Post by Tommy Sirius on Feb 14, 2010 21:28:24 GMT -5
The horror, since his return to REW he had done nothing but drive a wedge with his outlooks towards Icy. A wedge between he and the only man he claims to share the same blood, despite having seperate mothers and fathers. Horror. It was what he viewed now, on the monitor screen before him. The flames, engulfing him...and her.
A clicking, the new found razors on one hand nervously bouncing against one another as he tried to make a fist. Rage, Passion, every emotion that could be possibly mustered up was...now...and more.
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Ring-Side
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Alyson: Someone help them. What the hell are the Trinity doing?
Simon: Holy Shit!
A white smoke filled ring-side accompanied by hissing and the roars of horror from the crowd. Trinity however stands atop the entrance ramp with smiles, despite what they've done.
"Walk With Me In Hell" by Lamb of God slaps across the PA system, temporarily distracting the crowd from the horror ringside. A roar over whelms them with adrenaline at the thought of a vengence swiftly and forcefully coming down upon the Trinity.
Allyson: It's Sirius!
Before Simon could retort the curtain quickly parts with a charging Sirius, razored glove on his hand and a bat in his other. His face beat red as rage billowed out from him in a roar and wild swing of his bat. Trinity quickly scatters to escape the force of the bat, JMW and his nurse scatter to one side as Natural falls backwards and slides. Sirius raises the bat overhead again, murder in his thoughts as he sends it with horrific force towards the head of Natural; who dodges in the nick of time.
The force of the bat hitting the steel ramp shocks Tommy's grip and sends the bat falling to the ramp. Cameron quickly scrambling to his feet and joining with JMW, however Sirius doesn't go for another attack. He broke the line that keep him from his destination, so quickly and as swiftly as he could he sprints down to ringside.
Simon: Sirius was just trying to get to his friend, but you can see the anger fuming from him.
Trinity regroups by the curtain, watching as the smoke from the extinguished flames dissapates and the huddle of medical peramedics around the ring work vigorously. Sirius who has shoved a couple ring crew members to the side sits on his knees by their side, looking down at his friend and his wife.
Allyson: Oh my god, I hope they're ok!
Simon: I can assure you that anyone watching at home who has any sense of faith is praying, let's hope everything does turn out ok!
Another bustle of action takes place at ringside as a couple medics and ring crew are flung to the floor as Sirius makes his way to the crowd to slide into the ring. Quickly, he snatches Aarons diamond plated mic and makes his way to the ring ropes on the side of the entrance ramp.
Sirius: JMW!
Sirius roared out. The arena going silent as Sirius paces back and forth in the ring, his teeth gritting as he fights off the tears of rage from bleeding from his eyes.
Sirius: YOU ARE DEAD! YOUR A DEAD MOTHER FUCKER! FUCKING DEAD!
His voice crackes out as he can barely contain himself. Though in a sudden shift, Sirius stops and goes emotionless; locking eyes with JMW.
Sirius: One month, that is all you have. One fucking month to live!
Simon: Oh jeez!
Sirius: And you can bet one thing you bald piece of shit...this is a shoot. Fuck the storylines...the fucking stupid gimmicks!
Sirius roars out, ripping with the razored glove on his hand and throwing it off to the side.
Sirius: I don't care if they fucking fire me or not, But JMW...in one month you will be dead. Mark my words. I am going to toy...torment..you and your little faggot dancing lap dog there and your dike ass bitch!
The tension weighs heavily about the arena as the tears finnaly break through, Sirius's body trembling heavily as if the rage is tried to burst out leaving a pile of flesh in it's wake.
Sirius: Coming back to REW I allways talked of Holiday weakening...letting Icy hold him back. When the truth of the matter was it was me, running and hiding from the truth of everything. Well JMW...there is no hiding anymore. Because of you...Tommy Sirius is dead...the mask is gone. You've brought back something much worse, much more unfogiving. You three have brought back the real King of Xtreme, the Ultra-Violent Icon...you three pieces of shit standing on that stage grinning has brought back....Thomas Fucking Dreamer.
The mic slams off to the side with a crackle as Dreamer leaves the ring to join the medics who are lifting Holiday and Icy up in the stretchers.....
(ooc note: I know this is far from my usual style. Far from my articulate shit, but I figured it would be better to use a old visual style and something more raw then poetry style stuff for this transition.)
A clicking, the new found razors on one hand nervously bouncing against one another as he tried to make a fist. Rage, Passion, every emotion that could be possibly mustered up was...now...and more.
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Ring-Side
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Alyson: Someone help them. What the hell are the Trinity doing?
Simon: Holy Shit!
A white smoke filled ring-side accompanied by hissing and the roars of horror from the crowd. Trinity however stands atop the entrance ramp with smiles, despite what they've done.
"Walk With Me In Hell" by Lamb of God slaps across the PA system, temporarily distracting the crowd from the horror ringside. A roar over whelms them with adrenaline at the thought of a vengence swiftly and forcefully coming down upon the Trinity.
Allyson: It's Sirius!
Before Simon could retort the curtain quickly parts with a charging Sirius, razored glove on his hand and a bat in his other. His face beat red as rage billowed out from him in a roar and wild swing of his bat. Trinity quickly scatters to escape the force of the bat, JMW and his nurse scatter to one side as Natural falls backwards and slides. Sirius raises the bat overhead again, murder in his thoughts as he sends it with horrific force towards the head of Natural; who dodges in the nick of time.
The force of the bat hitting the steel ramp shocks Tommy's grip and sends the bat falling to the ramp. Cameron quickly scrambling to his feet and joining with JMW, however Sirius doesn't go for another attack. He broke the line that keep him from his destination, so quickly and as swiftly as he could he sprints down to ringside.
Simon: Sirius was just trying to get to his friend, but you can see the anger fuming from him.
Trinity regroups by the curtain, watching as the smoke from the extinguished flames dissapates and the huddle of medical peramedics around the ring work vigorously. Sirius who has shoved a couple ring crew members to the side sits on his knees by their side, looking down at his friend and his wife.
Allyson: Oh my god, I hope they're ok!
Simon: I can assure you that anyone watching at home who has any sense of faith is praying, let's hope everything does turn out ok!
Another bustle of action takes place at ringside as a couple medics and ring crew are flung to the floor as Sirius makes his way to the crowd to slide into the ring. Quickly, he snatches Aarons diamond plated mic and makes his way to the ring ropes on the side of the entrance ramp.
Sirius: JMW!
Sirius roared out. The arena going silent as Sirius paces back and forth in the ring, his teeth gritting as he fights off the tears of rage from bleeding from his eyes.
Sirius: YOU ARE DEAD! YOUR A DEAD MOTHER FUCKER! FUCKING DEAD!
His voice crackes out as he can barely contain himself. Though in a sudden shift, Sirius stops and goes emotionless; locking eyes with JMW.
Sirius: One month, that is all you have. One fucking month to live!
Simon: Oh jeez!
Sirius: And you can bet one thing you bald piece of shit...this is a shoot. Fuck the storylines...the fucking stupid gimmicks!
Sirius roars out, ripping with the razored glove on his hand and throwing it off to the side.
Sirius: I don't care if they fucking fire me or not, But JMW...in one month you will be dead. Mark my words. I am going to toy...torment..you and your little faggot dancing lap dog there and your dike ass bitch!
The tension weighs heavily about the arena as the tears finnaly break through, Sirius's body trembling heavily as if the rage is tried to burst out leaving a pile of flesh in it's wake.
Sirius: Coming back to REW I allways talked of Holiday weakening...letting Icy hold him back. When the truth of the matter was it was me, running and hiding from the truth of everything. Well JMW...there is no hiding anymore. Because of you...Tommy Sirius is dead...the mask is gone. You've brought back something much worse, much more unfogiving. You three have brought back the real King of Xtreme, the Ultra-Violent Icon...you three pieces of shit standing on that stage grinning has brought back....Thomas Fucking Dreamer.
The mic slams off to the side with a crackle as Dreamer leaves the ring to join the medics who are lifting Holiday and Icy up in the stretchers.....
(ooc note: I know this is far from my usual style. Far from my articulate shit, but I figured it would be better to use a old visual style and something more raw then poetry style stuff for this transition.)
