*Scotty Raven* "Oh so I suppose you live around here?"
*Peter Saint* "You would suppose wrong. I'm from Inglewood just like Worship."
*Scotty Raven* "Well what brings you to this side of the states?"
*Peter Saint* "Closure!"
With that Saint storms off leaving Scotty a little dumbfounded by his answer.Saint heads off in the direction of the hotel definitely like a man on a mission. But his mission is cut a little short when he bumps into Aaron Holiday. It's more of a collide with Aaron slurping a beer out of a giant mug. Upon contact the beer goes all over both men and Holiday does not look pleased. He turns his attention to Saint and stares him down.
*Peter Saint* "Is this supposed to create some sort of intimidation? EPIC FAIL!"
*Peter Saint* "Do you know who you are talking to you fucking parasite. I am Aaron Holiday and I Am Better Than You!"
*Peter Saint* "Maybe at running your mouth or looking rather ambiguous. But thats about the only thing you are better than me at so I recommend you continue on your way."
*Peter Saint* "I am going to be the Heavyweight Champion next week. You really need to learn your place around her quick buddy."
*Peter Saint* "I know my place. And I know your place. And it's below me!"
Peter Saint this reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a switch blade and immediately hit the button for the blade to extend. As he quickly slashes forward only centimeters away from Holiday who stumbles backwards and loses his footing in the sand causing him too look like a buffoon and end up ass first in the sand. Saint quickly puts the blade back in his pocket. And before continuing on his way he bends down closer to Holiday's level.
*Peter Saint* "Below me! Like I said!"
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