Me, Myself and an Irishman (Liam)

[Scar]

Scar is walking along a corridor backstage, he is lurching forwards in his trench coat and fedora, his head staring nonchalantly at the ground. As Scar lurches on his tone changes immensely and he breaks into a pacey stride, bobbing about like a buoy in water. Scar catches a notice on the corner of his eye but continues walking, although he has second thoughts and begins to slowly step backwards with an intrigued look on his face, "Well now, what do we have here!"

He takes a closer look at it and begins to stroke his chin as he reads it. "Abaddon's Pit, doesn't this sound absolutely exquisite Scar my boy!" Scar speaks with energy and the reply given is that of a deeper tone and more depressing, "I don't think it'd beneficial.." "But think for a moment Scar! This could kickstart our career!" "We may end up losing" "But it'd be a damn good experience for us! Have some bloody optimism you twat"

Scar begins pacing and muttering in different tones. He is getting aggressive and his voice starts to raise as he looks like he is about to break into a tantrum, "You fucking idiot! It doesn't matter if we lose!" "Damnit Matt, we don't want to lose.." "Want? Whoever said anything about wanting? I'm saying it won't matter. We can fight and if we win, we'll get a shot at any title we want! Think about it damnit, we could have the fucking belt in two damn matches. If we lose, so what, we go on and beat all the other bastards until they give us a title normally." The arguing continues on and Scar begins to slap himself frantically, it appears the two personalities are fighting for dominance. "I've had just about enough Scar!" and with those words Scar propels himself towards the wall, hitting it firmly with his head. He appears dazed and slumps to the ground panting, "Fucking hell Matt.."

TBC Liam

[Liam]

Walking around infamous halls of Solid Core, Liam clearly hears the sound of two people arguing with each other over some list to put your name down. Staying back just out of visual range, The Irishman listens for awhile before he hears a solid THUD ! . Not wanting to miss out on a free for all. O'Donnell's eyes widen in anticipation, rubs his hands together and charges around the corner. To his annoyance, no one is in fact brawling it on, it's just some odd looking dude in a trench coat talking to himself.

Scar - " What are you looking at freak. Get the hell outa here before I rearrange that ugly mug of yours. "

Matt - " Relax Scar ... geez ... Please forgive my, um associate here. He gets somewhat carried away. Can't seem to focus on the bigger picture sometimes. "

Liam - " Looks like he hits like a girl. "

Matt - " Please don't in courage him. It was purely meant as a gesture not to mess with him. "

Liam - " So you puttin your name down for this Abbadons pit thing ? "

Matt - " That was the plan, but Scar here cares more about winning than opportunities. You see I think it would be a good move, but he thinks it is a waste of time. "

Scar - " It is a waste of our bloody time. We have better things to take care of. "

Laughing to himself at the predicament, The Irish bastard scratches his head, thinks for a moment on how much fun he could have. Then like a lightning bolt an idea hits him. Trying not to give away his emotions of frame of mind, Liam quickly thinks up a plan. Whispering into Matts ear, the Irishman raises an eye brow before speaking in a thick Irish accent while being animated with his hands and gestures.

Liam - " What's the matter Scar, you too scared to get into a little brawl ? scared people will think you are nothing but an echo of a voice in someones head ? I dare you to put your name down ... no I double dare you to put your name on that list. I bet you couldn't even walk to that ring with out tripping over your feet ... "

Tbc

[Scar]

Immediately Scar jumps up and you can see his face contort in disgust behind his mask. Scar rolls his neck around in discomfort and you can see he his raring to attack Liam. "We'll see.." is all Scar manages to get out before turning away. It is evident that Scar is about to burst with rage and anger. "Future reference.. Scar will.. Attempt to rip your limbs off if you anger him, and because I just love a show, I think I might sit back, relax and enjoy the scene." "Attempt? I succeed.." As the two talk, you can see slight twitches occur in Scar's neck whenever a personality takes over. Scar extends his hand and holds it there shakily, it is evident that one of the personalities is attempting to withdraw the hand but can't quite focus enough to pull out.

"I'm Matt and this lugubrious fellow is Scar. Now who the fuck are you and why would you mess with either of us?" Matt speaks in an aggressive tone yet holds his hand there. Liam eventually grabs onto it and shakes it with cockiness, "Well, I'm Liam, the Irish Bastard. Now lads would you mind moving so I can put my damn name down." Scar holds his ground and snickers, he turns and writes down Scar in shaky writing which levels off towards the end. Afterwards he takes a calm sidestep and bows, gesturing towards the sign-up sheet. "All yours, Mr. Bastard." Liam steps past and writes his name down before leaving without another word said. "See you in the ring good sir!" "I'm looking forward to it." As soon as Liam is out of earshot Matt talks again "I like that fella." "But can he fight.." Matt begins laughing heartily as he begins bobbing along once more in his original direction prior to these events.

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