Post by Silas on Aug 16, 2011 19:11:44 GMT -5
||Allyson|| - This Phinneas guy that Sexpert found is relentess. He's determined to survive this arm bar no matter what the cost.
||Simon|| - You see relentless. I say ridiculous. So some people made fun of him growing up. I'm pretty sure allowing someone to snap your arm in half isn't away to impress people, unless times have drastically changed.
||Allyson|| - You ever grasp the full concept Simon. It's not that he's getting his arm broken. It's the fact he's willing to fight through the torture and keep on going. That's what this business is about. And this is only the first match of the evening!
||Simon|| - Yeah yeah you say potato, I say tomato. This guy is a dumbass.
||Allyson|| - I wish you'd get your head out of your ass!
||Simon|| - I wish you'd let me put my tongue in your ass!
||Allyson|| - EWWW...YOU FUCKING SICKO!
Anywho back inside the squared circle Phinneas has made his stand and lifts Silas high into the air and using all the force in his body sends the smaller man crashing into the mat. His large frame following and landing atop.
Fitch rolls off and Silas' body is shaking on the mat. He looks like a crackhead doing some hardcore tweaking. Phinneas grips his massive hand acround the throat of Silas and brings him to his feet. He lifts Silas high into the air with a chokeslam but is forced to release when the the lights go out.
A lot of noise can be heard from the ring but due to the total darkness nothing is visible. The lights return and two large men in suits stand over Phinneas who is laid out conscienceless in the center of the ring.
Both men stand with lead pipes in hand. Silas is in the corner of the ring looking rather hesitant to rise to his feet. The men turn towards him and been stalking the rookie. Just then Sexpert charges one of the big men from behind with a forearm to the back.
The man doesn't even go down his simply looks caught off guard as his cohort grabs Sexpert and clobber his with a decapitating lariat. The two turn back to Silas getting closer and closer until he hops to his feet and embraces both gentlemen.
||Simon|| - What the hell is this love fest?
||Allyson|| - I think the better question is who are these two guys?
Silas hops on top of Phinneas but the referee refuses to count do to the interference. That is until the two large men change his mind for him and he drops down to count the one...two...three. Silas is announced victorious and he immediately demands a microphone.
Silas receives a microphone from the referee and kicks him in the gut doubling him over after. Silas lifts the referee onto his shoulder in Fireman's Carry position and lays him out cold with a double knee facebuster. He then turns his attention back to what he previously wanted to get off his chest.
||Silas|| - These two gentlemen behind me are my faithful associates. Mr. Bonham Lakai and Mr. Lennon Cherakov. They are here to help me do exactly want I intend on doing while in this hell hole. And that is whatever I want. Gentlemen lets go!
