Post by Tommy Sirius on Dec 13, 2011 18:36:27 GMT -5
Bloodletting, if there was any man that knew anything about it...it would be the one...Aaron Sirius. Though his history has yet to even started in this buisness, and only looks to be a simple sprouting of what is the ended epic of the Ultra-Violent Diety....lets not forget that he does indeed share the same blood. Then you need to set into account that not only does he possess the potential for violence and brutality, that he has also adopted a similar mindset to that of his godfather...Aaron Holiday. I guess you could say....that Aaron Sirius is the culmination of quite frankly one of the best tag teams to run through these parts.
He had taken a leave quickly after the trial, headed straight out the front doors to take him a much needed smoke break. Each drag of the cigarette, sending a soothing rush of nicotene into his veins...mixing in with the fable black blood. His bright green eyes looking out blankly into the mid-afternoon sky...reminance of his now institilutionized mother. He completley ignored the small...and I DO mean small group of journalists snapping photos of him, preparing their backpage articles about a unknown...wrassler...that now works again for a forgotten promotion.
Part of him was happy, not so much the fact that he can now work for REW again...but for the fact that his godfather was so quick to jump to his aid. Though another part of him was intimidated, now he was stepping into more then just his fathers training facility...where he was ran through the ringer, moreso then the other trainees...but in the battlegrounds where he watched his father have some of his most vicious wars with. Men like Trash, who nearly killed his father in a Weapon Topped Hell in a Cell. Or Blake Worship, a man that has some of the most personal fueled matches against his father...and the man responcible for breaking his mothers neck, thus ending her wrestling career. Or...Aaron Holiday...a man that has spilled buckets of blood with his father in every town..village or country this world has to offer.
Quite an intimidating list of opponents.
He took one more drag of his cigarete quickly tossing it into the nearby buttbin, looking down at the journalists...and idea quickly sprang into his head. What better way to get over your fear of the dragon...then to just run right to it's maul?
Sirius: Hey, would you all like something to acually report on?
Aaron said, making he decent down the large concrete steps of the courthouse.
Journalist: ...depends.
The journalist awnsered, a look of suprise yet grimm expectations spreading across his face.
Sirius: Well I supposes you have come here to report on the findings of the lawsuit filed by me against John Micheal White.
Journalist: Uhm....no where here reporting on the possible renovations of the courthouse.....who are you again?
Aaron slightly chuckled a bit to himself.
Sirius: I'm Aaron Sirius, son of world reknown Tommy Sirius....I work for REW.
Journalist: Who? And is that the Richmond Enviromental Wastes?
Damn, had REW really died that much. Had pro wrestlings following disipated to this degree.
Sirius: Yeah...you could say that...but as i was saying...do you all want a real news story?
Journalist: And that would be?
Sirius: The brawl that broke out in the courtroom.
The group of photographers and journalists all look at one another in shock, then back to Aaron...
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Aaron Holiday: So what's the answer? You're always the man with a plan.
The lawyer shakes his bald head.
John Michael White: Not this time.
Aaron Holiday: Well...there has to be something we havn't done...that will get attention back to REW...stir up some activity and get this place going again.
JMW, just shakes his head...honestly defeated of ideas. Though it doesn't take long before another presence is felt coming into the courtroom. Aaron and JMW look up in unison, taking by surprise as Aaron Sirius enters the courtroom again...but this time with a group of people with him welding notebooks and cameras.
JMW: What is going on?
He asks, sighing as he figures this is only going to result in more paper work and issues for him to have to deal with. However, Aaron doesn't even as much look at him, approaching Holiday. Aaron gains a smirk across his face, as he notices an all to familar look on the face of Sirius.
Sirius: So...I was thinking...REW needs attention again....ANY kind of attention correct?
JMW: Well I wouldn't say any....
Holiday: ...correct.
Sirius: And well JMW here is consider a REW official as well as REW Heavyweight Champion right?
JMW: ...Ugh, no...don't you....
Holiday: ....correct.
And before much could be said, Holiday sends a quick jab to the face of his godson...quickly sending him stumbling backwards.
JMW:...WHAT...are you doing!?
Holiday: This is an Extreme Title Challenge!
Quickly, as cameras begin to roll and pictures snap Aaron Sirius lunges forward sending a return punch to Holiday.....
TBC....
He had taken a leave quickly after the trial, headed straight out the front doors to take him a much needed smoke break. Each drag of the cigarette, sending a soothing rush of nicotene into his veins...mixing in with the fable black blood. His bright green eyes looking out blankly into the mid-afternoon sky...reminance of his now institilutionized mother. He completley ignored the small...and I DO mean small group of journalists snapping photos of him, preparing their backpage articles about a unknown...wrassler...that now works again for a forgotten promotion.
Part of him was happy, not so much the fact that he can now work for REW again...but for the fact that his godfather was so quick to jump to his aid. Though another part of him was intimidated, now he was stepping into more then just his fathers training facility...where he was ran through the ringer, moreso then the other trainees...but in the battlegrounds where he watched his father have some of his most vicious wars with. Men like Trash, who nearly killed his father in a Weapon Topped Hell in a Cell. Or Blake Worship, a man that has some of the most personal fueled matches against his father...and the man responcible for breaking his mothers neck, thus ending her wrestling career. Or...Aaron Holiday...a man that has spilled buckets of blood with his father in every town..village or country this world has to offer.
Quite an intimidating list of opponents.
He took one more drag of his cigarete quickly tossing it into the nearby buttbin, looking down at the journalists...and idea quickly sprang into his head. What better way to get over your fear of the dragon...then to just run right to it's maul?
Sirius: Hey, would you all like something to acually report on?
Aaron said, making he decent down the large concrete steps of the courthouse.
Journalist: ...depends.
The journalist awnsered, a look of suprise yet grimm expectations spreading across his face.
Sirius: Well I supposes you have come here to report on the findings of the lawsuit filed by me against John Micheal White.
Journalist: Uhm....no where here reporting on the possible renovations of the courthouse.....who are you again?
Aaron slightly chuckled a bit to himself.
Sirius: I'm Aaron Sirius, son of world reknown Tommy Sirius....I work for REW.
Journalist: Who? And is that the Richmond Enviromental Wastes?
Damn, had REW really died that much. Had pro wrestlings following disipated to this degree.
Sirius: Yeah...you could say that...but as i was saying...do you all want a real news story?
Journalist: And that would be?
Sirius: The brawl that broke out in the courtroom.
The group of photographers and journalists all look at one another in shock, then back to Aaron...
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Aaron Holiday: So what's the answer? You're always the man with a plan.
The lawyer shakes his bald head.
John Michael White: Not this time.
Aaron Holiday: Well...there has to be something we havn't done...that will get attention back to REW...stir up some activity and get this place going again.
JMW, just shakes his head...honestly defeated of ideas. Though it doesn't take long before another presence is felt coming into the courtroom. Aaron and JMW look up in unison, taking by surprise as Aaron Sirius enters the courtroom again...but this time with a group of people with him welding notebooks and cameras.
JMW: What is going on?
He asks, sighing as he figures this is only going to result in more paper work and issues for him to have to deal with. However, Aaron doesn't even as much look at him, approaching Holiday. Aaron gains a smirk across his face, as he notices an all to familar look on the face of Sirius.
Sirius: So...I was thinking...REW needs attention again....ANY kind of attention correct?
JMW: Well I wouldn't say any....
Holiday: ...correct.
Sirius: And well JMW here is consider a REW official as well as REW Heavyweight Champion right?
JMW: ...Ugh, no...don't you....
Holiday: ....correct.
And before much could be said, Holiday sends a quick jab to the face of his godson...quickly sending him stumbling backwards.
JMW:...WHAT...are you doing!?
Holiday: This is an Extreme Title Challenge!
Quickly, as cameras begin to roll and pictures snap Aaron Sirius lunges forward sending a return punch to Holiday.....
TBC....