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Post by Scott "Maniac" Manor on Oct 21, 2011 6:20:03 GMT -5
The camera fades in on a bandaged up Scott Manor sitting in a chair. In one of his hands look to be a couple hand puppets. They look like they might be duplicates of Adrian and Manor. The room itself isn't much. Hardly anything in it, just mainly a gray backdrop for a promo.
It's funny. I had this great bit with hand puppets I was gonna do to provoke Adrian. But then I caught a bit of Adrian's little speel. I think that's the word at least. Anyways, he said I was the one who made this personal. Manor puts the hand not holding the puppets on his chest. A pure and innocent soul like myself would never do that.
Manor lowers his hand from his chest smirking a bit. Ok I would totally do that... The smirk disappears. But I didn't.
You want to know who made this personal, Adrian? You did. You crossed the line with me, and now I'm gonna do more than just cross the line with you. Your little match proposal is more than fine with me. You forget that you're just as unlikely to walk away as me. I mean you look to be in as bad of condition as me. Can't imagine where that came from.
Manor pauses thinking for a bit and then stands up. Fuck it, I'm not waiting for the match. Manor pushes one of the workers out of his way and opens the door to the hallway.
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Adrian Taylor
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~The Fallen Angel~
Plan.Plot.Strategize.And Bomb First[A1i:9][Xb0:Murdacalypse]
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Post by Adrian Taylor on Oct 21, 2011 17:11:52 GMT -5
"Surprise, motherfucker."
~And Scott Manor's face met the fist of Adrian Taylor almost immediately as the door opened. The impact sending Scott back into the room he was. It seemed like he couldn't wait for their time to come to have their match either. Or rather, his dark shadow couldn't wait to get his hands on Scott. All this fun and excitement that has been going on for Devil's Night and he was supposed to wait? This was his night. It was his time to shine. A night where there was thirty minutes of unrestricted carnage to unravel? Without the dark shadow? That's downright blasphemous. He had caught sight of Scott's little display on the monitor and didn't bother to finish watching. No. He just needed to know that Scott managed to make it to the arena tonight. That was all the confirmation that he required. After sending Scott back with that punch, the dark shadow charged Adrian's form further into the room. The worker that was inside with them quickly retreated, screaming for security to come break the fight up immediately. The dark shadow balled his fist up nice and tight again and sent another strike across Scott's face while he was still down. Ricocheting his skull off the cold, hard cement floor while the dark shadow formed a smirk across Adrian's face.~
"Miss me, brother?"
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Post by Scott "Maniac" Manor on Oct 22, 2011 15:41:48 GMT -5
Be careful, or people might thing you're becoming like me. Manor makes a slight move putting Adrian on the floor and Manor over him as he starts to try and land some punches on Adrian even while he covers up. Though maybe being like me would take your career farther than being you has. Security arrives faster than the cops during their brawl and quickly separates them. Most of them are holding Manor since he was the one on top. Must feel good not being able to cut it on your own! Both of your families bailed on you! Where's your Fam now! Come on...
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Adrian Taylor
HellHounds
~The Fallen Angel~
Plan.Plot.Strategize.And Bomb First[A1i:9][Xb0:Murdacalypse]
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Post by Adrian Taylor on Oct 22, 2011 17:47:07 GMT -5
"Oh, Scotty-boy... Miniscule insults about my dear old Family will get you nowhere..."
~...were the words that escaped Adrian's lips while several security guards were dragging him away from Scott. The dark shadow could honestly careless about the Taylor bloodline, or that pathetic excuse for a second Family that Adrian had conjured up in the past. They were nothing. Adrian didn't need his family, nor did he need the Family. No. All Adrian needed was his dark shadow to prosper in this life. Before security could remove Adrian from the room, the dark shadow said...~
"I've got a riddle for you, Scotty-boy. What's 'maniacal,' cute as a button, and soon to be daddy-less when the night is over? Heh, heh, heh..."
Security: "Come on, Mr. Taylor. Get out of here before you get fined."
"Heh.. heh... heh... See you in the ring, Scott."
~With that last comment, the dark shadow willingly proceeded to move Adrian's feet in the direction of the exit. That sinister grin stretched across his face while snickering to himself. He had plans for their match tonight and none of them were pleasant to the human body.~
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