Post by Tommy Sirius on Mar 7, 2010 22:39:08 GMT -5
Fewming, overwhelmed with a rage that made him want to burn the entire star-maker arena to the ground. His brother, his best friend....buried and sucked of his life and turned into a drunk lifeless husk. By one woma....no...one whore. Icy. Aaron had lost all of his fighting spirit, all of his off the wall offense. There is no way that JMW should have been able to beat him as much, he wouldn't be surprised if there was some underhanded scheme with Icy and JMW...yeah, that sounds more like it.
But instead of dwelling on the past, there was a whole future to look forward too. He was no longer an in-ring competitor and could put his time forth in the REW to fix what had been done to it.
Voice: Dreamer, I need to have a talk with you!
Came a voice, that almost seemed to be fuming with the hate Dreamer felt, as the office door opened revealing a ragged young man. Nothing professional about him, just a man who knows what a fight is...and his eyes, it was the fire Dreamer had those he had lost sight of from his own best friend.
This young man was none other then Twisted Holiday, another member of the Holiday family and what seemed to be the last with the fighting spirit. With a smile Dreamer tooks his feet from his desk standing.
Dreamer: ..and I need to have a talk with you mother fucker!
Twisted stopped at the desk, his eyes locking with Dreamers. In a split second the room nearly exploded with the thick sense of tensioin. Of coarse Dreamer was aggrivated at the young man for what he did at the previous show, but he knew this young man was a ally for what seemed to be now. Breaking the tension, Dreamer smiled his oh so sadistic smile.
Twisted: How would you like a job?
Twisted stern face quickly shot to a mixture of shock and disbelief, he expacted to see the back hand of Dreamer before he heard those words. Though, it was exactly what he came to this office for..to ask....to DEMAND a job with the REW....vengence his fuel.
Twisted: I would...love....a job.
Twisted smiled, knowing Dreamer the little time he did from the past he knew that the gears where cranking hard and relentless in his head. And he knew that what ever plan he was brewing up, he wanted to be on Dreamers side...for one reason...and one reason only.
Dreamer: Icy, you loath her don't you?
Twisted: I would die before I saw that scum sucking bitch call herself a Holiday again.
Dreamer: Good...im pulling some strings. Next show...you vs her in the IC title blitz...of coarse..unless she worms her way into the hearts and pants of Seth and Scotty. She has power around here...but I'll see what I can do.
This was too much, Twisted has his job and his chance to let Icy know his feelings towards her. Dreamer needed some ruthless soildiers for this upcoming war on the whore.
Twisted: And if she does?
Dreamer: Then I call up a couple more people...and we do a cleansing.
Twisted nodded his head.
Twisted: Good, I want her to pay...for what she did to..
Dreamer: Aaron...he let it happen. But that doesn't excuse her. No worries, I sent him back to highbridge to fix himself back up. As for you, your the new Outlaw around here...and I need you take every bit of this bullshit this place has let build up and cram it down their fucking throats!
Twisted didn't say much else, just looked past Dreamer and nodded slightly. His jaws pulsed as he ground his teeth together, his fists balling up. Turning, he went to take his leave....
Dreamer: Oh...Twisted.
He turned in just enought time to see something hurled at him, and as it hit him in his chest and fell into his hands....
Dreamer: You're under exclusive contract...you awnser to ME only!
Lifting the object up he fell out unraveling. A black t-shirt with three words printed on the front.
But instead of dwelling on the past, there was a whole future to look forward too. He was no longer an in-ring competitor and could put his time forth in the REW to fix what had been done to it.
Voice: Dreamer, I need to have a talk with you!
Came a voice, that almost seemed to be fuming with the hate Dreamer felt, as the office door opened revealing a ragged young man. Nothing professional about him, just a man who knows what a fight is...and his eyes, it was the fire Dreamer had those he had lost sight of from his own best friend.
This young man was none other then Twisted Holiday, another member of the Holiday family and what seemed to be the last with the fighting spirit. With a smile Dreamer tooks his feet from his desk standing.
Dreamer: ..and I need to have a talk with you mother fucker!
Twisted stopped at the desk, his eyes locking with Dreamers. In a split second the room nearly exploded with the thick sense of tensioin. Of coarse Dreamer was aggrivated at the young man for what he did at the previous show, but he knew this young man was a ally for what seemed to be now. Breaking the tension, Dreamer smiled his oh so sadistic smile.
Twisted: How would you like a job?
Twisted stern face quickly shot to a mixture of shock and disbelief, he expacted to see the back hand of Dreamer before he heard those words. Though, it was exactly what he came to this office for..to ask....to DEMAND a job with the REW....vengence his fuel.
Twisted: I would...love....a job.
Twisted smiled, knowing Dreamer the little time he did from the past he knew that the gears where cranking hard and relentless in his head. And he knew that what ever plan he was brewing up, he wanted to be on Dreamers side...for one reason...and one reason only.
Dreamer: Icy, you loath her don't you?
Twisted: I would die before I saw that scum sucking bitch call herself a Holiday again.
Dreamer: Good...im pulling some strings. Next show...you vs her in the IC title blitz...of coarse..unless she worms her way into the hearts and pants of Seth and Scotty. She has power around here...but I'll see what I can do.
This was too much, Twisted has his job and his chance to let Icy know his feelings towards her. Dreamer needed some ruthless soildiers for this upcoming war on the whore.
Twisted: And if she does?
Dreamer: Then I call up a couple more people...and we do a cleansing.
Twisted nodded his head.
Twisted: Good, I want her to pay...for what she did to..
Dreamer: Aaron...he let it happen. But that doesn't excuse her. No worries, I sent him back to highbridge to fix himself back up. As for you, your the new Outlaw around here...and I need you take every bit of this bullshit this place has let build up and cram it down their fucking throats!
Twisted didn't say much else, just looked past Dreamer and nodded slightly. His jaws pulsed as he ground his teeth together, his fists balling up. Turning, he went to take his leave....
Dreamer: Oh...Twisted.
He turned in just enought time to see something hurled at him, and as it hit him in his chest and fell into his hands....
Dreamer: You're under exclusive contract...you awnser to ME only!
Lifting the object up he fell out unraveling. A black t-shirt with three words printed on the front.
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