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Concubines and Clergymen
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Topic Started: Feb 21 2016, 02:48 AM (50 Views)
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Aries
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Feb 21 2016, 02:48 AM
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-Cutting away from all the hard hitting action that is PRW, we find ourselves coursed towards another vignette in an effort to hype up Blackout. Greeting the audience at home with a stone cold glare fixated out his hotel window, we find Sean Aries clinking the lid of a zippo lighter as he proceeds to open and close it. His hand is wrapped around the back of his chair, the lighter loosely hanging from his hand as he continues to just stare vacantly into nothing. Some men choose to look right into the lens and fixate on it, Aries on the other hand could never stop fidgeting, he could never get the words out. Hence why he tends to preoccupy himself until he found the words he needed to speak. Clink. Snap. Repeat.-
Admiring the showboat mentality of Vegas from his room, Sean smiled a bit before running his tongue over his front teeth, remembering something special that seems to ignite pleasant memories.
Aries: When I was 14 years old, I was leaving a movie theater with my then-girlfriend. I believe, if memory serves me correct, her name was Ashley Woods. Ashley was a very, very sweet girl who I had worked up the courage to ask on a date and she said yes. So as I'm leaving the theater, riding high off my first date in my life, I had a kid.. I'd say about seventeen, eighteen years old.. walk up behind me, and shove a box cutter into my spine. Being that this wasn't exactly the most prestigious part of Philadelphia I should have seen it coming. I froze up, told Ashley to run, and did something that most kids wouldn't even process for consideration.
..I called him a pussy, and told him to cut me.
Sean merely chuckles at this horrifying tidbit.
Aries: You see, Poppa Aries raised me to be a fighter, to stand up for myself, and if I'm ever surrounded by three or more people, he always told me "go after the biggest one there and keep swinging."
So when a kid presses a Utility Knife into your back fact and demands your wallet, what would you do? You make him second guess himself. Because I knew a kid wasn't going to slice me open and take me down from where it was being held, I knew that I had a 50/50 chance that, the casing pressed into me? Was empty.
Point is Momma Mary, I get off flirting with Death. She's a much more welcoming, colder Mistress than you, or Emily, or any girl I've ever met in my life, and that happens to be my fetish.
Another unnerving chuckle from Aries, who finally turns his head to reveal the cuts and bruises laid onto him by The Bayou Brothers. There's something in Sean's demeanor that seemed a bit sickening. He wasn't emotionally torn, he wasn't anger. No, now he was just unsatisfied with the Crowe Brothers work and it had kept him up for days.
Aries: But just like any preacher, any pastor, any nun.. you couldn't keep your word to those you're trying to reach. Because when you say you plan on killing me, I whole heartedly expect you to rip my heart, from my chest, and show me it. I expect you to saw off my limbs and let me bleed out...and the best you can do is a Tonga Death Grip? Oh... Sunshine, you shouldn't make big girl promises you can't keep.
With another flick of the lighter lid, Sean sparks the butane and watches it dance against the glitz and polish of Vegas in the background.
Aries: I have seen the replays and I can pin point the EXACT moment you called off your boys and reconsidered your statement, because you? An innocent little bearer to the voice of God? You can't kill a man. You can't bring yourself to grant a miserable old fuck like me something so sweet as a death that you just had to stand proudly on your pedestal of lies, look at my knocked out body and shrug it off with a "that's good enough for me!"
But.. I'm. Still. Here.
I just keep on ticking, and now, for your slander and false prophecies you must be made an example out of. You see sweetheart, I was okay with the choking, and the beat down, I've had my fair share in this business and could smell it the second you unhooked those chains but to break my heart and keep me alive? Well, you must be dealt with accordingly. Now? Now you get to try and redeem yourself every other month. Every segment, every promo, it all will come back to me.. because I'm not leaving you three alone until you pay up with your nonsense and fulfill your end of the bargain. I will make sure that every match your boys have will be against me, and if they ever get a shot at these.. phantom tag titles that are rumored to be resurfacing, I'll be sure to keep them off their waists as a reminder that I'm still alive, heart beating, mouth running, middle finger's and crotch chops all the way up the ramp as your boys sulk over the missed opportunity. I will throw out every challenge I can, whenever, wherever, and see to it that you become sick of me. You may cripple me, you may knock me out, but you? You sweet little angel you..
Sean just simply shook his head
Aries: You won't kill me. I won't believe it until St. Peter introduces himself to me and unrolls a scroll of my sins before my own eyes. THEN, and only then will I forgive you. You have a lot to learn about me my dear. Do you know the reason why I didn't ask for help? Why I didn't beg Alex or Joey to come to my aid? Because deep down they knew, just like everyone in Cullowhee knew, that I am enough of a sociopath that if given the opportunity, I'd take a power drill to your temple and fall absolutely in love with the sound of your shrill screams echoing through the Ramsey Center. Even now I can hear the doubt in your voice as you try to get me to back down, but that's not in the cards. I haven't before and I'll be damned if I choose to do so now.
It's not stubbornness, it's not pride, it's not about the thrill of the fight. Mother Mary you and your boys are my newest heartbreak and it hurt so much worse than Emily's did. Because at the end of the day? I washed my hands clean and made peace with that beautiful, grown up version of Rosemary's baby. But you? My darling bayou beauty? I'd start repenting and praying because it doesn't matter what you preach to me, your boys, or the bayou. You're coming to my neck of the woods, and Hell comes with me. I'll be damned if I don't try and summon the Devil herself to drag you down along side me.
Snap. Click. Repeat. Snap. Click. Repeat. Snap. Click. Repeat. Fade.
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