Post by Tommy Sirius on Feb 7, 2010 11:04:42 GMT -5
It's Holiday season, the first to take out Holiday and his whore will gain immunity from being fired and a shot...at the Ultra-Violent Championship.
A rumble through his teeth as a light roar escapes his mouth created from pure disdain at that thought. A shot at the Ultra-Violent championship.....his face burned and the back of his eyes tingled. Every muscle in his body clenched as his fists balled, relaxed and balled again.
"So much work to be done....yet no progress is being made." he said, low and gravely.
His eyes remained glued on the television, the only light in his dark room. The location of the room? Unknown, it could be residing deep within the bowels of the REW arena...or in his mansion deep within the deserts of Las Vegas.
The screen blinks back to life with an image that makes him smile...but quickly makes him growl out in disgust again.
"Bout damn time! Hows my bat look sweety? Left shoulder, or right?" came the arrogant and grizzled voice of Holiday.
"Your right, that's your swinging arm." came the whore.
The whore, the center point of the kink in holidays armour; yet somehow the thing that drives him to fight like he used to.
"She's made him weak, fucking siren." Sirius growled out, gritting his teeth.
He sat back, and watched the interview with Holiday; snarling at every time the whore spoke. Angry rose up in him to see the Ultra-Violent championship no longer on the shoulder of it's rightfull champion, and bile rises in his throat at the thought of it being on the waist of ring-wars trash. The more he thought of it the further his conciousness went into his own plane. Thinking of the horrid things he would love to do to the Ring-Wars trash and the whore at holiday's side.
If the trash though he and his slut needed healing now, wait untill Sirius has decided to leave his current location and grace the REW once more with his presence. And he knew, and flourished in the thought, that once he made his steps back..they would trail in blood.
"And John keep in mind, you may have collective friends in wait to stab you in the back, but I have much better friends among them which reminds me since I left my phone in the suite, Dreamer please come visit me.." finnaly caught his attention, bringing him back to the deep dark room and the bright T.V. infront of him.
A smile, his calling...his conjuration. For he felt not mortal no more, he had ascended...and the Demon had been Awoken.
Another light blinks open into the room as Sirius flips his cellphone open, hiting a button he brings it to his ears.
"Play it...now!" he roared out over the phone, before tossing it back into the darkness.
He turned, and he too disapeared into the darkness...for the age of Sirius is upon...REW.
A rumble through his teeth as a light roar escapes his mouth created from pure disdain at that thought. A shot at the Ultra-Violent championship.....his face burned and the back of his eyes tingled. Every muscle in his body clenched as his fists balled, relaxed and balled again.
"So much work to be done....yet no progress is being made." he said, low and gravely.
His eyes remained glued on the television, the only light in his dark room. The location of the room? Unknown, it could be residing deep within the bowels of the REW arena...or in his mansion deep within the deserts of Las Vegas.
The screen blinks back to life with an image that makes him smile...but quickly makes him growl out in disgust again.
"Bout damn time! Hows my bat look sweety? Left shoulder, or right?" came the arrogant and grizzled voice of Holiday.
"Your right, that's your swinging arm." came the whore.
The whore, the center point of the kink in holidays armour; yet somehow the thing that drives him to fight like he used to.
"She's made him weak, fucking siren." Sirius growled out, gritting his teeth.
He sat back, and watched the interview with Holiday; snarling at every time the whore spoke. Angry rose up in him to see the Ultra-Violent championship no longer on the shoulder of it's rightfull champion, and bile rises in his throat at the thought of it being on the waist of ring-wars trash. The more he thought of it the further his conciousness went into his own plane. Thinking of the horrid things he would love to do to the Ring-Wars trash and the whore at holiday's side.
If the trash though he and his slut needed healing now, wait untill Sirius has decided to leave his current location and grace the REW once more with his presence. And he knew, and flourished in the thought, that once he made his steps back..they would trail in blood.
"And John keep in mind, you may have collective friends in wait to stab you in the back, but I have much better friends among them which reminds me since I left my phone in the suite, Dreamer please come visit me.." finnaly caught his attention, bringing him back to the deep dark room and the bright T.V. infront of him.
A smile, his calling...his conjuration. For he felt not mortal no more, he had ascended...and the Demon had been Awoken.
Another light blinks open into the room as Sirius flips his cellphone open, hiting a button he brings it to his ears.
"Play it...now!" he roared out over the phone, before tossing it back into the darkness.
He turned, and he too disapeared into the darkness...for the age of Sirius is upon...REW.