Post by x | S.DREAMER | x on May 25, 2013 13:38:19 GMT -4
((Takes place in-between Scar vs. Dreamer and the Mouse Man segment.))
The camera cuts to ringside once again, with a shot of the ring that still haven't recuperated from the torture it endured during the match-up that just took place roughly five minutes before. The canvas is still pretty much drenched with sweat and blood, while debris of weapons are here and there, depicting the brutality that had gone around just moments back. But then, the ring just isn't emptied or cleared; a table and two chairs are seen to be set upright right in the middle of the ring, and joining them is none other than the Hardcore Prince, who has a microphone within his grip. He looks around for a while, before he swept his hairs back with a flip and started to speak over the microphone, with his stature showing a bit of aggression… something that he simply haven't vent out completely.
"If you consider that's real something and I'm done here… heh, I don't think I'm done here just yet!"
Dreamer shook his head as the crowd let out a slight round of cheers, loving how they might just witness more physicality from the Floridian.
"You see, I came out here for a match that would push me on the edge and what not, and it seems that I'm not totally out of gas just yet. Sure, I was choked around, I choked Scar around, we all had whole lot of fun right there… but this heart? It's not giving in… it's not eager to just leave the ring just yet and hit the showers like most people would do! I'm set to bash a kitchen sink up someone's kisser just about now, and well, seeing how they wouldn't just let me to do something as such just yet… seeing how they wouldn't just book me twice on one night just yet, I got a bright idea. Why don't we get someone out here who can actually push the gas pedal down and take me to the limit?!"
The Hardcore Prince lowered his microphone and smirked, setting the fans to scream out cheers from all corners. He then scopes out the raging fans and shook his fists at them, rallying them up, before taking a seat on one of the chairs and slump upon it. The microphone quickly reaches up to his lips from there, and he continues on with his words, with a bit of relaxation sunk into his tone now.
"So, I got this little face to face thing I want to do right here. I want to do this little pick your poison sort of thing here, 'cause I really don't want another guy to put a boot across my door and say, hey, let's have a random match just from here! I'm here to raise hell and bathe in blood, and I don't think a mere choke-up is helping me. I want some cuts around this skin… I want some blood to trickle down my head and blur my vision so bad that I wake up tomorrow with a headache! I want something so bad that I simply don't feel the pain that the outside world has been giving me. It's like I want to fight pain with pain, and so yeah, whoever back there… whoever back there wants a dance to disfigure, come on out! Come on out and show your mug, and I promise, next week, I'm going to make it a night to remember… and dismember!"
Dreamer bolted up and leaned upon the table, before dropping the microphone over its surface and glare at the curtains intently. He wants someone to fight badly, and he wants it now. But who would it be? Who would dare to face the Hardcore Prince at this moment? The answer….
TBC Anyone;
((Just want to get something going for next week, so yeah.
))
The camera cuts to ringside once again, with a shot of the ring that still haven't recuperated from the torture it endured during the match-up that just took place roughly five minutes before. The canvas is still pretty much drenched with sweat and blood, while debris of weapons are here and there, depicting the brutality that had gone around just moments back. But then, the ring just isn't emptied or cleared; a table and two chairs are seen to be set upright right in the middle of the ring, and joining them is none other than the Hardcore Prince, who has a microphone within his grip. He looks around for a while, before he swept his hairs back with a flip and started to speak over the microphone, with his stature showing a bit of aggression… something that he simply haven't vent out completely.
"If you consider that's real something and I'm done here… heh, I don't think I'm done here just yet!"
Dreamer shook his head as the crowd let out a slight round of cheers, loving how they might just witness more physicality from the Floridian.
"You see, I came out here for a match that would push me on the edge and what not, and it seems that I'm not totally out of gas just yet. Sure, I was choked around, I choked Scar around, we all had whole lot of fun right there… but this heart? It's not giving in… it's not eager to just leave the ring just yet and hit the showers like most people would do! I'm set to bash a kitchen sink up someone's kisser just about now, and well, seeing how they wouldn't just let me to do something as such just yet… seeing how they wouldn't just book me twice on one night just yet, I got a bright idea. Why don't we get someone out here who can actually push the gas pedal down and take me to the limit?!"
The Hardcore Prince lowered his microphone and smirked, setting the fans to scream out cheers from all corners. He then scopes out the raging fans and shook his fists at them, rallying them up, before taking a seat on one of the chairs and slump upon it. The microphone quickly reaches up to his lips from there, and he continues on with his words, with a bit of relaxation sunk into his tone now.
"So, I got this little face to face thing I want to do right here. I want to do this little pick your poison sort of thing here, 'cause I really don't want another guy to put a boot across my door and say, hey, let's have a random match just from here! I'm here to raise hell and bathe in blood, and I don't think a mere choke-up is helping me. I want some cuts around this skin… I want some blood to trickle down my head and blur my vision so bad that I wake up tomorrow with a headache! I want something so bad that I simply don't feel the pain that the outside world has been giving me. It's like I want to fight pain with pain, and so yeah, whoever back there… whoever back there wants a dance to disfigure, come on out! Come on out and show your mug, and I promise, next week, I'm going to make it a night to remember… and dismember!"
Dreamer bolted up and leaned upon the table, before dropping the microphone over its surface and glare at the curtains intently. He wants someone to fight badly, and he wants it now. But who would it be? Who would dare to face the Hardcore Prince at this moment? The answer….
TBC Anyone;
((Just want to get something going for next week, so yeah.
))
