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Time To Reflect; rp 1 of 2 or 3
Topic Started: Sep 14 2007, 11:29 PM (14 Views)
Liam Alexander
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::Time to Reflect::

"All of this waiting. All of this long, painful waiting...and I am left to deal with this."

Words filled with the purest of disdain left him in the form of a hiss and yet his true disappointment, his true malcontent, simply didn't shine through as clearly as it should have. No, what Liam felt about these things just couldn't be expressed in words. In expression, however, that outright hatred he felt could be seen clearly, filling every small crease within his scowling features and burning within his eyes, which appeared to be as black as coal due to the black and white nature of the night sky that surrounded him. That hatred was strong, coursing through his veins like the purest of Heroin as he sat, feet planted firmly upon the wooden steps, legs spread out comfortably and elbows using the knees as arm rests. His hands, covered in soiled wraps, clasped together just before his face, hiding his lower jaw due to his hunched over state. His posture suggested deep, deep thought...but his eyes told of rage. Fiery, violent rage.

"...When I signed on the dotted line, when I gave myself over to EWF...I had asked to be given the chance to shine. I had asked to be given an opportunity to prove myself to be one of the best...if not the best this company had seen in years. I had asked to be given access to all of the best competition and yet, despite my requests and despite my pleas....I am given this."

A weak chuckle escaped hidden lips, the 'laughter' causing his shoulders to carefully rise and fall in place as he voiced his 'amusement'. That amusement was short lived though, for that laughter would be cut off quickly by the sharp forward thrust of his right hand, which caused the joints of his hands to crackle and pop like popcorn-a rather sickening sound.

"I asked for the best, plead for the best...and instead of receiving the best, I receive two people who barely matter anymore and two who never have in the first place Calypso, Vexon, King Earthquake and...Hah, Plague..."

Liam snarled as he continues to reflect on his upcoming tag team title contest at Dead or Alive. How he loathed having to deal with inferior species. None of these men deserved to share the same breathe as him let alone the same ring; he proved that last week when he defeated Calypso in the middle of the ring. He proved it again when he and Eric Karma took down the tag team champions as the show came to a close. Those belts called out to him and he would heed the call. He would climb the ladder and he would walk out as one half of the tag team champions with his partner in crime, Eric Karma. Together they were Heaven and Hell and they would prove just why in a few nights time. But let him not forget of the other team involved in this affair. The tag champions themselves; the team of Goliath and Deacon… a sly smirk appeared on his lips as he thought of the carnage he would commit to against them. How no matter the size of his opponent he feared NO man… He was unfazed by them and he would prove it without a shadow of a doubt! The old adage the bigger they are the harder they fall shall indeed be proven as a cold hard fact at Dead or Alive.

"...And so, that is what this match will be. It won't be about wrestling, about climbing some ladder to retrive a belt. No, this match will be nothing more than a funeral. It will be nothing more than a service issued to lay these corpses, fetid corpses, to rest. Their names...will not matter. Their past deeds...will not matter. They...will not matter. This isn't a wrestling match, this isn't a fight-It's a funeral. And after this funeral, these men will become that which they should have become a long time ago..."

With that last line, the scene would fade out sharply-replacing the image of Liam with a still black frame. There was no sound. There was no motion. There was nothing. Nothing at all besides one word. One simple yet powerful word. A word to be feared. A word to be loathed. A word that no one wished to be associated with. A word that would describe those who fucked with Heaven and Hell would be labeled with forevermore.

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